Cracks (BRANCE) [Incomplete]

6

Vance's pov:

We talked for what felt like minutes, but every time I glanced at my watch, it revealed that it was, in fact, super early in the morning. I noticed after a while that Bruce went suddenly quiet, and when I looked over, he was sound asleep. As fun as this was, I couldn't leave him here. The weed had wared off of me, so I should be safe enough to drive.

I scooped his body up and carried him to the car, being careful not to wake him. He looked so peaceful asleep, like he had not a care in the world. Normally, I would take him to his house, but I know right now that their parents aren't home, and Amy is at a sleepover, so Kenji probably had company, if you know what I mean. So I started driving to my house. I tried to be as careful as I could on the road, avoiding potholes and driving slower than I would usually. I pulled up to my driveway and got out, lifting Bruce's body and entering my house quietly, hoping not to wake up my mother.

I placed him down gently on my bed. I got changed into something more comfortable and joined him. I closed my eyes, but they immediately opened again when I felt Bruce's arms around my torso and his face buried in the crook of my neck. I become a flustered mess. Do I move him off me? No. That's rude. I move my arms around his back and let him cuddle up to me. It wasn't like it was a big deal. No one would know. I closed my eyes and started to drift off.

(Time skip)

I wake up around 7 am. to hear my mum getting up. Me and Bruce were in the same position as last night.
I unwrapped his arms from my body and headed towards the kitchen.

"Morning mum." I yawn. I'm met with a wide grin. Oh god. What did she know?

"I see Bruce is in your bed." She took a sip from her coffee and raised an eyebrow. My turned red. She saw?

"Wha, what?" I play dumb even though she could probably see right through me.

"I came into your room earlier to see you and Bruce cuddled up together." Shit. Shit. Shit. She will never let me forget this.

"Mum, it's not -"

"Vance baby, I know you and Bruce are good... friends," She starts. I'm actually going to die of embarrassment. She thinks I'm gay. For the record, I'm not. I've dated loads of girls before, so I can't be gay. "But you have to tell me if they're staying round." I cover my face.

"Ma, it's really not like that." I state, but she doesn't look so convinced.

"Whatever. Have a shower, wake up Bruce for pancakes, and then take him home, please." She instructs, and I can't be asked to argue with that, so i listen.

3rd pov:

Bruce's eyes flutter open, and he finds himself in a familiar bed. He sits up and looks around, with no sight of Vance. His bed was much more cosy than Bruce's was. Bruce liked Vance's room more as well. It was more relaxed.

He looks to the side. That unlabelled black book. Bruce knows he shouldn't read it, but his curiosity takes over. He turns to the paged with a pen stuck in it.

It read:

What is wrong with me? Why can't I let go of this strange feeling towards them. Is it hate? Is it jealousy? I don't know. What I do know, though, is their stupid fucking perfect face makes me weak, a pussy, show my real emotions. Their dazzling brown eyes. Their healthy black hair. Their sweet smile. Why is it that I can build such a strong wall of emotion just for them to make it crack so easily.

Fuck u diary
Vance

Holy shit! Bruce's eyes grow wide. Vance liked someone. How couldn't Vance tell? It was right in front of him! Bruce starts to question who it might be about. There weren't many girls who matched that description, only some weird dorks no one ever paid attention to. So it definitely wasn't them.

The door slowly creaks open, and the blonde appears. He looked to the book in Bruce's hand.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Vance spits. He looked furious.

"Vance. You know you like this person. Right?"

Vance aggressively snatched the book out of Bruce's hands.

"Who do you think you are?! Do you not respect people's privacy!" Vance screams. He was mad. The last time Bruce saw him this mad was when some guy fucked up his pinball game.

"I'm sorry." Bruce mumbled quietly. He always found it difficult to speak or think clearly when someone yelled at him.

"God, there is something seriously wrong with you." Vance huffed, finally starting to calm. "My mum made us pancakes. You'll eat them then go home." Vance explains.

"Ok." Bruce gets up and walks out, not saying anything.

He goes into the kitchen and greets Julie. Bruce sits down, and she places a plate with breakfast on it.

"What was all the shouting about?" She questions. She looks between the both of them. They had the same awkward expression. She decides it's best to change the subject. "How did you sleep, Bruce?"

"Good? I don't really remember even going to sleep." He laughs. It wasn't unusual for him to basically black out. It happened a lot. It was probably due to his dad's insane training schedule and his insomnia.

"Cool. And how was Vance's concert?"

"It wasn't a concert, ma." Vance scoffs. He sits down next to Bruce, digging into his chocolate chip pancakes.

"Sorry, I meant gig." She corrected herself, rolling her eyes. "How did you find Vance's gig?"

"Good. He can really play." Bruce smiled. It's like he could hear the emotion Vance put into it when he played. Even if Bruce wasn't into rock, he definitely enjoyed it.

"Cool." She smiled. "Oh, do your parents know you're here?"

"Uh no. They're in Japan at the moment." Bruce explained. He knew Kenji wouldn't care where he was, and his parents wouldn't even call to check everything.

"Oh, ok." They all went silent as they ate their breakfast. "Vance. Could you get my pills for me?"

"Where are they?" He groaned as he got up from his chair.

"In my bedroom. Top draw." She instructed. Vance went down the hall, and his mum waited until he was in the room to speak to Bruce. "Bruce. You know he doesn't mean it when he yells at you." Bruce's face turned into surprise at her suddenly bringing it up. "He's got anger issues. Like his dad." He nodded his head in understanding. "And by the way. He likes you a lot. He's always talking about you. Probably more than he would like to admit." She laughed, and Bruce could feel his face burn up. Vance talked about him? Before they could speak about it anymore, Vance walked back in, throwing the pills on the table.

"Here."

"Thank you, Vance. Could you drive Bruce home now? I'm sure his brother is waiting for him." Vance nodded, grabbing his mums keys from the table. Bruce stood up, and they both left. As predicted, Vance speed off. Bruce held onto his seat for dear life. Vance was staring straight ahead, not even a glance at Bruce. Was he still mad?

"Vance. I'm sorry for reading your journal." Bruce began, hoping it won't annoy him even more. "Curiousity killed the cat, I guess. But it was wrong. Sorry."

"Well, I'm sorry for yelling at you. I hope I didn't scare you." Vance pulled up at Bruce's house. "I'll see you around. Maybe at the party." Bruce smiled

"Yeah."

A/n: I kind of hate this chapter but I promise next chapter is where it gets interesting 😈