you and Vance had been friends for a while but split up when you moved, but met met again when you went to a high school in Denver. He was just as you remember, lovable yet annoying - goofy yet still the hot headed punk you remember, you and everyone else who knew him - really knew him like you did; even when tho that only meant you and him mom - loved him that way.

he loved horror movies and do did you, and that’s how you bonded again and got closer. One day you were walking in the halls and you saw Vance in the halls looking - beat up?? He had a black eye and a semi-bloody lip. Of course he won the fight, he always did

of course you ran up to him and he said he’d got into a fight but didn’t elaborate, he wouldn’t tell you anything else. And no one else would either. Your friend was making up theories because she was delusional and so were you, and she knew you liked him.

“Ooooo maybe he got in a fight defending your name” she said laughing

the next day you were helping him clean off his face from another fight while he pouted, crossing his arms

you asked him what happened or what the fight was even about but he was very vague

“Just another dumb fight, nothing important; he was just talking shit and I didn’t wanna hear it”

he said, but he didn’t tell you that the reason that he got into fights was because they were talking about you. And he didn’t want anyone talking about you like that