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service top traumatized asian kid wayne at it againnn

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Vince POV
I feel like today is one of my moods. 
Like, sometimes I'll be an 'absolute angel' and 'really fucking chill', according to my friends and teachers, and sometimes I'll be 'annoying as fuck', or 'hard to deal with'. Today is one of those hard to deal with days. 
It's evident in my friends, the way Riley is sighing between every sentence, and Quierre just refuses to talk at all. He's a background character like that. It's also visible in Prem's flat tone, and his denial of Brawl Stars conversation starters. But the most obvious indication to me is Wayne. He's just downright glaring at me. 
"Vince, you don't get it.. I swear I know how to do math." Riley is saying, practically talking to the ceiling. Prem leans over and pats his hand, showing him he feels the immense annoying torture of talking to me. I sigh. "Whatever.." I mumble, pulling out my phone. I open my last Snapchat conversation, which was Niara. I take a picture of my shoes, and caption it 'are your friends annoying 2', then hit send. 
I get a response within minutes. "Uh... who are you texting? Vince, come on, you gotta do your homework." Quierre finally speaks up, which sends a jolt of surprise through me. "My mom. And I'll do my homework later. It's due on a B-day." Quierre shrugs, letting everyone know that they might as well give up on this. The response Niara gives me is 'no but they unserious asf. gotta love them'. No help. I like the Snap, and turn off my phone.
Since lunch is nearly over, Prem and Riley pack up so they can get to their flex tutorials. Quierre gets swarmed with questions and insults by Kaisha, with Ellie following close behind her. As I get out, Niara is packing up her things, so she waves goodbye to me and joins her black friend to walk into the building. 
It's just me and Wayne now. 
One thing I've always appreciated about Wayne is his ability to have endless patience. Right now, I know I'm being super annoying, and I know that's exactly what he's thinking, but he doesn't say it. He's pleasant like that. Right now, we're leaning against the back of the APC wall, facing the car place, barely visible by the fence. 
"What happened?" He asks me. "What do you mean?" He sighs, which isn't a Riley-style sigh. He's not exhausted, he's trying to make sense. "I mean, why are you so worked up today?" This again. Can't I just be upset? For no reason? I'm not hurting anybody. 
"Why does it matter? Nobody's getting murdered because I'm not being nice. Sure, Riley's pissed, and Quierre gave up on communicating, but they'll come back because they love you that much. Which is honestly weird, since you can't even do anything properly." 
Oh, fuck, fuck fuck. I did not mean that at all. 
"Oh.." Wayne says. I feel so guilty. "Wayne, I didn't mean that-" He cuts me off. "It's fine. I get it, you're just sad today. My bad." He gets up hastily, mumbling something about needing to use the bathroom. But he just stays away from me for the rest of the day. That's my best friend. Why would I even say that? 
"Vince, are you okay?" My grandma asks me when I get in the car. I nod, not wanting to say anything incase it's mean. She doesn't question me any further, just focuses on driving and acting interested in Camden's long stories. I couldn't care less, and it shows on my face. I hope Wayne's going to taekwondo. Maybe there I can tell him I didn't mean it at all. 

Wayne POV
I hope Vince is going to taekwondo. 
I know it was conflicting of me to walk off on him like that, but I needed a safe place to exhale shakily. my friends usually view me as somebody who doesn't feel a lot. The thing is, I'm probably the weakest in our friend group when it comes to emotions. My parents never let me express my feelings growing up. Even as the oldest, I was more often than not just ignored emotionally all the time. I think my whole life, I've only cried like, four times. Counting my birth. 
"Have you finished your homework?" My dad says, the second the car door shuts. "Yeah." I say, tightening my belt and checking my shirt for any stains. "Good. I'm really proud of you, Wayne. I can tell you're working super hard." Most people's hearts would swell at the praise of their parents, but for some reason I'm just physically not able to do that. 
"Thanks, dad." I say, getting out of the car and getting my bag out of the trunk. I make my way inside, my mind only on one thing. Well, person. I step in, and my heart sinks. Three minutes left until my class starts, and he's not here. But I actually second-guess myself. He's talking to Madison, with Niara just pleasantly smiling and listening to their conversation. I find it funny, because I actually do that a lot too when it comes to Vince and Madison having conversations. 
As I walk down the hallway, I lock eyes with Vince. Immediately, my brain starts melting. Vince is a very expressive boy, so just one glance at his face tells me that he's sorry, he didn't mean it, and he wants to talk to me right now. I look away for a second, and look at Niara. She just stares at me, before mouthing 'make a damn move already!' I roll my eyes, mouthing 'fine', and smile subtly, and then walk straight toward Vince and drag him into the bathroom. 
"Is there something you want to tell me?" I say. Since we both don't have shoes on, my actual height is sinking in on him. "Yeah.." He's looking down, and I can see that he's a nice red shade. "Go ahead, Vince." He takes a deep breath. "I'm so sorry, okay? I was just grumpy, and I didn't mean anything I said. I was lying. You're so perfect at everything, I swear. I really, really, really didn't mean i-"
I don't know why, but I just mustered up the energy to bring him into a kiss. 
At first, I think he's surprised, but then he gets used to it. He brings my head down a little bit, so that it's more comfortable. I wrap my left arm around his shoulders and my right around his waist. His body just fits into mine, almost like it was mean to be there. He rests his hands on my cheeks, occasionally brushing my eyelashes. It feels great. I hate to pull away, but we've been kissing for at least a minute and taekwondo is about to start. 
"Wayne, I-" I cut him off again. "We can talk about this after class, okay?" He nods, pressing his lips tight together to make them pink, not red. We exit the bathroom, just in time for class. Niara and Madison are standing right in front of the bathroom, so I see my opportunity to tell Niara something. "Thanks." I say, standing beside her. "For what?" She whispers. "I might be getting a boyfriend now. You kinda pushed me to tell him." She looks up at me, smirking. "Did you make out with him in there?" I look up, trying to keep a straight face. "Maybe, maybe not. Did you kiss Ammarah in front of your entire grade?" She scrunches up her nose, and shakes her head. "Not yet." I choke on air. 
"Okay, whatever. Cool. I was joking." I say all at once. She laughs. "uh huh." Then, chief calls us to line up. Quickly, I snake my arm past Vinces arms, clasped behind his back, and squeeze his ass. He turns to look at me, but I just point his head in the right direction. He swallows, and straightens his back a little. "Okay guys, we're gonna skip the bow-in and do some stretching. Go crazy." Our instructor says. I start circling my knees a little, but in front of me, Vince just completely bends over, with no warning whatsoever. "Vince.." I mutter, slowing down my stretching. "Huh?" He says, arching a little as he tries to touch his toes. 
I swear, this guy is gonna be the death of me and I haven't even asked him out.


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maybe ill write a pt.2 maybe not you'll never know
maybe the hypothetical pt.2 will consist of aggressive hot top Dom wayne and vince is gonna become a full on omega
maybe I'll finally sleep before 12 AM and not read smut as a hobby
lots a maybes
bye ganggg hope u enjoyed