I don't give a damn about my reputation

Im so sorry, Vance..

TW: mentions of suicide

Bruce POV

It's been several hours since me and Vance came into the grab and go. We've played the pinball machine, space invaders. We've each had a slushy, and some Doritos. We had a debate about which flavour was best

It's obviously chilly heat wave

we begin to walk outside, following the path home. We chat about school, and our interests

I've learnt 5 new things about Vance today

He loves reading
He loves getting tattoos done
He spends hours to get his hair correct
He's allergic to peanuts
He has 6 tattoos

"Awww, is the big bad Pinball Hopper allergic to peanuts?" I mock, sticking my tongue out at him

He death glares me, pulling me towards him. He picks me up, placing me on his shoulders.

"Vance! Let me down" I screech, his hands gripping my thighs

"Nope," he replies "you can stay up there until we get to your house"

"What kind of workout do you do? How are you so strong" I ask, ruffling his hair

"I lift weights Brucey. About 30 to 35 pounds,"

I stare at him

"I'm sorry. 30 to 35 pounds?" I repeat, making sure my ears were working

"Yes Brucey. 30 to 35 pounds. I don't do any sports, so weights is how I'm ripped. It fucking sucks, but it's necessary."

I wrap my arms around his neck as he walks

"I play sports, but I don't life weights?"

"And you still have abs" he snorts, kissing my thigh

"And good legs," he winks at me, my face heating up

We eventually get outside my house as I check my watch. It's 5:43 pm. My mum gets home in half an hour and my dad is currently away in a business trip.

"My mum doesn't get home for another half an hour," I begin, resting my chin on Vance's head of hair
"Do you wanna come in for a bit? We could have some pop tarts?"

I watch his eyes light up, pulling off his shoulders
"What flavour of pop tarts?" He raises an eyebrow at me

"Frosted chocolate chip and chocolate fudge"

He runs at me, scooping me up. He throws me over his shoulder, carrying me to my door.

"Vance! Put me down you idiot!" I giggle as he grabs my keys from my pocket. He unlocks the door, walking inside. He shuts the door, making his way to my kitchen cabinets, searching through the boxes and jars.

"You can put me down now?" I ask, pulling at his leather cuffs. He freezes on his spot, yanking his hands away. He places my back on the floor, a firm grip on my waist.

"Don't touch my fucking cuffs, Bruce" his voice raised. He lets go, excusing himself to the bathroom.

What was that about?

Vance POV

I excuse myself to the bathroom, my breathing starting to quicken. I feel my lungs start to tighten in my chest as I shut the door, locking it behind me. I place my back against the door, my knees beginning to weaken. I slide down to the floor, the air refusing to enter my lungs.

Fuck sake Vance, breathe!

I grip at my hair, feeing as though I was about to tear it out of my scalp. My lungs tighten even more, knotting in my chest. I feel my body start to shiver. I pull me knees towards my chest, the skin on my arms bumpy.