chapter one

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Bruce sighs as he rests his head on his palm, he's bored.
Why is he bored? Because the store he works at is the dullest it's ever been, ever.

Bruce doodles something on a sticky note when all of a sudden ten teens barge into the store, they look around 16-18 years old.

This guy who is way too old to be hanging out with them walks over to the pinball machine, putting in a quarter, and then starts playing the game.
Three of those kids grab a basket and start to stock up on duck tape, zip ties, bandanas and chips.
They come to the register and when Bruce asks what's this all for, they say hunting.

In Bruce's opinion, you shouldn't let your 16 year old kid
near a shot gun in the woods.

"Can we get one of those?" The boy with brown hair asks, pointing to the pocket and hunting knifes the store has behind the counter.
"Uh sure man, you got id tho?" Bruce asks, looking at the kids.

"Oh yeah hold on." The teen responded as he grabs his wallet, sliding his student id over the counter.
"Sorry man you gotta be 18 to buy a knife here." Bruce tells the kids, they just say it's fine and walk over to the guy
who's playing pinball after they paid.
They whisper something to him to Wich he nodded and walks over to the counter.

"Hey man, imma need a Pocket knife." The blonde haired guy stood Infront of him, but as his head turns up to look at the store clerk, his face turns from pale to a slight pink.
Bruce notices this and decided to toy with him a little bit.
"Hey cutie, can i see your id?" Bruce asks, smirking. Bruce has often been told his smirk is 'seductive'

The man's face deepens in the shade of pink.
"Oh, uhm, yeah, yeah, ID" the blonde man stutters.
Bruce finds it amusing.

Bruce rings up the red pocket knife, putting it in a small bag.
"Anything else?" Bruce questions the stranger.
"Yes actually, your number" this strange man says nonchalantly.

"How charming." Bruce sighs and writes his number on the sticky pad he had just doodled on.
"It still worked though" the blonde haired guy said, having a cocky grin and then going back to the pinball machine.

"I told you i still had it! I keep the biggest high score, no matter who beats it i get it back!" The guy yells at the nine teens Infront of him.

He's kinda cute.

at around 7pm Bruce was going to close up the grab n go and head home when he feels his phone buzz.

It's the guy from earlier.

"Hey man" reads the text.
"Hey, is this the guy from earlier with the pinball machine?"
"Nah it's your date from last Thursday" the stranger replied.
"Oh, well hey will, didn't know you'd text" Bruce jokes, but on the other side of the phone, Vance felt upset.
Even though Bruce was just joking, it hurt Vance, but he didn't know why exactly.

"So what your name store boy?" Vance questioned, hoping to get somewhere with this conversation.
"It's Bruce, Bruce Yamada." Bruce answered truthfully.
"Sweet name yamada, mines Vance. Vance hopper."

"No way" Bruce texts, Vance replying with a "wdym"
"Last week i was flipping through my old year book from sophomore year in high school, and you were in there, people wrote Infront of your name 'pinball' to make you 'pinball Vance hopper ' " Vance texts quickly.

"Oh yeah! Matty and Jess! They went around the entire day finding people and writing 'pinball' Infront of my name, i remember those idiots. My nickname used to be pinball Vance because i held the high score on the pinball machine in grab n go." Vance replies after a while, making multiple spelling mistakes and correcting them.

"Wanna meet up tomorrow?" Vance asks, turning Bruce into a pink hue.
"Yeah, sure. I have off tomorrow anyway so around 3 pm-ish?" Bruce asks, getting an "okay" from Vance.

Bruce was exited about this, he had met Vance before, once actually.

It was the end of sophomore year, and Bruce was walking out of the school building. Vance was walking out of the building too, hitting Bruce's shoulder. Bruce yelled at Vance to 'watch where he's going' and all Vance did in reply was punch Bruce in the nose. Sure Bruce got a bloody nose and a bruise on his upper lip, but he never forgot the interaction.

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And that everybody concludes chapter one of wrecking ball!

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