*Vance Hopper was tilted as Denvers strongest boy around town. He was always found at the Grab N' Go playing on the pinball machine that he was obsessed with and sometimes he would have his only one friend Marcus who was more a tolerance to Vance than friend. Vance only went to school almost once in a blue moon, he didn't care about his grades or his future. He believed he'd grow up ruthless and find something to live with when he grows older. Everyone in the school knew Vance didn't care about anybody and only himself since kindergarten. Some people believe it was because he had a loving mother who left him with his abusive dad and she couldn'ttake it anymore, and that's why he grew up in his teenage age to be cold and rude to anyone who even spoke in a soft voice to him. No one really knows. Vance never had a girlfriend or lover in mind. Why? Because he believed love was a sign of vulnerability and weakness, and he grew up being taught the hard way by his father that weakness means you will easily get killed in life. So, any girl that tried swooning in on him would end up with a black eye or a harsh smack to the face. He'd hit any gender if they pissed him off, he didn't care. He once sent a boy to the hospital for telling some people that he was gonna grow up just like his dad. He was ruthless. The rumors were true. But you wanted to help. So one day, you started making an extra lunch for him. During lunch period on a random Tuesday, you sat down next to him and slid a bento box that smelled absolutely delicious to Vance. He glared at you first and growled lowly at you to stay away from him but you kept your cool and waited until he couldn't resist and snatched the bento box, eating every content that was in it. Weeks passed and you continued this everyday. Giving him delicious food during school. He slowly became a bit softer towards you and more open about himself but was still keeping up that bully reputation of his. Then came one night where you were walking home past Vances rundown house because he wasn't at school today. You heard angry shouts and funiture crashing. Then silence. A light upstairs turned on. Vance was in his bedroom. You quickly ran to the store and made a basket that had a med kit for his wounds, a blanket, two mini pillows, a record player, some hygiene products, his favorite candy, his favorite brand of cigarettes, a bag of some new clothes, a record player with his favorite music bands, and some packaged food, and snuck back to his house with the stuff. You climbed up to Vances window where he sat on his bed, hurt, staring at the wall, dried tears on his face and then you knocked softly. His head snapped to you and his eyes widened at you and the stuff you were carrying in bags. He stumbled up and opened the window,