The summer I died (BRANCE)

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Bruce roamed around the cramped hallways. The last bell had just gone off, and everyone was in a rush to leave.

Bruce was headed for the school library as he had some revision to do for an upcoming English test. The library was practically always empty, which makes it a great place to focus on something. No distractions.

When he got there, he was happily surprised to see a familiar looking boy sitting at an empty table.

"Vance?" Bruce asks, almost uncertain if this was a dream or not.

Vance looks up from his textbook and locks eyes with Bruce.

"Yeah."

"Gosh, I thought you were missing! I was so worried!"

Vance stares at the other blanky. Trying to read his facial expressions to tell if he was joking. Why would anyone be worried about where he was (other than cops)

"You were?"

Bruce nodded a genuine look, resting on his face.

"I texted you, I asked around. Man, I was so worried. Thank god you're ok." He pulled out a seat and sat down next to Vance.

"Oh, you did? I didn't see it, sorry. I was taking care of my little brother." The blonde was dumbfounded. Someone actually cared enough to look for him it gave him a weird feeling in his stomach, and he felt his face become warm. What was this?

"You have a little brother?" Bruce asks. He wants to know more about Vance. Vance seems so interesting for some odd reason. If only he would let his guard down once in a while. Maybe Bruce could be the one to make him open up.

"Yeah, Griffin. He's ten." Bruce likes the thought of Vance taking care of a child. He would act differently to how he treats everyone else, more gental. Bruce would love to see that side of him one day.

"Oh maybe him and my sister Amy know eachother!" He suggests. They were the same age and most definitely went to the same school.

"Huh, maybe."

They stayed silent for a few seconds whilst they held eye contact.

Vance was first to break it. He felt as if someone stared at him for too long they would see how ugly he really was, see everything Vance hates about himself.

But that wasn't what Bruce was thinking. He thinks Vance looks almost god-like. His blazing blue eyes that hold so much emotion in them. His freckles on his cheeks that were almost invisible unless you were up close to him. His style, it just screamed Vance. He had baggy black cargoes, a short sleave iron maiden shirt which showed of his muscular arms. His curly hair framed his face almost perfectly. He was rather pretty for a guy.

'Can I even call a guy pretty?' Bruce asked himself.

"Will you quit staring?" Vance asks with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, sorry. Why are you in here anyway? I didn't expect to see you in a library."

"Because I'm trying to practice for a maths test but I have no fucking clue how to do any of it!" Vance answers frustrated.

"Well, what are you struggling with? I can help." Bruce grabs the open textbook and has a look on what page he was on. It was algebra. Pretty simple.

"I don't want your help."

"Vance, please."

"Fine!"

Bruce spends around twenty minutes rambling about algebra. Vance's concentration falling in and out. all throughout, he kept on admiring how Bruce talked on and on about maths. He was cute. Wait, he can't do this.

Vance gets snapped out of his thoughts by Bruce saying his name.

"Are you even listening?"

"Uh yeah. It's getting late. I need to get home. See you Monday." Vance needed to get out of there.

The feeling had to go away.

He ran to the grab n' go and is relieved to see Evie working.

"Hey Eve." He says out of breath from the running.

The shop was empty as it usually isn't active at this time.

"He's alive?!" Evie gasps sarcastically.

"Unfortunately."

"Where ya been?"

"Griff was sick."

"Ah, ok. Oh yeah, this pretty boy came in looking for you." Evie informs the blonde.

"Oh really? Who?"

"I think he said his name was Bruce." She watches as Vance's face grows red, and he avoids eye contact. A knowing smirk forms apon her face.
"He a boyfriend?"

"No." Vance replies quickly.

"But you want him to be?"

"Uh, I don't know." He answered. He really can't afford to like someone right now. He doesn't need the constant overthinking or the feeling to be perfect. He really hates being in love. That's why he breaks up with people before it starts to get serious.

A/n: you really thought I would make him get kidnapped (yet) I would never 😒 short chapter cus I can't be asked