-Back at y/n's house-

(Vance's pov)
"Ok Vance, sit on the bathroom counter, that'll be easiest. I'll get the first aid kit" says y/n. I stare at her as she's trying to find first aid kit. i can't believe she is helping me after i embarrassed her and couldn't even explain why, i thought to myself. She pulled out the Hydrogen peroxide, tape and bandaids and started to clean my knuckles and wrap them up, I look at her face as she's focused on cleaning me up.

He notices something about features or whatever.

When she's done she looks at me, "how does   that feel? Are you ok?" She said. I nodded "yea thanks" I smirk. I lean in and kiss her as she has her hands on my chest. She pulls away and smirks "So this is what all the violence is about? Couldn't stand that old mouth breather looking at me, could you?" This is what I love about y/n. She never stays mad at me for bugging out for too long. Even though we both know she's right, I reply "Dream on, he was just blocking my view of the Big League Chew." She lets me kiss her again, but not without a huge eye roll first. Drama queen. We stay there for a while, frozen in time. I want to tell her how far out she is and thank her for fixing me up, but words aren't my thing. Kissing her harder, I try to show her how I feel. She runs her fingers through my hair, or at least, she tries to. I've got a bit of a rats nest going on after the brawl. Rad. I think to myself. She gets me. After ten minutes, or maybe ten hours, or maybe ten years, I'm getting a little sick of just swapping spit. I reach out to her for more and- BANG. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

"What are you doing in there shit head!? Writing a novel?! I gotta piss!" Shit. Y/n's little sister is always popping up at the wrong moment. Talk about a buzzkill. I pull away from y/n and we exchange a look I can't explain. I start to crack the window open for a quick exit. Y/n mouths to me "meet me at school in the morning" as I hop out. She shuts the window behind me and as I'm walking away I hear the faint sound of her screaming back at y/s/n "SHUT UP SHIT-FOR-BRAINS". What a woman.