𝑨 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 || Vance Hopper x Reader

One blue slush, and one dickhead

                                            𝕀 𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝕂 𝕀 𝕊𝔸𝕎 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕀ℕ 𝕄𝕐 𝕊𝕃𝔼𝔼ℙ, 𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕃𝕀ℕ𝔾!

I hated moving. It was the only downside of my dad's job, unless you counted him never being there. Ever since my mother passed away my dad couldn't even look at me without bursting into tears, so instead he buried himself in his work as an excuse to not look at me. You can't look at somebody if you are never there to see them. Right? I guess that's my dad's logic. I think the reason he can't look at me is because of how much I look like my mom. He can't look at me without seeing the woman who he once loved, but it hurts not having your dad do his job. Have him never be there. 

 I listened closely to the music emitting out of the radio as a gazed out the window watching the building pass by as we drove through the small town. When my eyes landed on my glorious place of residence, "the grab and go". Now obviously calling a shitty convenience store your place of residence is dumb, but not when you have traveled since you were 6 and that seemed to be the only consistent thing in every old shitty town you live in. The grab and go was my home, my one place I felt safe other than my bedroom. They always had a beautiful slushy machine in the back, they always had the same shitty snacks, and the high enough to see Jesus workers.  A small smile spread across my face as I took a mental note to come visit the convenience store later. 

We pulled into the driveway to my new "home" for the next 6 months. I grabbed my blanket and stained pillow as I got down from my dad's truck. I shivered as the cold wind assaulted the exposed skin of my body before wrapping my black blanket around my shoulders. Of course, my dad needed to move us to a town that could compete with Antarctica from how cold it was. My eyes gazed around the neighborhood as I sniffed softly, my eyes set on the house right next to us as I took the chipping paint and the rusted gate in with my eyes. I shrugged my shoulders before following my father into the house. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom, the movers already moved all the boxes and furniture into the room all I had to do was decorate it to my liking. 

I walked over to the window and looked over to see my window went exactly into somebody else's window. My nose scrunched up in disgust thinking that they might be peeping, or I might seem like I'm peeping, gross. I took in the room across from me. It was a plain room, with a pretty plain bed. The room however was decorated with little spaceships and other things that alluded to astronomy; it was cute really. I mean, not many people are into things like astronomy, or science in general. It was nice to see someone striving to be smarter than most people in towns like these tend to be. 

I turned on my heel deciding that I will start putting my belongings away. I started by setting up my record player and placing all of my vinyl records in the bookshelf below it. I picked up my Pink Floyd vinyl before starting to play it. I started decorating my room placing up my different movie posters, Band posters, and other different decorations in my room. Once I was done, I smiled to myself and nodded my head in approval. I turned the music off and decided I would go down to the grab and go to reward myself with a blue slushie. 

I threw on my black hoodie before walking downstairs and exiting the house. Sure, it hurt not having my dad ask where I was going, but if he wasn't drowning himself at the bottom of a bottle, he was off at work or sleeping. As I passed by a couple, I slipped my hand quickly in their pocket grabbing a wallet and taking out just enough money for my slushie before dropping it where they were walking. I walked into the shop the familiar ding sounding above me. I took a deep breath savoring the smell of grease, cleaning products, and BO. This was a true grab and go, but what caught me by surprise was the fact they had a pinball machine, and a tall blonde boy was situated at it beating it like it killed his dog. 

My brows furrowed in slight confusion before walking to the back and getting a blue slushie. I took a long gulp savoring the brain freeze that happened after the quick sip of the frozen drink. A smile spread over my face as I walked over to the counter to pay for my drink. As I turned around, I ran into a solid chest causing me to drop my drink all over the floor. I frowned harshly as my very hard-earned cash just went to waste. 

"Watch where you're going!" 

The same blonde boy with curly hair exclaimed as a ran into him. He wiped off his white shirt away from the blue substance grumbling curses under his breath before he looked up at me and glared harshly at me. I continued staring at the floor mourning the loss of my blue slushie before my eyes trailed up to the boy. Woah, he was really pretty. I blinked in surprise as I took in just HOW pretty he was. 

"Well, are you going to apologize? or are you mute or something." 

He spat harshly as he snapped his fingers in front of my face to grab my attention. I sniffed harshly before pointing at my fallen slush and with a deadpanned expression stared at the curly haired boy who looked like he wanted to bury me alongside my mother. I was not going to take the killing of my slushie, and him treating me like I was lacking brain cells. 

"You owe me a slushie, goldilocks." 

That nickname seemed to enrage him further than the cold blue drink staining his shirt. He pushed me back harshly and I tumbled back slightly before catching my balance as he pointed a finger to my chest. He got up in my face to the point I could smell his breath, it reeked of grape bubble gum, which wasn't necessarily bad. However, I would not let myself get fumigated by somebodies' breath, so I took a step back to get out of the splash zone. 

"Listen here bitch, I don't know who the fuck you are, but I know for a fact I don't owe you shit." 

I nodded my head haphazardly as I paid no mind to what he was saying as I looked over his shoulder to continue staring at my slushie. He then grabbed me by the collar and continued to yell at me about how I was a nobody, and how I had some guts talking to him the way I did. That he would cut me some slack this time, because I looked like I was new here. I was still caught up on my slushie. 

"Wow, gee thanks. I feel so special, am I the bear you end up falling in love with or something goldilocks?" 

He growled in frustration letting me go harshly causing me to stumble onto my ass as he stormed out of the convenience store. I watched as he left without even paying for my dead slushie, he still owes me a slushie. Rip slushie, from who knows when to right now. Say hi to my mom for me. I stood up and dusted myself off as I decided that fate didn't want me to enjoy in my frozen beverage. I was walking home when I spotted a black van out of the corner of my eye. I shrugged it off thinking nothing of it. If only I knew sooner how much trouble that van would cause me later. 

Once I got home my eyes settled on my dad fast asleep on the couch with some hockey game playing loudly on the TV. I walked over draping a blanket over his body and turned off the TV. I picked up the empty beer bottles before walking over and placing a kiss on his forehead. His eyes fluttered open slightly as he looked at me. 

"M/N..?" 

He mumbled out as he reached for me. I shook my head and placed his hand back down to his body as I watch his eyes flutter shut once again. I sighed deeply as I walked to the kitchen and tossed out the empty bottles. 

"Goodnight dad" 

I muttered as I shut off the lights in the living room and walked up the stairs to enter my room once again. I sighed changing into some pjs before flopping down in my bed. The only thing replaying in my head before I fell asleep was the interaction I had at the grab and go. Who was that guy? Why was he such an asshole? He still owes me a slushie. Slushie. Slushie. mmm, I still want my fucking slushie. Was this town full of assholes? Probably. I want my slushie. I will make him get my slushie. 

Just like that, with my deceased slushie on my mind I drifted off into a sleep filled to the brim of me swimming in my glorious blue raspberry slushie. I was surrounded by that boy with crystal blue eyes and bright blonde hair feeding me my blue slushie. It was a slushie paradise, and I hoped I never wake up. I even had a slushie mansion guys. A slushie mansion. Fuck, I really want a slushie. 

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The end.  (word count 1645 words)