TW/CW: Cigarettes, Weird Ahh Magazines
Vance's POV
Me and Bruce left the school building and headed towards my house.
" My mom's not home, so we should be fine. " i say to Bruce, he raised his eyebrow.
" What do you mean by that? " He questioned. I just kept walking, without giving an answer to his question.The walk to my house was really quiet. When we got there i just leaned on the front porch and whipped out a cigarette.
Bruce eyes me. " You smoke? " he asks.
I just softly nod, giving a simple answer to his question.
He sighed, pulling out a lighter from his pocket.
" Here. I'll light it up for you. " he said, leaning closer to my face to light the cigarette that was in between my lips.
" Thanks. " I mumble.
" Cool lighter, by the way. " i say, continuing to smoke.
" Thanks. I always have one. " He replied.
" Why? " i raise an eyebrow. I know, nosey but whatever.
" Why do you think? I smoke too. " he shrugged his shoulders.
I know this is hypocritical to say, but i think that people like Bruce shouldn't be smoking, especially not at 15. But who am i to talk?
" Your parents know? " i asked him, finishing my cigarette.
" Hah, of course not, Hopper. " he chuckled.
" Ew, don't call me Hopper. " i cringe, hearing Bruce call me by my last name. My cheeks turned into a light shade of red.
" Yeah, yeah, let's go. " he giggled.
I grab my keys and open the door. We both enter.
" Make yourself at.. home. " i say, my house did not look or feel like a home.
" Jesus! Do you ever clean this.. dump up? " he groaned.
" Of course i do. " i shrug my shoulders, heading upstairs.
Bruce followed behind me. We both got to my room. Bruce dropped his backpack onto the ground. However he was NOT pleased at the state of my room.
" Vance.. what the fuck? " his eyes opened wide.
He shook his head at the sight of my room, before i could say anything, he started to clean MY room up.
mentions of nsfw, skip through the parts that are in between dash's ( — ) if you wish to not read this part.
————————————————————————————————————————————————" Watch out, you might see what you might not wanna see. " I chuckled.
Bruce let out a disgusted groaning sound every now and then after digging through my clothes.
Bruce's POV
Oh. My. God. I know Vance is a teenager, but i can't help but feel disgusted at the sight of naked women in their 30's. I was never into women like that. maybe thats why.
" Jesus, Vance. Do you not hide these magazines in a drawer or something? " i shook my head, finishing with cleaning the filth he calls a room up.
" Uh, no. Nobody really visits so i'm fine. Did you like what you saw? " he laughed. I shook my head.
" Oh, are you not into women? " he tilted his head. I looked at him.
His eyes..
" Of course i am. " I sighed.
He shrugged his shoulders.I thought i was done, however one thing caught my attention from the corner of my eye.
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Uh.. was that a magazine filled with..... men??? I'm sure its just the cover...A/N: im sorry for the amount of NSFW magazines mentions but i really didnt know what else to write. And NO, im not gonna write smut or anything about the characters doing any weird stuff to themselves, yes they're teenagers but they're minors.
Vance noticed my eyes drifting towards one of his magazines.
" Shit- sorry. " he quickly sat up from his bed and snatched the magazine.
" Lets just.. go study. " he said, sliding the magazine under his bed.
I nodded softly.
We both got on his bed, i brought my books and pencil case out.
***
15 minutes later."Oh my god, Vance! It's not that hard. " i groaned, face palming.
"Not that hard?! You're asking me who took a shit in 1278?!" He yelled.
"No i'm not! I'm literally asking when America was found!" I explained.
"Same thing!" He demanded.
I begin to laugh at this stupid situation.
"What?! Wait- is it 1492?" His eyes lit up.
"Oh my god! Yes, Vance! You did it!" I smiled excitedly.
"Oh shit! I did!" He replied.
He looked so.. proud. His smile, his lips, his eyes, his hair. It all.. just looked beautiful.
"Anyway, to celebrate, wanna smoke?" he reached into his pocket, pulling out 2 cigarettes.
"Of course." I answer, pulling my lighter out.
I light both of our cigarettes up, Vance leans on the wall behind him, i decided that i wanted to as well and scooted beside him.
"I'm quite surprised you smoke, i mean, you're literally perfect, Yamada." He said.
me? perfect?
"How so?" I finish smoking my cigarette.
"Uhm, first of all, you're fucking gorgeous, your hair, your eyes, your nose, your smile, everything." He looked at me, i look back at him.
"Who said you weren't fucking gorgeous, too?"
I asked.why the fuck did i say that.
"Sorry." I look down.
"No, it's fine." He said.
I looked back at Vance, we just stared.
He then placed his hand on my cheek, and..
then he..
He kissed me.
A/N: im sorry for this trash ass part.
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