Together "Y/n x Vance hopper

Small ass city

A long car ride, a shit ton of hot cocoa, and about 100 reasons why moving to this shithole is a bad idea.

That experience was shared between the two people in the white car, however this story only revolves around one of them.

A girl who had to learn to take care of herself at a young age, who has no friends, who's parents divorced because of her, who lost her childhood and innocence at such a young age. No one should have got through what she went through at 8 years old, however she thinks otherwise. She's been forced into blaming herself, and it's all her father's fault.

This story belongs to a girl who deserved so much better than what she was given.

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The information that she has received earlier this car ride was at the very least, disturbing. Still, it all made sense. Now knowing that her mother never cared about her wellbeing, but instead cared more about her brother, only because he was a boy. Your mother never wanted a girl in the first place, and when your parents seperated, she left your father no choice but to take you in. He didn't want to, but he didn't have a choice.

Living with your father wasn't all that bad for the most part. Like any normal household, there were rules that he held in which were broken would result in consequences.

For example, coming home late, hanging out with friends, having sleepovers at other people houses, having people over, not cleaning up after his mess. Things like that would result in punishment. The punishments.. they-

You were cut off by the car coming to a stop in front of a white, 2 story house. It was elegant, compared to where you lived in with your father.

'Maybe I can make the most out of this little town.' I thought to myself as the police officer in the front ordered me to get out of the car, and so I did.

I swung open the door, purposely making it hit the metal pole infront of the house. The once smiling officers smile drops, his eyes bulging, and jaw hanging. He looked furious, but I couldn't really care less. That little interaction definitely just made my day. I smirked and scooted my body towards the end of the seat before spitting out the gum I had been chewing on to the floor. One foot after the other, I step out of the car and immediately slam the door behind me in hopes to make the bitchy cop even more mad then they already are.

My hand traces the scratches on the car till I reach the trunk and open it, revealing all of my luggage. I grab two suitcases and two boxes, and bring them one by one to the front door.

Finally packing all the boxes near the door, the cop car drives off, and I roll my eyes at how quickly the car speeds off.  I sigh to myself before turning to the grey door. A set of black balloons are caught in a tree nearby, and I must admit, I feel a little sorry for whoever lost them. I bang on the door, hoping the door opens soon so I can catch a break.

The door creaks open a little bit, enough to see a head peep out through the door. Then a loud gasp comes out of them and I stumble back a little.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the door swings open, now revealing... Robin.. in his pajamas? Its literally only 8 pm???

Robin pulls me into a warm, cozy, embrace and I immediately accept the offer. "EEK! I have so much to tell you about what you've been missing out on." My eyes grew wide as I had to look back at him to make sure he wasn't some old man in disguise.

"YOU'VE GOTTEN SO BIG? WHO ARE YOU! YOUR NOT THE ROBIN I REMEMBER?!" His voice had gotten so deep, it sounded as if he was 20. He was only 7 last time I saw him I was 8. It was crazy to think that 7 years have passed since we've last seen each other. It was kind of sad.

"Yeah well you haven't gotten that much taller. But come in I have to show you your room! I rolled my eyes playfully as I picked up as much as I could as Robin ran around the house and up the stairs. I walked as fast I could after him before finally coming to a stop infront of a black door which I assumed was my room. And it was. Robin opened the door as if he were a doorman and greeted my like I was royalty.

Even though I looked like shit, I played a long with it and had fun with it. Pretending I was the Queen and he was the King of the house. But our fun was interrupted by the silence of the house. I hadn't noticed it before, but now that I have, I'm curious. " Hey, where's mom?" I asked half subtle and half serious.

"Oh, she's barely here. She's out most of the time."
He responded.

"Well, have you at least eaten?" He shook his head indicating that he hasn't.

"Wanna get something to eat?" I asked him. " He quickly responded with a yes and we headed downstairs. Him sliding his shoes on while stumbling down the steps. We immediately headed to the only diner in town, ate, and then headed back home.

Maybe Denver wasn't that bad. Maybe I could actually live here and learn to enjoy it. Maybe I'm just being a ridiculous hopeful loser, but I think that I might enjoy it here.

Maybe Tomorrow won't go so bad

I REVAMPED THIS CHAPTER CAUSE IT WAS CRINGEY ASF AND I COULDN'T STAND HAVING IT IN MY BOOK. Edit: I did It again 😭