THE WAY I SPOKE. // brance

cafe [2]

JANUARY 5TH, 5:51 PM

vance was confused.

"i don't wanna fucking do this. i hate math," vance groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"we can take a break, i need to remove my contacts anyway," bruce yawns as he got up from his spot.

vance looked at bruce. "contacts? i didn't know that you wore them."

bruce looked back at vance.

"yeah, most of the time i wear them but i wear glasses whenever i'm not usually out."

a rush of awkward silence was in the room.

"uh, i'll just wait here then," vance suggests.

"yeah, i'll be right back." bruce closes the door behind him and walks out.

vance sighed and pulled out his phone. he was busy texting his friends or whatever.

after what seemed like hours, bruce came back wearing his glasses. in his hands he had a a tray of two mugs of lattes, two little cakes, and forks.

"sorry i took so long, my grandma called my mom and wanted to talk to me. but i got us something to snack on!" bruce grinned as he settled himself down and put the tray on the table.

vance put his phone away back into his pocket.

"oh. okay. what are those two... cakes?" vance asked.

"ah, this is mushi pan! it's a steamed cake. try it, it's good!" bruce picks up a fork, splits a small piece from one of the mushi pans, and holds it in front of vance's mouth, also having his free hand under the fork.

vance stared at bruce, not knowing what to do.

"sorry! that must've been really embarrassing..." bruce pulled his hand away.

vance could see the red blush creeping onto bruce's cheeks.

"it's... it's fine." vance scratched his head.

"i don't really... mind," vance said quietly, "i'm just not used to this kind of stuff because my parents weren't always around enough to show affection."

bruce looked at vance awkwardly, still holding the fork.

bruce asks, "so, it's fine if i..?"

vance nods slowly, also feeling his face get warm.

bruce gets up and takes a spot next to vance, holding the fork in front of vance's lips once again.

vance takes the piece of the cake into his mouth and could feel bruce's fingers on his chin.

bruce pulls his hands away, asking, "does it taste good?"

vance chews for a few seconds then swallows.

"yeah, it's pretty good. i like it," vance responds.

"i'm happy to hear that! you can have some more." bruce hands vance the fork and the two boys started talking more about their life.

JANUARY 5TH 6:30 PM

"finished! finally. i'm so tired," bruce yawned, "i don't have baseball practice today, so i might as well go home."

vance settled his pencil down and looked at the empty mugs and plates.

vance mumbled under his breath, "i don't wanna go home..."

"hm? what'd you say?" bruce looked at vance with a slightly curious expression.

"i just don't wanna go home. my dad is always drinking or some shit," vance replies.