❛❛𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒❆

ugly messages on me, love you

how cant you know it ?
how would you take it ?
how could you do it ?
how do you do it ?

~☆　° ｡

after the game, bruce biked home as usual.
but it wasn't usual.
no, nothing would be usual again. how could it?

he wouldn't see baseball the same way, playing would be harder, he wouldn't see himself the same way.. certainly not himself.

would he even see vance the same way?
yes, actually, always would.

vance.. shit. he forgot about him.

his bike skidded to a stop and he took a sharp left, so instead of going home he'd be headed to his.

vance knew he had a game but he couldn't come, he was at home until his mom left and by then, there wasn't any point in coming.

now bruce really wished he did.
oh well.

he pulled up to the blonds house, only to stop the bike and stare at it for a minute. not stare. more like.. zone out while facing it. yeah. when he came to, his bike was on the floor and he was on his knees, and vance was facing him anxiously with his hands holding his.

"vance, i-"

"get inside." oh.

bruce walked behind vance into the house, into the living room, only for vance to leave and come back with an aiding kit and one of those blue icepacks you put with your ice-cream in the freezer.

"i'm sorry."

"no, no bruce- no, don't be sorry. i'm sorry, that was harsh. just.. god, what happened to you?" he sounded embarrassed, maybe? for no reason, bruce thought.

"i hate cinnamon now." bruce winced. that wasn't what he meant to say at all. vance raised an eyebrow.

"cinnamon. why do you hate cinnamon? also that isn't an answer to my question." bruce nodded in return.

"i'm sorry." bruce said. vance sighed, and looked away. it had started to drizzle. "i.. uhm. cinnamon pretzels. they sold them at my game, i, uhm, i thought that like, you might have wanted one, and i-i," bruce stopped and breathed. "and i went to the stand to get you one. but there were guys there, guys from the last game. they were sore losers, i guess? a-and, anyways, they.." bruce choked up and wrapped his arms across each of his sides. "then they took their bats." bruce rolled up his shirt and shows bruises down his ribs. vance winced visibly.

"bruce."

"and they threw me down. so then i was on the stadium floors. and then he sat on top of me, while the other one hit my ankles.." vance looked down to his ankles and sure enough, blue and purple rings were forming. "stuff went down, i don't remember anything until dark. uhm, what time is it anyway? i had to get home and do my homework, i.." school stress is the last thing he should be thinking of right now.

"bruce, do you remember if they touched you?" vance was serious, but his face read concerned. bruce shook his head no. "no you don't remember, or no they didn't touch you?" bruce looked down and shrugged slightly.

"no. i don't.. i don't really remember, but i don't think so. i'd feel it now, right?" vance bit his lip and balled his fists, before doing a lap around the couch bruce was on.

"ok.. ok.. fuck!" bruce winced. "i'm so, so sorry bruce. you.. that's so fucking stupid. because they lost.. you didn't do anything! fucking.."

"vance, no, it's okay, i just needed-"

"no, it isn't okay! that is anything but okay. you don't even see yourself- you're covered in bruises, bruce, and you were out half the time, who knows what happened then?"

"i'm sorry."

"stop it." vance went over to bruce and started aiding him, cleaning a few cuts and bandaging them.

"thank you."

"don't thank me. of course i'd do it. i'd do anything for.."

"still. it means a lot after that. i just kept zoning out today.. it's why i was on your street." vance sits next to him and hugs him.

"it's a really bad day for you." bruce started to tear up.

"yeah, it really was. how was yours?" vance laughed weakly.

"shh.."

~☆　° ｡

after probably thirty minutes, bruce had passed out like a rock. vance got up quietly and took an umbrella from the coat hook and then went out, down to the drug store.

it wasn't raining anymore.
when he was back, it was draped in dried blood.

bruce was still asleep, and vance crawled behind him again, spooning him.
all he could think about was what happened to bruce, the bruises, and how much shit they'd be in when he returned to his family the next day.

but, soon enough, vance fell asleep too. they'd deal with the rest in the morning.