nineties•brance

chapter 1

August 13th 1990
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bruce yawned as his alarm clock woke him up, he stayed up way too late to be getting up at 9am.

why was he waking up at 9am during summer break? well he found himself a job at their local convenience store, the "grab n go".

he got ready, taking a quick shower, brushing his teeth, getting changed and doing his hair, he took on his shoes and grabbed his messenger bag, Wich he took everywhere, and exited the building.

he decided he'd change into his work shirt at the grab n go because he was a little behind.

he walked quickly, passing bush lined yards, petting the neighborhood cats, smiling at the older women out of respect, nodding his head at the guys walking past who noticed him and complimenting the local skaters who were sitting on the curb chatting with one another.
He lived in the rich neighborhood, so instead of fences that were connected to each other made out of metal, he had nice wood fences with gaps in-between them or the alternative, bushes.

he unlocked the store, walking in and flipping the sign to "we're open!".

he headed to the back, quickly taking his black button up over his Tanktop, his work shirt was a little tight since they didn't have his exact size, only a down size, so he took that.

it did however show off the muscle he's been building over the years, and he's been going to the gym since he's been ten, so he's got extra muscle.

he sat down in the spinny chair, drawing on sticky notes and readjusting his name tag a few times before a customer came running in.

it was a boy he recognized but didn't know, short brown fluffy hair, small build and he was around mid teens. He's probably just seen him around galesburg.

bruce was in college, so he didn't know many highschoolers, but he recognized him for some reason.

"you okay man?" bruce asked the distraught teen, running to the back of the store.
"vance hopper is after me. vance hopper for pete's sake!!" the teenager screamed the second sentence. bruce got scared for the little boy.

"where is he?" bruce got out from behind the back, walking over to the door covered by posters and graffiti, stickers and paintings.
"he's just outside." the teenager's voice is shaky and scared.

bruce opened the door and stepped out, as soon he got outside of the store and walked about five meters he was hit with a punch to his cheekbone.

"what the fuck?" he stumbled back and got hit in the lip again until he heard someone mumble something.

"what the fuck was that for jackass?" bruce yells as he grabbed his face, realizing a little bit of blood coming out from his lip.

he saw a boy with long blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles and pink-ish cheeks staring at him in slight shock. he looked the boy up and down, seeing brass knuckles on his hands.

"oh you are so dead. you're a dead man vance hopper, dead!" Bruce ran back into the grab n go, Vance quickly ran away and Bruce started to dial his brothers phone number.

"yeah shuji, this guy, vance hopper, yeah that pinball vance guy, he just hit me in the jaw and the cheek with brass knuckles, he just ran away from my work. thanks." Bruce hung up, he was the youngest of the four so they were EXTREMELY protective.

he went back to work as normal, he got asked a lot of questions by girls, asked if he needs a bandaid or a wet wipe, he found their concerns admirable, sweet even.

∆time skip to an hour later∆

vance was hiding in an abandoned gost town, sure he was the toughest kid at school but he was still a human. one guy versus three guys with like five years on him? no way he'll beat them.