Field - ★ - Brance

- Part Twelve -

(Hehe, sure hope nothing bad happens next chapter!) 

They had been sitting next to each other for a while. Sitting against the side of Bruce's bed together had been the nicest time Vance had all month. They had been talking a bit, about school mostly. 
"Robin pisses me off." Vance grumbled. 
He still slurred his speech a bit, he hadn't fully sobered up yet. Bruce glanced at him.
"Why?" He asked slowly. "Just, every time I even come near Finney he acts like some saviour." 

Bruce chuckled a bit. "You're friends with them, right?" He asked him. Bruce hesitated a bit before answering. "I guess, we're just, acquaintances." Vance nodded slowly. 
"I'm tired." He slurred out to Bruce. "Oh, uhm.." Bruce glanced around the room.

It had become fairly late without either of them even noticing. "We can go sleep?" Bruce said. Vance raised an eyebrow. "Where?" Bruce pointed his eyes to his bed. "Alright, if you say so." Vance mumbled before he got up, he stumbled slightly. He grabbed Bruce's nightstand to try to regain his balance. Bruce stood up quickly too. "Wait, I'll grab you something to sleep in."

Bruce started rummaging through his closet, pulling out a hoodie and sweatpants. "Here." He tossed them over to Vance who clumsily caught them. "It's my hoodie." Vance noticed. Bruce quickly left the room to let him change. Vance got changed and decided not to mention the hoodie. He tossed his clothes in a small pile on the floor. He laid down on the side of Bruce's bed that was against the wall.

He walked back into his room, seeing Vance already laying down. He had changed into some other clothes after dinner so he decided to just sleep in those clothes, considering the fact he wouldn't have school the next day anyway. He slowly climbed into bed, it slightly creaking, and sat down with his back slumped against the board of his bed.

"Vance, can I ask you for something and you promise you won't judge me?" Bruce slowly started. Vance sat up slowly and tried to read his face to see if it was serious or not, but failed to do so because he was too drunk to read his emotions. "What is it? I'm tired." Vance groaned. 
Bruce hesitated for a second before taking a deep breath in and out. "Could I have a cigarette?" He asked carefully.

Vance's eyes widened. "You smoke?" He smirked. "Only sometimes. My dad stresses me out." Bruce shrugged. Vance pointed at his clothes on the ground and Bruce leaned over and grabbed Vance's pack of cigarettes out of his jackets pocket. He swiftly put one in his mouth and took his lighter from his nightstand and lit it up. Vance laid back down and watched as Bruce smoked. He wanted to make fun of it, but he couldn't stop noticing how good he looked smoking. 

Bruce stood up and tossed the now finished cigarette out of his window. He started walking back and noticed Vance glancing at his face. His eyes where rested, just so slightly making eye contact with Bruce's. Bruce didn't say anything but just laid down next to him in bed. He reached over to his nightstand and turned the light off. Vance had occupied his only pillow so he put his head down on his bed cover.

The bed wasn't big and Vance took up quite a bit of space. Bruce tried to shift into a more comfortable position awkwardly, but by doing so he had only shifted closer to Vance on accident. Bruce froze up realising how close they where and he let out a small sigh. He was uncomfortable, but if he moved even more it would make it worse. 

Vance slowly readjusted how he was laying too. He had noticed Bruce's uncomfortable shifting and besides being drunk and tired wanted to annoy him. He smirked as he purposefully took up more space in the bed, pretty much shifting his side fully against Bruce.
"Seriously?" Bruce yell-whispered at him. Vance let out a tired chuckle in reply. "Fine, have it your way." Bruce groaned out. He turned over towards Vance and laid over him, having one of his arms over his torso. He melted against Vance slowly and nestled his head on the same pillow, right next to Vance's head. 

Bruce was surprisingly comfortable. More than he would be willing to admit. But Vance on the other hand had woken up a bit because of this. He felt his heart beating faster as he held his breath. He felt Bruce's body relaxing. He stared up at the ceiling before coming to accept it, letting out a small sigh, and slowly drifting into sleep himself too.

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Bruce slowly opened his eyes, glancing around his room in a slight confusion. He suddenly remembered what happened last night and quickly sat up, just to see his bed was empty. He frowned. Had he dreamed all of it?

He looked around his room. No clothes on the ground, no pizza stain on the window, not even the pizza box was still here. Bruce sighed and slumped his head into his hands. He slowly lifted himself out of bed. He went downstairs, his entire mind felt cloudy. The house was empty, Amy was at school, Mr Yamada was on a work trip and Mrs Yamada was at work. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and groggily ate it at the counter.

He slumped back upstairs, still in a very tired mood. He picked up his blanket, shaking it a few times before laying it over his bed. He grabbed his pillow to fix it up, and by doing so realised a thing laying underneath it. A pack of cigarettes, with a small smiley face doodled on it. He grabbed it and slowly opened it, seeing around half of it had already been smoked.

Everything from last night came flooding back into Bruce's mind, especially how they had fallen asleep. Bruce just smiled dumbly to himself before walking to his window and sparking one of the cigarettes up. He lifted it to his lips and slowly smoked it up. He couldn't help but think of Vance. If you had told Bruce about last night even a week ago he would've called you a lunatic.

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