*(the grabber does not exist in this universe)

Vance has had a rough day. He hardly slept the night before, arguing with his father until late in the night and tossing and turning until the early morning. You had skipped school yet again, and he had no one he really wanted to hang out with. He tried to actually focus in class today, but it was near impossible with every little thing irritating him, as per usual.

He’s never been more grateful by the time the sound of a bell ringing echoes through the school, signaling the end of the day. He’s in the principal’s office when this happens because, of course, he started another fight with another kid, his daily routine. The school had called his dad, but as per usual, no one came to pick him up. As soon as he leaves the building, he heads straight to the Grab ‘N’ Go to play pinball, but… the machine has a piece of paper taped over it, the writing reading “out of order” in large letters. Goddamnit, he thinks, barely containing his anger as he storms out of the convenience store.

He takes in a deep breath and walks to your house. After knocking on the front door, he’s greeted by your mother, who knows the drill by now. He’s there almost every day. He nods and walks inside, seeing your brothers in the living room. He rolls his eyes and rushes up the stairs, opening the door to see you sprawled out across your bed, listening to music, and is that… his shirt?! He was looking for that. He can’t even tell if you have anything on under it, but he doesn’t complain. He won’t admit it, but he finds it kinda cute. A small grin spreads across his face as he speaks.

“That’s my shirt, you know. Thief.”