" 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨? "
Luna Angelica Hopper is the sister of the famous Vance Hopper.
The two feed off fear. They know they're feared and they love it.
They have mental issues due to lack...
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Luna woke up in her bed. She Sat up slightly, blinking and sniffing. She checked the clock. It was 6AM.
Two more days till the weekend.
She walked to her closet. She chose a white floral shirt and regular jeans.
She chose a random cardigan and walked over to the bathroom. She brushed through her hair and brushed her teeth. She splashed a handful of water onto her face.
She walked out and grabbed her bag. She looked back to Vance's room. They normally walk together but after last night, she's gonna give him time.
She walked out the door. She slowly walked to school, staring at her sneakers as she follows the concrete path.
She saw a pair of shoes slide next to her, she glanced and saw Bruce.
"Hi!" He joyfully smiled. "Hi." Luna said
"How was the movie? Yesterday.." Bruce asked, looking along the path.
"It was okay." Luna glanced back to her sneakers.
"Do you wanna watch another one later? Not tonight, but maybe you can come over tomorrow and have dinner— and we can watch a movie." Bruce asked Luna.
"Uh. Sure." Luna said Bruce smiled. Wide. "Okay!"
The walk was in silence. Bruce grabbed Lunas hand.
Luna glanced at Bruce, clasping his fingers through hers as he continued walking like it's nothing.
She didn't really do anything, but she got butterflies in her stomach as she gripped onto his hand, a small smile forming on his face as he felt her fingers grip.
They made it. Luna tossed her bag over her shoulder. "Uh, which classes?" Bruce asked.
"English, Science, Math, History, PE, Art." Luna said, peeking at her schedule.
"We share a lot of classes!" Bruce smiled. "I'll see you in Science!" Bruce pat Lunas shoulder and walked to his class. Luna walked to hers.
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TIMESKIP- AFTER SCHOOL
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Luna walked to the gate to see Vance never came. The only reason he would come was cause Luna was by his side
Now that they aren't as close, he has no reason to turn up.
Bruce creeped up behind Luna. "Hi." Bruce peeked, Luna flinched.
Bruce chuckled, walking next to Luna. "Hey, why isn't Vance here?" Bruce asked.
"Uhm." Luna muttered "He's just sick." She smiled, Bruce shrugged.
"It was pretty cold yesterday." Bruce shrugged, tossing his bag over his shoulder.
"Hey, I'm going to practice. Wanna come?" Bruce asked.
Luna shrugged. "Why not?"
Bruce smiled, grabbing Lunas wrist and dashing to the baseball field.
He ran and Luna tried catching up, tumbling every few seconds and laughing.
Vance saw the two clumsily tossing from outside the window. He didn't care. He just walked back to his room.
Bruce dragged her into the field where they caught their breath and Luna sat down on the bleachers.
"Hey! You brought Luna?" A friend of Bruce asked, seeing Luna settle down.
"She wanted to watch us practice." Bruce smiled.
"Yo, he talks about you ALL the ti-" a friend of Bruce's said before getting his mouth covered and dragged to the middle of the field.
Luna chuckled lightly, crossing her legs and watching.
Bruce batted, swiftly teasing the bat around and stealing glances of Luna anytime he could.
As he stared at Luna, a team member bumped his shoulder— making him flinch.
"Focus, Yamada!" They teased, making Bruce smile and roll his eyes.
Luna tapped her knees, watching the sun set as the Team gets tired.
By the time practice was over, Luna was hugging her knee— leaning her head over it and sleeping soundly.
Bruce hung a towel over his shoulder and glanced over to her, smiling and walking to her.
He lifted her over his shoulders and got her in a piggy-back.
Her house was locked so he settled on walking to his house and taking her home tomorrow.
He walked in, taking his shoes off. "I'm home!" He exclaimed, walking up the stairs.
Lunas arms were lightly wrapped around Bruce's shoulders.
He laid her on the couch, laying her shoes downstairs. Amy walked to the living room and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Is that Luna?" She asked. "Yeah." Bruce smiled, Amy squinted.
"Why did you bring her here?" She asked. "Her house was locked." Bruce said.
"You're creepy." Amy shrugged, walking back to her room.
Bruce stood up slowly, walking to the kitchen.
He opened the cabinet and grabbed a glass— filling it with water and placing it on the table next to the couch that Luna is lying on.
Bruce admired Luna for a bit before walking up to his room.
