Bruce's POV:
I wake up with a huge headache since I went to sleep crying and basically cried all night long.
How did I even end up there where I cry over a person I like. A boy.
I get up and stand there for a second in my boxers just to gather myself. I put on some blue jeans and a dark red shirt. I look back and see the hoodie I was crying into the whole night.
The hoodie.
As I'm shaking my head and covering the hoodie with my blanket I start feeling tears coming down my face again and a clump in my throat.
I throw that thought away, whipe my tears and start walking down the stairs.
I make myself some toast, smear butter on it and start eating it. I take a soda and melt in the sofa. As I'm starting to watch some television.
Half and hour into watching the TV I hear something hitting the window. A little rock? I think to myself. Some seconds go by and someone is still throwing little rocks against the window. I'm getting more mad so I just decide to go see who it is. Just to get their mind into the right place.
As I arrive to the window I move the curtains and open the window, with my hair still an absolute mess. I look out the window and there he is.
Vance. Vance fucking Hopper.
"Look I just want to talk to you about yesterday! And nice hair btw!" He yells while laughing to me and looking actually sad to. But I don't care. What he did to me yesterday was very mean.
"Shut up about my hair and go away! I don't want to talk to you!" I yell back at him.
"Bruce Please!" I cut him off by closing the window angrily.
Walking towards the sofa to watch the television again I hear knocking on the door. At least I'm home alone so that my parents aren't wondering who wants to talk to me.
"Gosh!" I yell to myself.
"Bruce PLEASE let me talk to you. It's Really Really important!" Vance talks loudly through the door. I finally give in and stomp to the door. I open the door. Seeing him again, this close just hurts like hell. And I absolutely hate to feel like that, towards Vance too. The "so-called" Love of my life.
I open the door angrily. "Okay. What do you want?" I ask him. "Bruce.. You have to listen and understand. I Don't hate you. I had to say that so Micheal could leave me alone." Vance mumbles seriously looking really disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry but I don't want to believe you." I really don't believe him. I really want to but I just can't.
"Okay listen to me. You have to believe me. Please. I can't just lose you like this.." I don't know Vance inside and out but one thing I definitely know is that he rarely says please and by rarely I mean like never.
But as he says that, now I can't keep my tears in. Yes I know. I'm very very sensitive.
"Bruce? Are you okay?" He asks me looking worried in my eyes. "Please believe me." "Fine." I answer him with firmly with some tears falling down my face.
Vance cups my face with his hands and whipes the tears away with his thumbs. I Really want to kiss him right now. "There." Vance smiles at me and I get back to reality. "Thank you." We look each other in the eye for a brief second making me blush. I put my head down cause of course I don't want him to see me blushing since we're only friends. I would want to be more then that but he probably doesn't even like me. But I still have some suspicions.
Anywayss..
"Come on in." I open the door wider and lead him in with my hand. "I'm going to take some water from your fridge if that's okay?" "How do you even know whe- oh yeah." I remembered how I helped him the other week and brought him to my house. "Of course. Make yourself feel like home I guess." I say to him while hes already walking to the fridge.
Only some silent minutes go by till I break it.
"I'm home alone so we can watch a movie in my room if you want. But consider that I'm still a teensy bit mad at you for what you did." I say smirking at him and getting up from the sofa. "Ha ha ha." Vance says sarcastically following me upstairs.
Vance's POV:
"Ha ha ha." I say hoping he doesn't actually feel that way. Well I'll just ask him sometime. While I was following Bruce upstairs I was looking at the pictures on the walls. His so cute.
"What do you want to watch?" Bruce asks me opening the door to his room. "I don't know. You can choose." I ask him as I sit down on a gray carpet beside his white bed with a lot of pillows.
"What do you think about watching "Scary Movie"? I have it saved." "I have seen it already but yeah sure. It was a great movie." I reply to Bruce looking at him.
Bruce and I start watching the movie and about half and hour in I get really cold.
"Can I take the blanket?" "Yeah sure." He answers me. I take the blanket off. The hoodie? Why is it under he's blanket beside his pillow? "Hey Bruce uhm. Why is that hoodie there beside your pillow? Every other clothing item that you own is in your drawers." I ask him. He pauses for a second and it seems like he doesn't know what to respond to that.
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This one was really bad so sorry about that and if you have then please give me some ideas of what to do next.
