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Bruce’s pov:
It’s been about 3 months since then and we haven’t left each other’s sides yet, I swear he was going to get bored of me but surprisingly he hasn’t. We got close, so close in fact he tried to teach me pinball! Of course, I couldn’t beat him but I became a huge fan, it took my mind off things, it did end with me swearing in public though, Vance trashing half the store, and the manager calling the cops, all because Vance failed to beat his high score.
That was a good day, I hadn’t felt that safe in a while, we basically laid low and hid from the police for most of it and yes that was my first run-in with the cops ever but man it was exhilarating, especially with a punk hotheaded teenager with you at all times, he’d flip off every cop car in sight and take half the shit happening as a joke which made my smiles turn into full-on laughing fits.
We watched the sunset on that day. In his secret spot he told me about, I didn’t even care if my parents got mad at my lateness.
I nearly fell asleep too, head on his lap, eyes closed, the feeling of Vance’s fingers threading through my hair. His movements were timid but willing and it showed through his small awkward conversation starters when there was silence for too long. I hardly ever got sleep since the incident but Vance seemed to make it easy.
Another moment was when some "friends" started talking shit about Vance to me, questioning why I’m even friends with him getting on my back about it and soon pushing me into a corner of the locker room the talk turning into torment.
The familiar yell from Vance makes them quiver.
Well you know what happens next, the four boys try to defend themselves while pinball Vance tries his very hardest to beat them to a pulp.
It’s sweet in a way but not when they land a shot right on his eye or when one of them pulls out a makeshift knife, successfully cutting him on the arms a few times.
But he did win, thankfully.
That is also the only reason I bring a first aid kit with me everywhere, just in case you know?
And that day of patching him up on my bed went like any other with me barding him for the physical violence and not taking care of himself properly and him dismissing me, saying he’s fine and they deserved it. But at the end, as I finished off I glanced up at him but he was already looking at me with the saddest but softest eyes I’ve ever seen not even looking away from getting caught.
“Hi?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say at that moment cuz he looked so calm.
“Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
That moment was so shocking and flustering to me because of the little amount Vance would open up but also for the way he smiled when he said it to me. God, he was so pretty for such a violent kid.
I didn’t respond at first and just watching him, mouth hanging open a bit, face feeling like a tomato with my hand still on his arm the other sitting loosely on my knee with a cotton bud still in hand reminding me I should be patching him up.
With hesitation, i lifted my hand to his cheek, just holding his face.
And only then did I realise how much I wanted to kiss Him.
He was so close too, if I just leaned in.
and almost like he could read my mind He leans in barely touching my lips but I could feel it nonetheless. I couldn’t help the huge grin crack through my face I couldn’t fucking believe it
“If you really like me you’ll kiss me properly” I whisper like if I say it to loud he’ll run away.
he smiles at the insult, shoulders dropping in relief.
”shut up” he replies with no malice behind it, diving right back in to finally kiss me properly.