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"But..who did it then?"
Bruce knitted his eyebrows, the expression on his face forming into a confused tone. By the time Bruce had started to hum unintentionally, robin had slumped into the dim room, his scattered footsteps echoing across the halls.
"That, my Prince, is a good question." Robin tinted, playing with the cramped hair piling off my head, leaking onto my pale face. I rolled my eyes as I heard a whispered out sigh, followed by a bewildered frown for Bruce.
"What, what is it?" I encountered, fusing my eyebrows and placing a hand on Bruce's shoulder, squeezing it tightly for a second, before gesturing that I was listening.
"I know who it is....but, it doesn't make any sense why they did it." Bruce mumbled out, averting his glare over to the stairs in annoyance.
"Well, who was it?" Robin asked, whining to know as he become intrigued when we began the topic of who had posted the picture. Vance's eyes glided across the room, finally raising out in the realization.
Bruce cursed in some language under his breath, before quickly letting out an encased sigh.
"..Amy."
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"Alright let me get this straight," I pondered, wiping my eye on the sleeve of my Levi's jacket. "You told Amy because you were high, and she pessimistically happened to tell literally everyone at the high school."
Bruce grinned a fake side smile, nodded his head lightly at the suggested retell of the story. "Yep...AMY! COME DOWN HERE, WE HAVE TO TALK TO YOU!" Bruce called, faltering the wool of the carpet as he flung himself upside down, spontaneously rubbing the comfy spots.
"Why the fuck does she even have instagram..?" I intrigued myself, coordinating a schedule to ask her that as I watched Bruce roll around on the vacuumed floor of Vance's old pattered living room.
Amy came trotting down the stairs, only to stop suddenly once she saw the four boys in the scattered unevenly around the sofa.
"Why...why are they here?" She stuttered, loosely gripping the railing of the creaky staircase, letting here socks sink in, signaling in which she wasn't moving any time soon.
"Because your snobby little brat ass did something, and we know it." Vance muttered out abruptly, grumbling as the sound of cars flew by in the open window sill.
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"Mommy, what's a snobby little brat ass?" Jacoby asked innocently, alerting his mother at the inappropriate question.
She sighed toward the young boy, not taking her eyes off the dark road surrounding her car and trailing in front of her. "I- um, why would you ask that, baby?"
Jacoby glanced out the front view mirror window, plundering at the old brick house a couple yards back now.
"Well, I heard a man say it through the creak in that window of that brick house,that one right there!" Jacoby cluttered, pointing aback towards the ant-sized house in the back of the car window. His mother adjacently glowered back out the house, stiffly blushing at the old phrase her son had retold her.
"Uh- baby, I think that was just two adults- well, play fighting. Yea." She groaned, smiling lightly back into her sons eyes through the mirror .
"Okay mommy."
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Your welcome.🤪
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"Shut up Vance! Does it look like anyone was talking to you?!" She cried out, peering over to Bruce for assistance. He shrugged his shoulders, frowning slightly in rejection.
"Shut it you little rat, I'm letting you play with those CREATURES in my bedroom!" He hollered, raising his voice slightly as he glared at her.
She stamped her feet in a whiny manor, sprinting back up the stairs as she started crying.
"Goddamnit." Bruce sighed calmly, stumbling up to go after his sister.
"Wait." Vance grumbled, overtaking the task , yet visibly struggling to decide if he actually wanted to get hit in the face with a Barbie doll.
He groaned with a light heft under his voice, giving us our answer as we snickered.
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"Goddamnit.. what am I even doing here? This little ballshitter deserves what was comin'."
I stood in front of my own bedroom door, hearing the quiet sobs of the 11-year old girl inside the muffled area.
Scratch that, I knew why I was here. Because I'm fucking awesome.
I knocked on the door, alarming the girl weeping inside to gasp lightly and turn toward the door.
"Hey. It's Vance." I mumbled, earning a pitchy groan, and a lock to the door.
"Seriously? You locked the door? Not cool dude." I implied, tapping repeatedly at the door loudly, cracking a slight smile when I heard an exaggerated sigh.
I heard shuffling, and then a window sill open. "Shit!" I muttered, knocking on the door louder before, hearing the paining creaks as splinters fell through.
"Hey. If you open up, I'll give you heroin." I countered, raising my hands to the back of my head in remorse.
"I'm fucking 11." I heard, fluttering back open my eyes as the creak of the door resounded. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She laughed, scooting out of the way slightly to give me room to step in.
I sprawled out onto the bed, followed by Amy uncomfortably taking a swift seat next to me. "So, man, sorry about..Yknow, yelling." I mumbled, earning a surprised reaction from the little girl.
"Vance? Sorry? I don't think those words have ever been used in a sentence before?!" She exaggerated, complied with a smack of the head from Vance as he chuckled. "Shut up, you jerk."
We sat and giggled for a minute, before Amy rested her head on my shoulder as she sighed out. "Thanks for being here, Vance. Even though literally no one likes you." She giggled, standing up from the bed and making a loud creak, before side hugging Vance and walking over to her Barbie dolls.
I muttered useless curses under my breath, glad i wasn't able to reach the waddled kid from her brain functions. "What did I ever do to you, little asswipe?" I questioned, stretching my arms from side to side as the girl shrugged her small shoulders.
"You literally teared the limbs off Melinda." She suggested, crossing her arms and frowning at the awkward memory.
I rolled my eyes, stating, "Well, maybe Melinda shouldn't be sleeping on my bed." She groaned lightly, before pushing her back to the side chair in the corner of the sun lit room. "But besides that, why did you post it?" I asked, frowning uneasily at the girls face gesture.
She sighed, patting her leg's impatiently as she came up with good words. "Uhm. It- IT WAS CUTE OKAY!I didn't know they're gay asses weren't out yet." She gulped, pleading for her substantial innocence.
I gazed at her, before chuckling slightly in a joking manor. "Little fags."
