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(Idk how to put the thing in I'm on a cumpooper :P)
bruce's duce's pov

After finishing dinner I return to my bedroom and grab my phone, opening my contacts and quickly typing a few messages to vance; "heyy so i finished dinner i can talk now :P", "ru still there lmao", "...".

i groaned and waited for a response, about 10 minutes later he texted back; "sorry I was driving." what a boring response, i text back; "anndd?? where did you go that it took you so long to respond 😒" after a bit he doesn't respond and i get anxious, did i say something wrong? is he angry about my answer? just as my anxiety peeks an animation of three dots displays on my screen, followed by a lonnggg answer; "sorry it took awhile again, i was going to this store my sister told me about, it took me a while to respond because i had been playing pinball and didn't know you had texted me", i skim through the message, not bothering to read the whole thing. "ohh you were at the grab n go, that place is sketchy as hell why would your sister tell you to go there???", "bro your not my therapist chill with the questions 🙄" i chuckle a little and type back; "lol. why though.", "cause your mom 🤭". i groan and chuck my phone across my bed laying down and closing my eyes, AND THEN ALL OF A FUCKKING SUDDEN THIS ANNOYING ASS SOUND GOES OFF ( sorry but i mean he said it not me 🤭) i groan and grab my phone another message from vance how surprising, i roll my eyes. "look out ur window 🤭" my eyes widen and i quickly text back before scrambling to my window; "WHAt5?? ISRG" . and there it is an old ass truck parked in my lawn, and seated on top is the annoying blonde himself. 


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