wreaking ball -brace

chapter two

The next day Bruce was in the shower, singing bohemian raspody by queen.
At the same time Vance was trying out different hair styles. First up, then side, then slicked back, then frizzy, and then he just decided that he'd keep it like always.

He's kept his hair the same since freshman year of highschool.
Just trimming it here and there so he's not the living Rapunzel.

After the two men were ready they met up at "Luke's diner".

Vance arrived first and sat down at a table with two chairs opposite from another.
Bruce walked into the diner around two minutes later and saw Vance. His stomach felt tickled. He thought it was because he hadn't eaten yet.

"Yo! Yamada you came!" Vance says as Bruce sits down.
"Yeah , i mean why wouldn't i?"
"Well because of my reputation and stuff" Vance says, taking a sip of the coffee he ordered.

"Oh, i don't care about your reputation." Bruce shrugs and Vance almost choked to death on his coffee.
"What? Like literally everyone cares about my reputation."
"Well, i don't. I know you're bad news but i don't care. I know you don't do bad stuff to people who haven't done anything wrong and I'm pretty sure i haven't wronged you." Bruce smiles at Vance and Vance felt warm. It felt nice to know someone wasn't afraid of him or that they liked him for him.

"Oh, well, okay. You wanna order something?" The blonde boy asked the brunette Infront of him.
"Oh my god yes! I'm starving!" Bruce sighs as he picks up the tan menu Infront of him.

The two boys ate and talked and became friends after an hour. They were chatty, laughing and smiling every second sentence.

A woman with dark brown hair, almost black, walked into the diner and the owner who had a plad shirt and backwards baseball cap complained to her about the two, but they didn't care.

They didn't have a care in the world about anything happening around them.

Once they finished eating they paid and left a heavy tip.

Once Vance reached the outside, he got a cigarette and light it.

"Oh shit sorry i didn't ask you want one?" Vance asked noticing how the other was staring at him as he took a hit.
"I don't smoke, i just like the smell" Bruce replied as he continues to stare at the boy Infront of him.
"What do you mean you 'like the smell'? It's disgusting" Vance chuckles and takes another hit.
"My dad was a stoner. So growing up i got used to the smell of cigarettes and weed, and i found the smell to be a nice mixture of calmness and happiness." Bruce replies and looks away.
"I mean the only time he was calm and happy was when he was high. Wich is the only way him and my mom were married for over 20 years before he got arrested for drug abuse."

Vance hugged the brunette, putting his arms around Bruce's waist.
Bruce turned a bit pink but hugged back either way.

Bruce had blacked out, he had been having so much fun he didn't even check the time.

"Oh fuck it's already 10." Bruce panics.
"Yeah, so? I mean you don't have a curfew. You don't live with your parents anymore." Vance laughs dryly.
"Yeah but still it's super late! And i have exams tomorrow!" Bruce panics even more.
"Ok ok! Look you'll go back to your apartment and go to bed and I'll go back to my apartment."
"Okay, thank you for this wonderful day though, really!" Bruce thanks vance as he walks to his car.
"Anytime sweetheart." Vance smiles and gets in his car.
Driving off to his apartment.