Intervention?

                                    

                                          
Vance had wanted to go to their little study date, but he knew he would've made his day worse. He had that affect on people, just his presence often angered people. 
He sighed as he sat on a the sidewalk outside the Grab'n'go. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the smoke. He wished he had still been high that morning. He really wished he had been, maybe then he would've had an ok day. 
Thinking about his day made him a bit angry, he didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact he felt like his life was falling apart all over again, or maybe this was just how he normally was.. he honestly couldn't remember most days anymore.
He stood up and crushed his cigarette under his boot before someone approached him.
"Hopper."
It was Robin. Robin was still angry at him, obviously. The both of them were to stupid and stubborn to forgive each other.
"What do you want?" The blonde rolled his eyes.
"Devin wants you. Says he needs to talk to you. Now." His answer was short and obviously irritated, like he didn't want to have to come get him. He probably told him to ask Finney. 
The walk to his house was long and tension filled. Like they were both itching to swing at the other, but they didn't.
When they showed up without any new bruises or bloody knuckles Devin actually looked a bit surprised. He looked stern, though. He this was a lecture, or maybe an intervention. Who knows. 
The blonde stopped in front of them man, expectantly. Robin stepped right by, glaring slightly at the taller boy. I'm 



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