I don't give a damn about my reputation

You're embarrassed of me..

Bruce POV

"Come on then. Let's get you dressed"

Our fingers still interlocked, he stands up, dragging me down the hall.

Hm, my legs are actually working now

We go back into my room, grabbing my clothes from my desk chair. I walk over to my bed, sitting down, to give my legs some rest. I look at Vance as he smiles, turning around to give me some privacy

I throw on a green shirt, my jeans, held in place by a belt and some white ankle socks. I manage to stand up, walking over to my school bag. I rummage through it, making sure I've got everything I need. Pencil case, text books, notebook.

Oh, wait, we have an essay due in a week

"Vance, we have to do an essay," I begin "The one that's 5000 words?"

He turns around to look at me, an annoyed expression on his face

"Why 5000 words? It's nearly Christmas break. Who the fuck sets an essay before Christmas break?"

" Mrs Franklin does. And it's due in a week. You wanna do it with me?"

He smiles slightly "yeah. Alright"

Unexpectedly, I hear a knock on my door, sending both me and Vance into panic. I point at my bed, gesturing for him to hide under it. He dives for the floor, pulling the blanket over his hiding place.

"Sweety? Are you awake?" It's my mom

"Yeah mom. I'm awake, just getting changed" I reply, trying to keep my voice normal

"Okay, your father is leaving the house early today, so you will have to walk to school. Sorry honey"

I can practically hear Vance's giggles. He's basically pissing himself

"Is there no other way to get to school?" I ask, shouting through the door

"No. Sorry hun. You're gonna have to walk. I need to take Amy to school."

I hear her leave my door and begin walking down the stairs.

On cue, I hear Vance start pissing himself, his laughter ringing throughout my room

"Okay, okay. You've had your laugh. Shut up" I pout, grabbing my shoes from my shoe rack

"I'm sorry- haha- I'm sorry- ha- that shits hilarious!" He laughs, pulling himself from under my bed. He sits up, tears in his eyes from laughing

"It's not funny, Vance," I state bluntly "also, your not even ready!"

"I am" he says "while you slept that extra hour, I did my hair. Clothes are easy"

I stare at him for second

"Wait. So you're telling me. You've incapacitated me, and made me struggle to walk and you went and did your hair?"

"Yeah, basically" he replies, his face more serious than ever

...

"It looks good. But still!" I yell playfully, walking towards him. I slap his arm slightly, my backpack on my other arm. He pulls my backpack down to the ground, causing me to fall and land in his lap.

"That was low," I snort, his hair tickling my face

"Nah," he relies "I just can't kiss you when you're up there,"

Immediately, he pecks my lips. And my nose. And my cheeks, and my forehead.

"Vance," I giggle "we need to go to school, it's 7:57"