eidetic memory; the ability to recall images, sounds, or events with great accuracy for a short time after seeing or hearing them only once
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Bruce was riding his bike after school, thinking about him and Vance's conversation, smiling slightly, 'Free Ride' playing through his left airpod.
The mountain is high, the valley is low
And you're confused 'bout which to go.
Bruce was bobbing his head to the song slightly, turning around when he heard a rocket shoot. 'Finney Blake' He thought, chuckling to himself, rolling his eyes slightly.
So I flew in to give you a hand
And lead you into, the promised land.
Two girls he didn't recognize walked by, "Hi Bruce!" They said, He nodded back, smiling at them, they giggled and walked away. He was confused but still kept peddling away while smiling.
Come on and take a free ride
Free ride
He heard tires around the corner, his smile slowly fading as a black van came closer, coming to a stop near him.
"You shouldn't ride your bike around like this, Bruce." The man driving the van said, smirking at Bruce. His face turned white, what? How could he know his name? "Bruce!" A voice called out from behind him, he turned around, seeing Vance waving at him from next to a cop car. He waved back confused, did he get in trouble again? "Hi Vance!" He said smiling, turning his head a bit to see the van driving away, he looked at the license plate, memorizing it, just in case. He peddled over to Vance, "Thank GOD, I thought I was gonna get kidnapped!" Bruce said shining his pearly white teeth at him and giggling.
"That's silly-do you need a ride home? My dad picked me up from school today." Vance said, giggling back at Bruce, pointing at his dad who waved slightly. "Sure! Uh... where could I put my bike?" He said scratching the nape of his neck, making Vance giggle. "My dad can help you don't worry!" He said as Bruce watched Mr. Hopper get out of the car, grabbing his bike and placing it on the rack thing he had, which Bruce didn't know the name of. They all got in the car, as Bruce and Vance kept going on and on about something Vance's dad didn't know anything about.
"That man, did any one of you catch his license plate number?" Mr. Hopper said looking from Vance to Bruce. "I did!" Bruce said as he watched Vance shake his head no. "Could you write that down for me?" He said, handing him a notepad and a pen. If there was something good about Bruce it was his memory, he had an eidetic memory. At some point it cursed him, but his mother told him that maybe he could make the world better with it. Bruce wanted to be a detective for North Denver, and now he realized Vance's dad was a police officer. "You know, Vance wants to be a cop." Vance's dad said, "Then maybe he can use them fighting skills for good!" Vance rolled his eyes, and laughed, "I want to be a detective!" Bruce said, looking at the other two who had smiled wider. "It's silly, I know." Bruce said nervously, "Kind of expected from North Denver's golden boy right? One look at me and everyone's all like 'Oh- he's the complete opposite of Vance Hopper!' but I guess this shows how similar we really are you know? I just feel like- oh i'm talking a lot right?" Bruce said covering his mouth when he realized he had spoke too much. Vance chuckled slightly, and looked outside the window, noticing they were nearing Bruce's house.
"Uh- We're almost at your house!" He said, grabbing something that seemed to be a notepad (Bruce wasn't sure because it was most definitely really old, considering the weathered pages and stains...)and scribbling his number down, ripping out the page, and passing it back to Bruce. "Your number?" Bruce said, giggling, and blushing slightly. "Yeah- text me later." The blonde said, looking like a beet. Mr. Hopper stopped the car and got out, along with Bruce, helping him take his bike down and smiling before walking back into the car and drove away. Vance and Bruce waved goodbye before Bruce pulled out his phone and typed in Vance's number. Bruce went inside, saying hi to his parents taking his shoes and jacket off before going in his room.
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HAIHAIHAI I been slow and flopping, sigh
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A Dream With a Baseball Player
Fanfiction"I saw you last night, in my dream, you know, that's still the closest you and I have been." "That's kind of sad, don't you think?" "I think so." Where "Pinball" Vance Hopper goes to a baseball game with his younger brother and falls for the golden...
