𝙈𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙧 ; 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

Chapter 4 ; Pinball Vance.

Vance Hopper pov:

I walked into the shop, eyes immediately on my game. I walked towards it and put some money inside. "Is that your high score." I shoved him away. "Don't distract me while I'm playing." "Okay, pinball Vance." I lost. "The fuck did you call me?" "Nothing."

Bruce was sat on the floor next to the machine with his head in his hands. "FUCK YEAH! I BEAT IT!" Bruce looked up. "That's great." "How long has it been?" "2 hours." "Okay." "Wanna come back to my house?" "Anything to keep me away from mine." "What do you mean?" "Don't worry."

I put my arm around him. He was obviously tired because he was leaning on me. "Can I just sleep for five minutes when we get back, I'm really tired. Sorry." "Of course you can."

We walked into his house. He started walking upstairs. I closed the door however when I turned around I saw what I thought was his sister right in front of me. "Hey Vance. So you're best friends with my brother?" "..you can say that?" "Hang out with me instead, he's really boring." "Let me think, fuck off." I walked past her and followed Bruce.

He took his shoes off and got in his bed. "If I'm not up in 5 minutes just wake me up, yeah?" "Yeah." I sat on then chair and looked at some of the notes we took earlier. I could tell Bruce fell asleep because I could hear his breathing getting louder.

It had been 5 minutes but he was really tired. I figured I should just let him sleep but I wanted to stay with him. "I'd be out by the time he woke up anyway." I thought to myself.

I walked to his double bed and got under the covers next to me. God, it was warm. I didn't plan on falling asleep but I couldn't help it. Something about being here with Bruce brought me a sense of comfort. I tried to keep my eyes open but was proved impossible when I fell asleep.

"Vance. Vance wake up." Bruce shook me. "What?" I rubbed my eyes. "It's 6pm." "Oh. Sorry. I didnt mean to fall asleep." "It's fine, you were tired. I don't mind." I nodded. "I'll get going now, thanks for-" "You can stay tonight, if you want to. I dont really want you walking home by yourself you know?" I smiled. "I know. Thanks for the offer but no, I'll go." "If you say so. Meet me at the baseball field, 1 o'clock. I've got a game and I want to see you there." "I'll be there." I smiled.

It was cold. I only had a denim sleeveless jacket and a white vest top on with blue jeans. Wasn't ideal. I rubbed my arms to get warm but it wasn't working.

I was passing the park when I saw a missing poster on one of the streetlights. "Griffin Stagg. Don't know him." I read the poster out loud. Billy Showalter?" Holy shit, he was in the year below me at school.

Just as I was about to start walking away, a van pulled up behind me. Weirdo. I started to walk away but a man grabbed me from behind and sprayed something into my mouth. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME." I elbowed him and kicked his nuts. SCORE! He fell to the floor. I used this time to start jogging away but I began to feel tired. I started to walk again. The van started again. I tried to jog but I couldn't. That's when the van came crashing into my back. Ouch. It all went dark and my mind went blank.