'it's for you.' | in which! i provide tbp preferences and imagines for you :) |
CHARACTERS INCLUDED:
Finney
Robin
Vance
Bruce
(I will try and add others soon)
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Nobody went to the supply closet outside of the school. There wasn't a reason why; it was only useless.
It was a perfect spot to seclude yourself when you didn't feel like interacting with others or had an awful day.
The closet was cramped, but you didn't mind. It was only you that would visit anyway. You usually read or listen to music in the room if you cut class.
You had that spot all to yourself. It was your spot. No one knew about it. Not even your boyfriend, Vance Hopper. He always wondered why you'd disappear at school, but you never told him where you went. You don't know why you'd never reveal to him about the spot. Maybe you wanted him to find you.
Today wasn't your day. You failed your math quiz, and your guardian is pissed at you. So instead of attending your second period, you decided to sneak into the supply closet.
Going there was simple, surprisingly. All you had to do was blend into the crowd and walk out the door on the side of the building.
Slowly opening the door, you quietly sat down and scrambled through your backpack, trying to find your portable stereo (it's similar to a Walkman). Luckily you didn't forget it, so you excitedly placed the headphones on your ears and bopped your head to the music rhythmically.
It was during your favorite song when the door suddenly burst open. You freeze suddenly. Shit. You got caught.
You anxiously looked up but saw someone you didn't expect to see. You became at ease after you realized it was your boyfriend.
"God, Vance. You scared the shit out of me," You sighed, removing the headphones from your ears and around your neck.
"So, this is where you've been hiding," He responded, studying the tight area. You nodded in response, staring at him.
"You got room for your boyfriend?"
"Sure."
You scooted over as Vance slumped next to you, sighing. Your gaze goes to his knuckles, which were bruised.
"Oh, Vance. What happened?" You mumbled, taking his hand and observing it.
He always got into fights. Ever since he was a kid, he constantly argued with someone. You had to be the one to take care of him.
"This guy was talking shit, that's all," he answered. You let out an exasperated sigh as you grab the first-aid kit out of your backpack. You always carried one around when you started dating Vance.
You gently cleaned his wounds as you scolded him. "What did he say? He better have said something messed up because you must have beat him horribly."
"He said stuff about you. Called you names," he said bitterly.
"So? You know I don't care what people say about me," You replied, carefully putting a bandaid on his hand.
"Still."
You put the first aid kit in your backpack before looking at him. Vance was still upset. "How'd you find me?" You asked.
"I wanted to find a place to cool down. Like what you tell me to do whenever I get mad. So I found this spot," Vance answered, slipping his hands into his jeans pocket.
You smiled slightly. He took your advice. You repeatedly tried to help him with his anger issues, but you started to doubt he listened. You hesitantly kissed his cheek before he stared at you, his face subtly in shock.
