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You had always had a pretty normal life. You had a decent family life, a few friends, good grades. That all changed when you met him. Then liked him. Then dated him. Then he would show up out of the blue and surprise you, take you out, get into a fight, and then you would treat his wounds. But sometimes he really kept you surprised. Showing up at the middle of the night, asking to hangout, making you feel like the only person in the world. Tonight was no exception.
Youve been sitting at this desk for the last 3 hours, working on that damned extra credit assignment for math. Its not what you had planned for a Friday night. Your mother had insisted on you doing it, because apparently a B+ wasn't good enough.If only you had gone to bed that night and gotten enough sleep than maybe you would have aced the test and-
“THUD!” You had been startled by the sound behind you. You turned down your radio, and looked around. Nothing, absolutely nothing. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing was knocked over. ‘That damned movie has got me hearing things now’ you thought to yourself referring to the movie he had taken you too see. The one with the stupid chainsaw and that stupid leather guy who handled it. You turned back to your paper, prepared to read the next equation until…
“THUD!” there it was again. You ignored it this time and tried to focus. “THUD!”... “Oh for fucks sake…” You got up from your chair and looked around the room. It was odd, you couldnt find where the sound was coming from. “Thud”, you heard it again. This one was quieter, but you still heard where it was coming from. The window. Slowly turning your head and foot simultaniously, you walked over to the window cautiously. You couldnt see much because the blinds were closed and covering the window. ‘Its probably just the wind, but it wouldnt hurt checking’. You stopped walking mid thought as you heard the sound of the window opening. Reacting quickly, you grabbed an empty soda bottle from off your bedside table. One step, two, three…
“Hey sweethea-” The voice was cut off as you swung, but the bottle never hit anything. The perpetrator had caught your wrist and slapped his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming. It took you a second to realize that it was just him. Your moody, curly haired, blondie boy. He fully stepped in the window as he loosened his grip on your wrist.
“What the hell, what was that for? Are you that tired of me already?” He said in a half serious half joking way. He removed his hand off your mouth and wrist. He leaned against the now open window crossing his arms and legs in a laid back manner.
“Vance Hopper! You scared the shit out of me!” you whisper yelled.
“I scared you? You’re the one with the bottle in your hand.” He looked at you with a small smile on his lips, you would have smiled back if you werent still mad at him.
“ You cant just come up to my window and knock on it in the middle of the night, let alone walk right in!” You said as you put the bottle down and sat back down at your desk. He followed right behind you as if he was a dog following its owner.
“What do you mean? I do it all the time. Plus if i tried to call, your dad would probably pick up first and tell me to fuck off.” Vance said as he placed a hand on your chair and another on the table, examining the scrambled papers, magazines, and pens on the table.
“No he wouldnt… Ok maybe he would but still.” You said as you tilted your head up to look at him. His hair, his defined chin, his full lips… You caught his attention. He looked back, Moving his head, and then his eyes. You quickly cut off eye contact and looked back at your paper before he could notice your red face. He did notice, and as he did he felt himself get a little pink as well.
“Math? Didn't you already do this shit?” Vance said almost in an irritated voice.
“ Yes i did, but as you should know i have to do it everyday. But you are correct this is just extra credit. My mom is making me do it because she found the B+. The B+ because someone kept me up the night before the big test.” Y/N said as they looked at Vance with a serious look.
“Hey, you can always do the test again, but you can never have that night back again.” Vance said.
“Yeah, that night was interesting, I loved the part when you beat up the poor kid because he was ‘looking for too long’.” Your comment made him even more irritated. He flopped on the bed and turned to look at. Even though he didnt like being put in his place you were right. He was really upset that night, and he knows what that look was because he gives you that same look all the time. Like when you’re cleaning his knuckles in the bathroom, or when you are telling him about your day. Or when you are showing him something and your walking in front of him. He really tries to keep his eyes on what you are taking him too and be respectful, but every once in awhile he just…
“Ugh, Ok.”
“Huh, what?” He said finally being knocked out of his thoughts.
“ I said ok. We can go but we have to be back before 2.” You finally gave in feeling bad because he was your boyfriend after all. Plus you really did want to hang out with him. You got up from you seat and sat on the edge of the bed leaning over him. He reached up and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.
“I knew you would give in” Vance said with a smirk
“Whatever, I guess I should change then.” You geasured to your night outfit. Tight black shorts and an oversized t-shirt, one of Vances coincidentally.
“Well hurry up sweetheart, i dont got all night.” He said as he sat up. You nodded your head, then rushed to your dresser and pulled out a change of clothes that you could walk around in. You headed to the bathroom and locked the door, making sure to be quiet as to be sure not to wake your sleeping siblings. Heat rushed to your face when you realized you were wearing that infont of him.
“Stupid, stupid ,stupid” You muttered to yourself. You finally got done dressing but didnt leave before putting on some perfume, knowing damn well all you did was sit around all day.
“Ok. Im ready.” you said as you entered the room. He lifted his gaze from the floor to you. Mouth slightly open as he took in what you looked like. It was nothing special, just a pair of jean shorts and a stripped t-shirt. But no matter what you looked like he was still in awe. He still even till this day questions how he landed you. You sometimes wondered the same thing. You both walked over to the window. You grabbed your wallet in one hand and took Vances in another. He always had nice hands, very callused, and large, but perfect just for you. He stepped out first, holding your hand the whole time.
He gave you an encouraging look. He nodded a little. You took a step out the window, as you turned out the light.