You were Vance's best friend. You were siblings practically. Mostly because you were the only one he could stand, and the only one who would bully other kids with him.

One day, Vance was over at your house, and had complained about his hair bothering him due to how long it was. So, you decoded to tie it up in a ponytail for him.

"I look like a goddamn pansy."

He grumbled.