Bruce POV: After Vance drags me through his front yard, we end up on his porch. "Why did you literally drag me to your house?" I question him. "We have a project to work on and it is due in a week." he reply's with his tone cold. He unlocks his front door and we walk in. His house is quite big, the more upper class American family home. When we walk inside we both take our shoes off and put them in a neat row at the front door, after that I breathe in and his house smells like vanilla and coconut. "Vance, sweetie, is that you?" His mom shouts from somewhere in the house.
"Yes ma!" He shouts back. "Ok honey, I am in the kitchen!" *so that is where she is* I think to myself . "Coming!" He shouts to let her know. Not even a second later his hand is around my wrist dragging me along the wooden floored hallway. The hallway in lined with pictures of baby Vance and I can't help but giggle when I see one of him with big fluffy hair, his front teeth missing and the biggest smile on his face. He must not of heard it as he continues on his mission to the kitchen, me in trail.
When we arrive at the kitchen I see his mother with a cup of coffee at the dining table. She has the same curly blonde hair as Vance, only a little longer. When she sees Vance she instantly stands up. She walks over to us and I realise that she is a few inched taller than Vance and at least a foot taller than me. When she reaches us she lifts Vance's hair out of his face and places a soft and small kiss on his forehead. She then softly asks "Who is that with you?" Vance looks up and states "We have to work together on the final history project" His mom seems satisfied with that answer as she then walks over to me with a big smile on her face. "What is your name sweetie?" She asks me extending her hand for me to shake. "Bruce Yamada, Ms. Hopper" she laughs sweetly and then says "Call me Sandra"
After some small talk with his mom, Vance grabs my wrist and drags me to his room.
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Vance goes and flops down on his bed. I stand in the doorway, not knowing what to do. "You coming in or no?" He questions me. "I-" is all I can get out before he is across the room and dragging me by the wrist to his bed.
He sits down on the edge of the bed and I sit next to him. He clears his through then asks "What is your favourite colour?" "Wha- why do you want to know?" I reply without thought as the question caught me so off guard.
"If we are doing this project together we might as well get to know each other" I guess he has a point. "Ok, mines is yellow! What is yours?". "Blue" he answers without a second thought.
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A little longer but still short as I just wanted it out.
