"Don't even think about it Yamada." |Brance|

Chapter 23

TW: angst, cussing, fighting😘😘😘

Bruce:

I sat alone in my room, feeling like crap I was supposed to be getting ready for school but I couldn't stop thinking about everything.
My parents were never home, and I mean I get it but.. They can't even make time for their kids..
I appreciate everything I have, I mean I have a drop dead gorgeous house and a lot of nice things, but I'd trade so many of that just to see my parents more..

Being "perfect." Has its own disadvantages, you're expected to be the best at everything..! I may be good at a lot of things but not everything.

The pent up anger was slowly building up and rising to the surface, I don't like being rude or hateful..!

Come on Bruce, stop overreacting..

Hff..

I got up, limping over to my dresser, picking out a white shirt and some black joggers as well as a pair of boxers & socks (obviously.)

I pulled off my shirt, staring at the scars and nasty bruises.

I stretched, yawning before putting on the clean shirt and adjusting the bottom.

I finished getting dressed and decided to walk on my ankle, it wasn't terrible but it still didn't feel good.

I turned on the bathroom light and fixed my hair, staring into the mirror.

I finished my routine, well most of it.

I grabbed everything, including my crutches and limped downstairs, picking up my water bottle that I filled last night from the fridge.

"AMY IM LEAVING, DONT DO ANYTHING DUMB CALL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, LOVE YOU"
I called up the stairs, hearing a quiet raspy goodbye.

It was now harder and longer to get to school, my mom couldn't drive me because shes been working overtime.

I made sure I had everything, I set my crutches down, leaning against my wall and picking up my converse shoes from the rack that was placed neatly by the door.

I limped over to a chair and slid my shoe on, tying it, I then slowly put on the shoe that was going to be on my hurt ankle.

It took a minute or so, tying the shoelaces loosely so the tightness wouldn't hurt.

I got up, limping towards the door.

Should I bring my crutches?... I don't know.. Eh I'll leave them and see how I do..

I opened the door, grabbing my jacket and my bag.
I slid my jacket on and swung my bag over my shoulder, I limped out off the door and shut it, locking it with my house key.

I took a deep breath, I was feeling anxious about walking alone.. on the same road...

You'll be fine Bruce, cut it out!

I shook my head as If to shake the worries in my head.

I continued to walk— well limp my way there.
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Vances POV:

"God damn Bruce is taking forever!"

"Aww does VanceyWancey miss his little boyfrienddd." Griffin fake pouted before snickering.

"Shut up! He's not my boyfriend!"

"You never said you didn't miss him!" He grinned, shaking me by the shoulders.

I rolled my eyes, mocking him quietly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the boy who I missed, the boy who I wanted to kiss.
Bruce.