favours | Bruce Yamada x Vance Hopper | DISCONTINUED

| T H R E E |

VANCES POV:
Why would Bruce even hang out with me, im just a dead put idiot who can't make friends because I have stupid anger issues. My mind raced across thoughts as i walked into my house, more like shithole. It is worse then school, my parents dont care about me either. Its almost like im just there, I closed the door gently and went to my room. We had a one story house, and my room was at the end part of the house. My neighbours house was in plain view through my window, it was a nice house. I had memorised it from somewhere, It was blue. I shook away the feeling that i had known it from somewhere and pulled a towel under my door, to block the loud noise of my blasting music. I turned up my radio fully as the song 'Fox on the run' by sweet played, the song completely took all of the feelings from my life as i was stuck staring at the blue house, when it finally came to mind. Its Bruce's house, I could feel a smile tug on the upper corners of my lips. Why, it wasn't like he liked me in the way I like him. He likes me as a friend, nothing more. My mind raced as I kept my eyes fixated on the house. The room I was looking at had baseball stickers everywhere, on the dresser, bed, window ledge. Anywhere you could imagine there was one or two on it, I stared into it more interested when someone walked into it, Of course it was bruce. I knew he caught my eyes because he gave a wave through the window with his slick smile. God, he was beautiful. No, im not a faggot! I smiled back and pulled my hand up to wave, i pulled my eyes away and turned off my music. His stupid angelic smile and laugh replayed over and over in my head, i pulled my hands into my face which had turn a pink tinge, I stared back at the door and heard yelling from my parents. Great, maybe Bruce will let me in his house, just for the night. I pulled away and opened the window to let cool air breeze in, I hopped down and ran to Bruce's window. Hopping over a fence, I pulled my arms on the outside ledge of the window, I tapped his window to see a shirtless Bruce. He turned his head and pulled a shirt over his head in a panic while he opened the window,
"What the fuck Vance!"
"So, so, sorry." Vance said in his sarcastic tone as bruce rolled his eyes
"So, why are you here?" (Bruce)
"Well, I just wanted to stay over night. Its just about my parents,"(Vance)
"Whats about your parents."(Bruce)
"Nothing,"(Vance)
"there has to be a reason,"(Bruce)
"ITS NOTHING" (Vance)
"oh."(Bruce)
"im sorry, I-I, just let me stay the night. please."(Vance)
"Okay, okay." Bruce held my hand tightly and gave me a hug, A HUG! No, no. I cant like him, im not a fucking faggot! But I love him. Bruce Yamada is the person I love!
BRUCES POV:
I held Vance and pulled him towards me, he doesn't yell at me at all. But I know that he has built up anger. Towards his family at least, he held my waist tightly and kept the hug going. I tried to move backwards to give him space but he held his grip tighter. I could feel butterfly's in my stomach, But i realised that Vance was crying. Sobbing into my shoulder, I never would've expected for HIM to be crying into me.
"Vance, its okay!"
"Thats until its not Bruce! No one loves me, im hopeless. Not even my family does, probably cause i feel like a faggot, AND I AM ONE TOO." He held his hand to his mouth and back away a tad bit,
"Im sorry, Dont tell an-" I cut him off by giving him a kiss on his cherry lips, I cupped my hands on his red blotchy cheeks as he held my shoulders. I pulled away as he gave me a shocked look,
"Im sorry, are you uncomfortable. Im sor-" This time he cut me off by kissing me, throughout the kiss I felt comfort and glee fly through my body. The anger which turned into passion made my body feel electric, Like little shocks flew in my body. Saliva glossed our lips as he pulled away which left a string of saliva keep up connected,
"God Bruce, you dont know how long I have waited to do that."
"Vance, i have honestly been waiting longer," I chuckled and laid back in my warm bed as he laid beside me, holding my hand and using his arm to hug me tightly to his chest. I felt comfort through his pain, He felt comfort through our bodys which trembled in the cold. Vance tugged a blanket over us both and let us both overcome our tiredness, I love Vance hopper. I need Vance Hopper.
(i know i have been horrible at updating these, im just busy with school and shit so i might update this 1-3 times a week.)
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