𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ღ 𝐕.𝐇

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Vance's pov:
I was lying. Lying straight to her.
It was kind of obvious she liked me. But wasn't obvious that I liked her.

Ever since I saw her that first time at grab in go I couldn't take my eyes off her. The way her long brown hair would sway in the wind. The way her green eyes would sparkle in the sun. Her smile. My favorite thing about her. It's so pure. It's not fake. It's not forced. It's just real and beautiful.

I hated myself for liking her. I mean I'm Vance fucking Hopper. Not some lovey dovey boy who sends roses to get some girl to like him.

I was playing pinball one day last year and I saw her in the corner of my eye. I couldn't focus on the game but only her. I got the lower move on the game because I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

I've seen her stay to watch me play for hours and hours and I just want to talk to her. But I can't.

When the grabber got me she was the main thing I thought about. I didn't want to forget her face or her voice. She was the only thing that gave me hope.

When I saw her being dragged down to the basement I felt a sense of relief but at the same time I was scared. I didn't want him to hurt her, but I'm so weak in this condition. Even if he were to I couldn't fight. Not like I used to be able to do.

I know this seems a bit over the top but I want to kiss her. I don't care how long or how short it is I just want to show her how much I love her.