I don't give a damn about my reputation

I am in love with Bruce Yamada

Vance Pov

How did a guy like me get so lucky?

"Hello again Bruce, what would you like to order? you are paying after all?"

That fucking waiter is back

Again

"Actually Tommy, Vance is paying. His treat," he smiles at me, squeezing my hand in reassurance

"Oh." He says bluntly "I see. Well then. Vance, what is it you would like to order?"

"Whatever Brucey wants. I could eat a fucking buffalo I'm that hungry," I smile sickly, trying my best not to punch that forced smile of his smug face

"Okay, of course," he turns to Bruce with that smile again. His teeth flashing.

Bitch

"Okay, um. I'll have the share large pepperoni pizza and, a share milkshake. Strawberry please,"

The waiter writes down his order before leaving our table. He better watch himself. He might find himself. accidentally. With a broken nose.

"So Vance," Bruce begins "what kind of stuff do you like to do?"

"Oh?" I inquire "why?"

"Just making conversation, silly" he smiles at me. His smile is genuine. Unlike that pathetic excuse of a man.

"Alright." I mumble "I like music, drums, electric guitar, skating. You know, just your usual stuff."

I look up from my hands to find him staring at me in awe.

"You know how to play the drums?!" He squeals, kicking his feet like an excited puppy

Cute

"Yeah? Why? You like the drums?" I smirk. This is good. This is very good.

"Like them? I LOVE the drums! Drummers are attracti- I mean, talented." He quickly corrects himself. So. Brucey has a thing for drummers. Interesting.

"Nice, maybe you could listen to me play one time," I smile. He starts bouncing in his sheet, a big smile plastered across his face. He looks. Adorable. When he smiles. Wait. What. No, shut up Vance.

"Here is your food gentlemen."

This waiter is starting to piss me off

"Thanks Tommy, here," Bruce pulls out his wallet, grabbing a couple 10 dollar bills out to pay

"No Bruce. Put your money away, I said I would pay"
I warn, trying to get him to put his money away

"It's okay Vance," he giggles "I know you paid to get us in here anyway. I don't mind paying for food,"

He hands the waiter the money and he, once again, flashes those pearly white teeth at him.

"He's paid now. You can fucking leave"

He turns to me, a smug look on his face. "With pleasure" he spits, before leaving our table

"Vance. You have to be nice to the waiters. It's basic manners" he says, a sympathetic look on his face

"Sorry" I grumble, grabbing a slice of pizza from the plate

I begin to but down when I feel an unexpected warmth appear next to me. Bruce has gone under the table to sit next to me. He moves closer to me, still wearing my hoodie. I need to get that back at some point.

"Oooooo, pepperoni?" He grabs a slice and takes a bite. His eyes light up as he swallows.

"This. Is. Amazing Vance! Taste it!" He moves the slice up to my mouth, urging me to take a bite

I oblige, the cheese stretching as pull my head back. It is fucking delicious.

"It's good, Brucey. Nice choice" I smirk, moving closer towards him. I see his cheeks tint slightly. To be fair, it is very warm in this restaurant, and Bruce's wearing a hoodie. He's bound to be warm.

After about 10 minutes, we've finished our pizza, drink half of our milkshake and we've had an awesome time.

"Okay, so," I giggle "you're scared of spiders.
But you can watch the arachnophobia movie on repeat?"

"Yup!" He laughs, taking another sip of our milkshake

"That makes no sense," I laugh, poking his arm teasingly

"Shut up Blondie! You've never even seen the IT series"

"Because it looks like shit"

He looks at me, an offended look on his face. He slaps my arm with a dramatic facial expression, before crossing his arms

"I'm not talking to you anymore" he pouts, refusing to turn and face me

"Aw, is Brucey Wucey offended I don't like his silly clown show?" He tease, tugging on his sleeves

Still no reaction

"Bruce, it's just a show," I laugh "you cant ignore me forever"

He still didn't turn around

"Bruce" I warn "don't ignore me"

He continues to stare out of the window

"Bruce"

...

"Bruce!" I grab his hood, yanking him towards me, his face millimetres from mine. His lips are so close to mine. Those soft. Kissable lips. His brown eyes, deeper than chocolate. His caramel skin, smooth. He looks so beautiful up close.

I'm at a complete loss for words

He stare at him, his cheeks tinted again. His face radiating more heat than the lights on the ceiling.

I begin to think

Actually, think

I've never been this close to someone before. Emotionally or physically. Anyone who tried to talk to me, I punched. Anyone who tried to get to know me, I scared them away. No one ever looked at me like Bruce looks at me. Pure love. That's all I see. And that is what I feel.

He is my whole world.

He's the thing I think about when I wake up. The person I think of when I'm happy. Sad. Angry. Whenever. He's the reason I show up to school everyday, why I make an effort to look and dress nice. He's that smile I mourn to see every time we part. He's the hands I want to hold. The life I want to live. The eyes I want to get lost in. The hair I want to bury my face in

The boy I want to love

The boy

I do love

With everything I have

The boy I want to protect and make happy. Fight all of his demons. Make him feel loved and wanted

I am in love with Bruce Yamada

And I don't think I will ever stop