Cracks (BRANCE) [Incomplete]

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Bruce sat down outside the school, waiting for Vance. He didn't know why he was even doing this. It's not like two were friends. Bruce was pretty sure Vance had never even heard of him until today. He couldn't blame him either. Bruce's siblings were much more interesting than him. He lived in their shadows his whole life, and he was used to it. Bruce wasn't too fond of Vance either. He had heard plenty about him. Nothing good.

Bruce pulled out a book from his bag and began reading it. When he was getting really into it, it got snatched away from his grasp.

"What you reading?" Bruce looks up to see Vance staring down at him, with the book in his hand. His striking blue eyes made Bruce slightly nervous.

"Just a book my mum bought me." Bruce stands up and takes his book back, placing it into his bag and slinging it on his shoulder. "So how far is your house?"

"Not that far." Vance replies. He jams his thumbs into his jean pockets and starts to walk away. Bruce awkwardly tries to catch up. This was going to be long.

Bruce looked Vance up and down whilst they walked. His style was...weird. He had blue worn-out baggy jeans, a black shirt with a band Bruce had never heard of before. His wrists were completely covered by multiple bracelets, and he wore many rings on his hands. On his neck was his iconic green choker. No one had ever seen him without it. Bruce didn't see the big appeal towards Vance. Why did girls just fall at his feet? Bruce just didn't get it. It was probably the bad boy thing. And his muscles. Girls digged it.

"We're here." Vance speaks, breaking Bruce from his thoughts. Had he really been lost in thought for that long.

To his surprise, Vance's house wasn't a massive shit whole. It had one large tree with a wheel swing attached to it. Colourful flowers swarmed the place, and the house was freshly painted in a pinky-white colour. You would have never expected big bad Vance to live somewhere so nice like this. Bruce snorted at the sight, earning a hard nudge in the side by Vance.

"Stop laughing, or I'll cut your dick off." Vance warned. He tried to hide his red face with a mean glare.

"Sorry, it's just. You live here!" Bruce continues to laugh.

"My mum likes to decerate. Now stop laughing!" Vance huffs out.

"Ok, ok." The black haired boy composed himself before opening the gate and entering the house.

"Go to my room, I'll be there in a min. I'm just getting a drink. Want anything?" Vance instructs, pointing to a door down the long corridor.

"What do you have?" Bruce asked curiously.

"Alcohol." He answers simply, opening up the cupboards and pulling out some glasses.

"Anything else?" Bruce was not a drinker at all. He once tried a bit of Kenji's drink and hated it.

"Uhh, coke, lemonade." Vance listed as he scanned what was left for him in the fridge.

"Can I just get some water?"

"Yeah, whatever."

Bruce walked down the hall and entered Vance's room. It was obvious that it was Vance's due to the 'KEEP OUT' sign hung up on the door. He had a look around. The walls were a dark grey, but you could barely see it due to the large number of rock posters he had up. His bedside table was busy with cans, guitar picks, rubbish, and a plane black book. What drew most of Bruce's attention was the electric guitar, which hung proudly above his bed.

"What are you looking at?" Bruce looks back to see Vance at the door frame with two cups in his hands, staring intensely at him.

"You play guitar?" Bruce asked curiously. He didn't take Vance for a musician. Playing an instrument took skill, and Vance was clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed. But then again, Bruce's mum always said to 'never judge a book by its cover.' It was a metaphor or something.

"Yeah. What about it?" Vance raises an eyebrow. He thought everyone knew that he played by now.

"Can I hear you play?" Vance nods. What was the harm?

"Uh, I guess. Do you have any song requests?" The blonde takes the guitar off the wall and plugs it into the amplifier, quickly tuning it. Bruce shakes his head. He didn't really know many songs. "Ok, 1 sec."

Vance begins. It takes him a few seconds to get the right chords, but once he got it, he was really good. Vance played a tune that Bruce had never heard of, but he liked it. He also liked the look of concentration on Vance's face. When Vance looks up into Bruce's eyes for a couple of seconds, his stomach spirals, and he feels kind of anxious. Vance looks back down and finishes the song.

"That was so good! What song was that?" Bruce asked in awe.

"You seriously don't know paranoid?" Vance asks. His tone made Bruce feel dumb. Bruce never had time to listen to a lot of music. He liked ABBA because that was what his mum always played.

"No. Who's it by?" Bruce tilts his head.

"Black sabbath."

"Nope. I've never heard of it." Bruce shrugs. "Anyway, let's start." He changes the subject, pulling out his maths book.