You and Vance both took Spanish despite both not having any idea what was going on; so most of the time you’d both be goofing off in the back of class; you were actually pretty good at Spanish even though you didn’t always pay attention. That’s why you always helped Vance so he could pass the class, meanwhile Vance only took it because you were in that class.

there where a few lessons that stuck with Vance that you didn’t need to help him on, but a lot of the time he used google translate, but one of those lessons that stuck with him were how to say ‘I like/love’ He would always use it for simple phrases that he knew, like: “me gusta mi gato” or “me gusta mi perro” but that was about it - other than when he’d pay attention in class to learn how to swear in Spanish. But one he knew but was to scared to say to you was “Me gustas tu.”

and although he had a tough act to keep up, he was quite friendly towards you, you were one of his first friends when he first moved to Denver, and probably one of his one of his only true friends; and that was before he would beat up everyone in sight and make everyone fear him. He didn’t just beat up anyone that fucked with him, but his friends and family, you included.

“Hey, you got the Spanish homework from last night?? I forgot to do it again” the blonde mumbled as he huffed and leaned against your locker