❛❛𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒❆

yellow hair and lights, it's sick

(( say sorry for something i don't know again. i'm daring you. ))

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vance padded around the gymnasium. the lights above him were flashing green, red, then white. they were too bright. the song was some cheesy pop song playing from at least ten years ago. it was too loud.

he couldn't find bruce, who was supposed to meet him at the drink counter fifteen minutes ago. he had checked each bathroom, all the stands, and now was just lapping the gym- or, dance floor.

"yoo, this is my song!" vance heard someone call. "bruce, come dance!"

bruce?

"ok, but quick," he heard a voice respond.
bruce's voice, he might add.

vance scanned the sea of kids in front of him, until his eyes landed on two boys. one with blond hair, but unlike him, it was straight and short. then, one with black hair. vance could only see the back of the kid, yet he knew it was bruce.
he approached the duo, and put his hand on bruce's shoulder.

"hey." bruce flinched.

"vance! hey, there you are!"

"yeah. here you are." he hissed.

"mmm.. you sound mad. are you mad?" bruce asked, eyes sad, but also not really focused. vance glared at the blond, who quickly left.

"yeah, a bit. why'd you ditch me?" bruce tilted his head.

"i-," bruce started, blinking. "what? vance?" now he was fed up.

"oh, come on. listen, i know i was a bit late, but it was only three minutes. you didn't even try to find me."

"fuck." bruce walked off, not in a straight path.

vance stood shocked for a second, before following. bruce entered a bathroom, one vance had checked three times, and vance followed. bruce then practically fell onto his knees, and started heaving. vance stood, in utter shock.

he was still mad at bruce. albeit, maybe even more so, because now he was just confused.

but he wasn't a complete asshole (even though some disagree). so he crouched down next to his boyfriend and rubbed his back.

he could also see bruce was crying now. his eyes were less zone-y and he was staring directly at the toilet handle, while simultaneously throwing up.

probably two minutes had passed when he flushed the toilet and moved positions to be resting on the wall.

"i didn't mean to, vance. i didn't- didn't mean to ditch you." bruce said, gulping. (hiccuping or swallowing nausea, vance didn't really know, or care to know at the moment.)

"what the fuck happened tonight." it was more of a demand than a question. but he did demand an answer, so.

"you saw dylan. it was really dumb of me, but he kept offering me drinks and i took them, and i- ugh!" bruce groaned. "yeah, i got pretty fucking drunk. like, insanely. i should not be sober right now. maybe i'm not, but i already feel hungover. anyway. i lost track of time. i didn't really even understand anything 'til you came over."

bruce cracked his neck.

"i'm so sorry. thank you for coming."

vance sighed heavily.

"so you got drunk?"

"not on purpose." vance nodded. bruce eyed him cautiously.

"okay. okay." vance was misty eyed now. not sad. just tired. confused. he wanted to go home with bruce and do nothing. this whole dance was already too much.

"i'm sorry. wanna go?" vance silently nodded he stood up and waited outside of the gymnasium while bruce washed up.

"i'm sorry."

"it's not really your fault."

"accident, yes. my fault, yes. i didn't mean too. but i did. so i'm sorry." bruce apologized. vance smiled weakly in return. bruce un-clipped his bike and took it by one hand, walking it, while holding vance's hand in the other.

"thank you for coming. even though it sucked. you look really nice." bruce grinned at him.

"yeah? you look like shit. when we get back, you're changing. you smell like shit, too." bruce laughed at that. he knew vance wasn't mad.

"deal. if you stay the night."

"i was planning on it, you dumbass."

bruce was pretty sure he was going to throw up again, a lot. but if vance stayed there, it couldn't be that bad.