TBP preferences because I said so

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Finney:
He was at the baseball field, practicing with Bruce despite them being...Not friends, but not enemies either.
"Dang, Finn! Your arm is mint!" Bruce shouted.
You see, you liked watching baseball, but you weren't good at it so you gave up on it. It's okay though, you found enjoyment in other hobbies. You were kinda just watching them but Finney stepped up to pitch the ball, and he noticed you. You got a bit embarrassed until Bruce called out to you.
"Hi! Who are you?"
"Oh...u-uh...I'm, I'm y/n!" You shouted.
"Well, Y/n, I'm Bruce! This is Finney!" Finney shyly waved at you, and you sheepishly waved back.
After that, they called you over so you could have a turn at pitching and batting. You failed at batting, but you were decent on pitching.
"See? I told you you had a chance!" Bruce said. You had told them you weren't good, but they believed in you. Maybe it was their belief and hope that made you do...okay at pitching.

Bruce:
You were walking to your next class, when you bumped into someone.
"Oh! Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." You said to the guy that you had literally just collided with.
"It's fine. I'm Bruce by the way." He greeted himself.
"Ah, you're the one that plays baseball, right? I think your surname was...Yamada. Right?" You asked.
"You know me? I know you! You're that one that had uh...What did you do again?"
"I lit my hair on fire..." You said, embarrassed.
"Ah, that explains the burn mark on your ear." He said.
"Y-you can still see that? I thought I covered it..." You said, trying to cover the scar with your hair, but Bruce stopped you.
"I think it looks pretty. Anyways, I need to go to class. Catch ya later, y/n!" Bruce said before walking away. You stood there for a minute, processing the fact that somebody thought that your presumably ugly scar on your ear was pretty.

Robin:
You were going to the store, about to buy some pain medication for your very dreadful headache that you've had since last night. You were not in a good mood, you just wanted some pain meds and some bandaids because you had tripped on your way there and now had a big cut on your knee.
"Stupid me, always scraping myself on the stupidest things..." You see, you weren't a major klutz, and that was the one and only time you had ever scraped your knee on something like a rock. You were nearing the corner to the store, when a few guys came out of nowhere and stood in front of you.
"Move, shitheads." You said, already pissed at their audacity to think they were better than you and had the right to stand right there in front of you on purpose.
"What if we don't? Gonna go cry to your mommy?" One teased, the others chuckled.
"No, I'll leave you crying to your mommy." You snapped back. They all starting wheezing. You rolled your eyes and readjusted your coat on this chilly October afternoon. You were about to walk passed them, but one just grabbed your coat and yanked you back.
"EXCUSE ME?!" You yelled at them. They started laughing so hard one fell to the floor. "That's it.." You mumbled before kicking one in the balls and pulling another guy's hair so he was out of the way. You walked to the store and got the meds, a water, and a bandaid box.
"Alright, that'll be four dollars and twenty six scents." The cashier told you. You handed her a five dollar bill and she thanked you, gave you your change and you went outside.
You sat by the door and opened the medication and water. You put the water in your mouth, along with the pill, and swallowed. You smacked a bandaid onto your knee and left, but of course, those guys just had to come back.
"Dammit..." You mumbled. You turned around and went the opposite way, but two ran over to you and pinned your arms to the floor as another hovered his face above yours.
"Is the ground comfortable?" He mocked.
"Are the off-brand cheerios good? I know you eat those." You chuckled, but one guy put a hand over your mouth. You bit him. He yelped and removed his hand from your mouth. The guy hovering over you spat on your face.
"EW! FUCKING NASTY!" You shouted.
"You two can finish the kid off. I don't care." The guy said while walking off. The two other guys started to try and beat you, but you managed to wiggle out of their grasp and take them both down.
"Now fuck off." You said before kicking one in the side and walked home.
"Hey!" A kid shouted from behind you.
"What." You said, turning around.
"I saw what you did to those jerks. Wanted to say it was cool." He said. You took mental note of his grayish-green bandana and thanked him.
"Names Robin. Yours?"
"Y/n."
"Nice! What school do you go to?" He asked.
"The same one as you." You replied.
"Really? How do you know?"
"I saw the fight between you and Moose."
"Oh, nice. My knuckles bled after that."
"I know."
"How? How do you know everything?"
"I dunno."
"Okay so you know everything but how you know everything. Wait! Do you know math?"
"Kinda."
"Can you help me with homework please? Finney's busy."
"I guess...When and where?"
"My house. On Saturday."
"Where do you live?"
After the details, you helped him out with homework whenever Finney wasn't available.

Vance:
You loved pinball. You were great at it, too, so when you heard there was competition, oh man you were excited. You hadn't had a good challenge since fourth grade. This morning, you got ready and ran to the small convenience store down the block and ran to the pinball machine, immediately slotting in your quarters and playing.
"85,000...90,000...100,000...105,000...110,000...115,000...120,000..."
Yeah, you were THAT good. You were in the middle of your game, when the door opened and somebody-who happened to be the competition-walked over to the pinball machine and peered over your shoulder. His war, breath hit your neck, causing you to flinch and lose.
"Dammit!" You shouted. "I was so close to beating my high score." You mumbled.
"What'd you get?"
"One hundred forty-five thousand."
He stood there, stunned.
"What's your name?"
"Y/n. Yours?"
"Vance. Don't forget it."
He pushed past you and started playing. He was only five thousand points away from beating you, when he hit the ball at the wrong second and lost.
"You were close." You said, hands in your hoodie pocket.
"Damn." He mumbled right before you walked out and left the store.

Billy:
Billy was finally finished delivering his newspapers and was on his couch, journaling, when there was a sudden knock at his front door.
"I'll get it, mom!" He called out. He skipped over to the front door and opened it, to see another kid about his height.
"Um...Hi." The kid said.
"Hi?" He asked more than said.
"Um...Our school's photography club need a...we need a model- Actually, I'm so sorry! This was stupid...I'm stupid! I'm so sorry! I'll never ask again!" The kid started freaking out.
"Hey no, uh, it's okay. I can be the model, when do I go to the club room?"
"W-wait, really? W-well, it takes place after school. Four fifty is when we're allowed to start, but if you join you can come in whenever..." The kid said.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good day." Billy said.
"You too. O-oh, uhm, my name is Y/n, president of the photography club. See you tomorrow." Y/n said before walking off with a slight bounce in their step.
Billy shut the door.
"Okay...Tomorrow. Four fifty." He said. Before sitting down and journaling again.