I don't give a damn about my reputation

Finney, help me

Bruce POV

I have no idea how to get out of this

I want him to wake up. But I also don't. He would definitely punch me if he were to open his eyes. But maybe he won't? But what if he does? What if he tells his friends and they beat me up? What if people think I'm gay? Am I gay? Do I like boys? I really don't kn-
"Please, stop thinking, it's hurting my head"
I freeze, he was awake.
"What?"
"I can sense you thinking and it hurts my fucking head. I'm trying to sleep here" he stated bluntly. He didn't even open his eyes.
"Oh, sorry" I mumble. I want avoid pissing him off at all costs.
"Also, stop moving, I'm trying to be comfortable here" he grumbled
I feel blush start to crawl up my neck as I shift slightly. I feel his arm tighten around my waist as he snuggles further into my neck
"Vance, i think it's time for you to leave because, it's a Sunday and I said I would meet Robin and Finney at the diner"
"You can go later, you make a decent pillow"
Yep, I was definitely blushing now. Why?
I'm not gay
Even if I was? I wouldn't like Pinball Vance Hopper
He's violent and ruthless and charming and he has great hair, beautiful eyes, gorgeous lips-
"Hey, Yamada, you can take your hands out of my hair. Now. Before I snap your fingers"
"Oh, right!" I exclaimed, immediately removing my hands from his hair. I hadn't meant to keep them there, but he wouldn't move. It was very hard to move.
"Vance. Seriously, why are you in my house. Worse yet, why are you in my bed?"
He remained in the same position as he replied,
"Your dumbass wouldn't get off of me. Then you fell the fuck asleep. I took you to your room and you started whining like a little bitch. You said you were cold or some shit like that, so I stayed"
I don't remember saying that
"Also, this doesn't mean we are fucking friends, Yamada. It was cold and it was a long walk to my house."
"Oh. I meant to ask, I never told you where I lived"
He suddenly stiffened
"Of course you did asshole. How else would I have known which house it was?" He grumbled
"No, I'd definitely didn't tell you where I live." I state firmly. I know I didn't tell him where I lived. Although now, I'm not so sure. I blacked out last night. Or should I say this morning?
Still, I don't remember anything past 4:00 am
"You calling me a liar Yamada? You wanna get your head putt though your fucking wall?" He threatened
I wasted no time shutting up. This was all probably some weird dream anyway. This can't actually be happening. There is no way that Vance Hopper is cuddling me, in my bed, and he hasn't shouted a slur at me yet.
My train of thought gets interrupted by a knock at the door
"Son. It's nearly two o'clock in the afternoon. We've had this conversation before. The early bird catches-"catches the worm, yes, I know dad! One moment! I'm... getting changed!" I replied. He said it so much, I've memorised his exact tone and facial expression. Perfectly.
"Fuck sake man. Alright. I'm off Yamada. If I want something, I'll be sure to not ask you" he grunts
He slides of my bed and opens my window. Before I can say anything else, he leaps out of the window and disappears down the street

Shit

That was certainly, something?

And I still have his jacket. I walk over to the mirror to see the jacket in all its Jean-like glory. Hand sewn patches on the shoulders. Clubs drawn on in sharpie. Some small holes where pins have been. Odd. I've never seen Vance where any pins?
Unexpectedly, my door flys open, my dad stood broad and tall. Always in a goddam suit.
"Bruce, son, please where something decent. How many times do I have to say it? Appearance is everything, son. Tell me you won't be wearing that jacket. It's filthy," he droned on
Sometimes, I wish for once, he would let me do what I wanted to do. Not for him. But for me.
"I'm wearing the jacket, dad. It's a change from the norm and I like it," I state softly
He looks at me for a second. He's gonna be mad

"Okay, son" he sighs in defeat "but please, where something nice underneath it."
And with that, he leaves my room.

I walk up to the diner doors and push them open. Right on time. I walk in to see Robin and Finney sat in one of the back booths. I Walk over, a few stares here and there. It was definitely the jacket.

I walk over to the booth, Finney was basically sat in robins lap. I sit down on the red leather, immediately met by two pairs of eyes.
"Hey brucey, what's with the jacket?" Robin questions
"Oh, I, um, found it?" I say. Not very convincingly

"Really? You just managed to "find" Pinball Vance's jacket? The same one who a kid spilt slushy on? And got his face beaten to a pulp?" Finney chimes in

I feel stupid now. Finney can see right through me. I forgot I can't lie to him. He always knows

"Mira amigo, whatever the reason is, i would give that jacket back, before that hijo de puta finds out"
Robin warns.
I know he's right. But, after what happened, I'm not so scared of Vance anymore
"Anyway, I'll be back mi querido" he whispers in finney's ear, earning a blushed giggle from him
I watch as Robin disappears around the corner
"Okay, Bruce, tell me everything" Finney blurts almost immediately, doing a little bounce in his seat
" okay, okay," I reply "I wanna ask. How did you know you liked Robin? Like, when did you realised you were gay?"
"Oh? He questions "first of all Brucey, I'm not gay. I like girls still, but I like Robin more"
That was not the answer I wanted, I'll admit. But I still need to ask someone with. Personal experience.
"Okay, but, what do you like about Robin?" I ask
"I love his hair, his eyes, his cooking, his bandana. I like how he loves dancing. He won't admit it, but he does. I like his music taste, his skin, his, everything basically," he giggles "does that help?"
I think about what he said. To be honest, it does help me think.
i like those things about Vance, but I'm sure I'm not gay? I mean. At 16, I would know?

Right?