lost //brance

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vance's pov:

the next day bruce comes to my house after school finished. i held the door open for him as he made his way into the main corridor of my house.

"hey vance, do you mind if I use your phone?"

i take my shoes off and look up at him.

"sure thing. just take your shoes off first. ma doesn't like dirt being trailed onto her carpets."

he nods and takes his shoes off and places then neatly next to mine on the shoe rack.

"vance? my babe is that you?"

"yes ma. i'm home with bruce."

she comes out into the hallway just as bruce was finishing his call.

"oh you must be bruce. how charming are you darling"

she brings him into a tight hug and kisses his cheek.

bruce's pov

"ma stop it. don't scare him away he's just got here."

i smile and shake my head

"no please. it's a pleasure meeting you miss. i appreciate you letting me come over."

vance's mom gawks over me for a while and says how polite i am and other things. i cant help but notice how much vance and his mom look alike. the only real difference is his mom's hair is longer and her eyes are more green. they both had very beautiful features.

vance's mom shooed us upstairs and into his room i assume so she can finish making the food. as we reached the door he gasps and turns a bright shade of red.

"bruce. wait out here i gotta do something."

i nodded and laughed to myself as i could hear him clattering around and stomping across his room.

"vance honey you're gonna break the floors!"

a few grunts were heart before a loud voice came from inside.

"sorry ma!"

the door flung open which startled me a little and he quickly pulled me inside his room.

somehow it was just as i had expected it to be. posters littered the walls from things to bands and movies to random miscellaneous stuff. the floor had been cleaned but it was obvious that he had shoved all the stuff either under his bed or in his wardrobe.

"so what ya hiding vance?"

he turned his head away from me and murmured something i couldn't hear. i just brushed it off and walked towards his bed, my legs and arms aching by now. he sat down next to me and the room fell into silence. i started to think about vance's voice. it sounded strange, not like how everyone else sounds from here.

"hey vance... i don't wanna sound rude or anything.. but are you from round here? it sounds like you have an accent."

he looks at me, surprised.

"nobody usually notices it.. my dad is french. "

i look up at him as he talks. something seems a bit off about the way he speaks of his dad, and really who can blame me for being curious.

"is your dad at work or something? i haven't seen or heard him in the house i don't think."

"he passed away a few years ago. you can just probably hear my accent because i'm tired. school was a bitch today."

well aren't i a nosy piece of shit. this is what happens when you ask stupid things bruce.

"oh um.. sorry about your dad vance. and i honestly think the accent is nice. sounds cool."