My name is Vance. If I were an ice hockey player, I'd lead the league in penalties. That's just who I am. I'm a little spitfire with long dark shaggy hair, and when I was younger my mouth got me into trouble. Still does, actually. I soon learned that my fists could get me OUT of trouble, though. Having 3 bigger older brothers to smack me around really toughened me up.
I have known Robby since elementary school, but never paid much attention to him because he was like all the other sissies like Bradley, who he hung around with. By our
Freshmen year, though, I'd started noticing the boys almost as much as the girls. I'd gotten stuck sitting next to Robby and Bradley in a couple of classes, and began to notice differences in them. In soph year I sat next to Robby in a math class I was struggling in. I was doing well enough in other classes, but this math was kicking my ass. Hard. Robby was smart at this and he offered to tutor me. I balked at first, but my friends, who had gotten to know Robby a little and saw the differences as well, told me to swallow my pride and accept his help.
So I did. Maybe the best choice I've made in my life. I was worried about flunking and falling behind my friends, so I started going to Robby's home. It was awkward as hell, but his sparkly ear and nose studs and longer hair made him appear less of a dweeb, and more mature and attractive. We'd sit at his kitchen table most times, but one evening he greeted me at the door in very short, tight, grey shorts and bright yellow flip-flops. He told me his parents were expecting company, so we'd have to study in his bedroom. O-kay.
He sprawled out across his bed on his belly with his books and said I could do the same. We were beside each other and he was asking me math questions. It was getting difficult to concentrate because my boner was trying to punch a hole through Robby's mattress! He noticed with a grin when I reached down to adjust myself. I knew it was a high risk move when I stroked my hand through his long black hair that was nearly as long as mine. I admired his ass cheeks that were peeking out under those short shorts. His wide smile told me he wasn't threatened by me, and certainly wasn't objecting!
From that night on, I focused more on my studies and didn't fail math. Robby and I became much more "friendly" after that! He helped me big time again when I got busted for shoplifting, and he encouraged his parents to give me a job at their family store. Robby has also become very "accommodating" to my buddies, so we protect that boy. >>>
Tired from bike riding, stoned, and still hung over from last night's beer, I really wasn't in the mood for getting in Mark's truck in the rain and heading back to the creek, but the snacks we'd just bought at Robby's family store gave me a boost of energy. Mark made it sound urgent, so Lattimore and I crawled up onto the rear bed while Ricky rode shotgun inside.
It only took a few minutes to get to the camp area where we'd left this morning. It was deserted as Bradley's fam had also packed up and left. As Mark turned off the engine, it began to RAIN LIKE HELL! Flash of lightning, crack of thunder. Lattimore and I got fucking drenched. Here we were, soaked to the core in a metal truck bed, under a tall tree with lightning flickering around. Jesus Christ! Mark and Ricky were knocking on the back window and laughing at us from inside the dry cab. Crazy bastards!
Luckily, we just caught the edge of the storm. It wasn't long until it calmed down enough that the 4 of us got together outside the truck and Mark finally explained why the fuck we were back here. When Robby told us he'd lost his wallet, Mark remembered that when he dragged Bradley's sorry ass down the slope from his little spy perch, he thought he'd seen a wallet fall out of Bradley's shorts. Lattimore said, "No way. And even Bradley would have been smart enough to go back and get it before they'd leave. And it was probably HIS." Lattimore and I were too waterlogged to argue much, so we followed Mark and Ricky down the now muddy path to where we'd camped out.
We looked around in the dripping brush, and I saw it. An orange wallet! We opened it up and found Robby's ID and $414 cash! SON OF A BITCH! Mark's hunch was right! Why the fuck did Bradley have Robby's wallet, and how was he stupid enough to forget about it when he and his family left? Now I was wet AND pissed off!
Later that day, Lattimore and I would be the ones to go to Robby and tell him the whole story . . .
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What do you guys think of Vance? Is he a worthwhile character? And, are you begging to hear from Robby?

Or someone else?