Me and Bruce were kissing on my bed. The doors were locked and we were having the best time.
I have never felt this way for anyone or anything. I didn't even think anyone could love me until I met Bruce
Here is how it all started.
~A couple of years back. When they were kids~
Me and Bruce had always been friends since we were born, our parents knew each other. The first time I was really introduced to Bruce I was so shy and nervous, meanwhile he was so happy and excited to meet me. I hid behind my mom until she told me in a soft voice
"It's okay my love"
I trusted her and went in front of him
His black hair and his beautiful smile made me know that I was kinda safe
I smiled at him
"I'm Bruce!" He said hugging me tightly
Little me was slightly scared of him, everyone I knew was scared of me so it was different. Then when me and Bruce were about 6 we kind of got distant but that changed when i was 11
I was already known as a hot head and I was already kicking ass
While Bruce was in student council and in the book club and also baseball club.
Bruce had all the girls around him and it was annoying but I didn't know what I was mad about
Either me being mad that Bruce had every single girl around him
Or...
I was mad that the girls were always around Bruce.
I snapped out of it knowing it was "wrong" even tho now, it isn't.
My friends were assholes and I knew that completely. And I knew that everyone was scared of me but like, they didn't even really KNOW me.
I had problems at home, making friends, talking to girls, and I was just fucking mad all the time, except when it came to my mother
My mother was a sweet blond, very beautiful and wise. She was so sweet like candy, I loved her so much. My mom was Russian (it's a head cannon I have for Vance) and my dad was ur regular alcoholic.
I always tried to defend my mom when it came to my dad. My dad was- well used to be a good person but turns out when he had me... I ruined his life.
He would always beat me
Burn me with a cigarette
Hit me
Yell at me
And I couldn't take it when I was younger
But I always and forever will try to defend my mother.
My mother loved me and Bruce, she loved when we hanged out and she would always Ask me why I didn't talk to him anymore. Things were complicated.
Then Bruce came up to me when I was at my locker.
"Oh-" I had said out of confusion
"Hi Vance! I was wondering if you would like to come to my baseball game" he had said
He gave me a paper and our hands had touched. I felt so nervous
"I Hope you will be able to come :)" he said and walked away
I Ended up going to his Late Night Baseball Game and i wanted to pick out a Outfit Special for Bruce. Well the Occasion.
We went to the game and Bruce was so..
His black hair matching the Midnight sky.
His dark brown eyes fierce but Had a tint of kindness
He was so focused on the game and I couldn't help but stare. My mother looked at me and how I was so concentrated on staring at Bruce. I think she had already knew what was up with me.
Anyways
Bruce had won the game and I went onto the field. Everyone had left and I just wanted to say congrats to Bruce. I gave him a huge hug and we js stared at each other.
"Bruce! Are ya coming!" His teammate shouted
"Oh, yeah coming right now!" Bruce had shouted and began to run. But he stopped. He turned around and hugged me one last time.
I went home that night thinking
Do I have feelings for this boy?
(PART TWO WILL BE MORE OF BRANCE)
