Caught (completed) - brance

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Finney had left by now, which it was understandable, it was almost midnight. Amy was lying across my lap, deeply sleeping. It was sort of adorable, and it was a nice moment to have. If our parents were here they'd start going on and on about how much they've always wanted us to get along and that they were going to post so many pictures of us hanging out on social media.

Gwen sat on the other end of the couch, engulfed in the movie that was playing. Around 10 they had come downstairs complaining that they were bored, so first we played a board game and then I started a movie after that.

My phone suddenly—and very loudly—buzzed, which thankfully didn't wake up Amy. I grabbed my phone carefully, checking what caused the loud notification. It was Instagram, unsurprisingly, and it was Vance.

vhopp13: r u going to bowling tmr night?

I stared at the notification for a second. What was I expecting? To add him back and then not have him text me? But then again, why did he add me at all? Was it just about bowling or what?

I texted him back, yeah. ru?

vhopp13: yeah robin invited me

I texted him back, letting him know that I knew about that. He replied saying he figured I knew. For a second other texted stopped and I was just staring at our short conversation that started to age by the minute. 1 minute...2 minutes...3 minutes...4 minutes..

vhopp13: wyd

I stared at that text for a second, a little weirded out that he was continuing the conversation. Not that it was weird to have conversations with people—but it was Vance. Vance wasn't someone who continued conversations, let alone someone who started convos. But soon I texted him back, watching a movie w/ my little sister and Finney's sister Gwen. hbu

vhopp13: that's fun
vhopp13: I'm just listening to music

I texted him back that that was cool, but that I wanted to continue watching the movie. Surprisingly he wasn't angry, and he just said, alright. I just slightly shrugged my shoulders as I placed my phone to the side.

Soon the movie was over and I carried Amy up to her room, Gwen following behind me with a sleeping bag. When I made sure they were both tucked in and heading to sleep I went to my own room, hoping to get a little shut eye. But as I laid in bed I wondered; what did the school end up doing to Vance? Actually, when Vance had first added me on Instagram I had been wondering if the school had done anything after he stormed out.

I've been wondering, what did the school end up doing to u, I texted, now not expecting him to answer until the morning. It was 1 am by now.

But my phone buzzed and of course it was Vance replying.
vhopp13: they suspended me for a few weeks like always 🙄

I sort of laughed at that text, but it made sense how he was just used to it. We continued to talk—at first about school, but then it changed to about life, how bad we were at bowling, and soon it went into about or families. I got to rant about how annoying my mom was and how my sister could be a little annoying too. He talked about his mom, who seemed like a very nice and sweet woman. It seemed as if he didn't have any siblings, and all he said about his father was that he was sort of an asshole.

I surprisingly liked talking to Vance, and we actually talked for two hours before I was too tired to keep talking. He wasn't much of an asshole as I thought he was. He even offered to pick me up for bowling, which I accepted since I didn't want to walk.

I woke up just 2 hours later at 5 and went downstairs to make breakfast for Amy and Gwen. I obviously was tired, and I probably had bags under my eyes. I made the girls bacon and eggs, pouring orange juice into glasses for them as well. By the time it was all set up it was six, which I found fit to wake them up.

When I walked into Amy's room they were surprisingly already awake. "Did I wake you guys up?" I asked with worry. Both of them shook their heads tiredly, sharing a small glance. "Well it's time for breakfast," I told them, "I made bacon and eggs."

The both of them grinned, getting out of their beds. The three of us headed downstairs together and the girls dug into their plates, clearly hungry.