𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 / 𝘧𝘪𝘹-𝘪𝘵! 𝘢𝘶

Twenty-six

Guys, the story is almost at an end!!!!!!!!
Im gonna guess only like 4-6 chapters left.
Thank u guys so much for getting this to 12k reads!! I'm so happy rn I could DIE😭💗😔😔😖😖🙁🙁❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Love y'all fr:3

This chapter's gonna be focusing on Vance:)
More importantly Amy and Vance's friendship!

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Vance woke up to griffin adjusting himself on Vance's chest. He wanted to get up to get water, but he didn't want to wake up anyone. Luckily, griffin moved away from Vance in his sleep five minutes later, now leaning on the couch. Vance got off the couch, and walked upstairs. He walked into the kitchen expecting to see Marie, but she wasn't there. He grabbed a glass from the shelf, and filled it with tap water.

He took a few sips, before turning around to go back down to the basement. Vance jumped, seeing Marie behind him, dropping his glass in the process.

"Oh my! Vance are you-"

"I'm so sorry!" He said, dropping onto his knees to clean his mess.

"It's alright, hun! Are you alright?" She asked. He didn't hear her as he picked up the glass, cutting his hand in the process. "Oh, darling, stop!" She bent down, grabbing his wrists.

"I'm so sorry, I'll clean it up..! I didn't mean to I'm so sorry.." he closed his eyes, preparing for Marie to yell at him. She looked at him with sadness.

"Vance, it's alright! It was an accident, it's okay! I just don't want you to hurt yourself, darling!" She helped him up, and he started to cry. "Im sorry. I can pay for a new glass!" He offered, and she shook her head.

"That would be most unnecessary, Vance. It was only an accident. I'm so sorry if I had scared you." she said, looking at the cut on the palm of his hand that was now gushing with blood. She gasped. "Oh no! Sit on the counter, dearest. I'll go get some supplies. And stay away from the glass!" She said, running to the bathroom. He walked to the counter, holding back his tears as he held his hand. He sat up on the counter, and waited for Marie to come back. Vance sat there, kind of confused. The first time he had dropped a glass at his dads house he couldn't see out of his left eye for weeks. Griffin had woken up from the yelling, and walked upstairs tiredly.

"What's going on..?" He asked, running a hand through his hair.

"My bad if I woke you up, griffin." Vance apologized.

"It's all good. Woah, what happened to your hand!" He was now wide awake, staring at the blood dripping onto the floor.

"Sorry for getting blood everywhere." Vance laughed quietly, wiping his eyes before his tears started leaking.

"Bro, it's fine! I just want to make sure you're okay!" Griffin walked over to him, stepping around the shattered glass. Marie walked back to the kitchen, with bandages and cleaning solution. "Good morning, baby." She kissed griffins head.

"Good morning, mom. What happened?" He asked, and she explained what happened, while pouring the solution onto Vance's hand. She wrapped the bandages around it, and smiled.

"There you go. Now be careful." She said, and he nodded.

"Sorry." He said again.

"Vance, it is not your fault." She smiled, before shooing them both away. "Go back to bed! It's only 6:30!" She laughed, as they ran back downstairs quietly.

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They all eventually woke up, Robin falling off the couch in the process. "How did we all fit on that couch?" Bruce laughed.