Holiday Brance? (Should I make this a fic?)
The bell had rung about thirty minutes ago, and Vance was itching to leave detention as per usual. He managed to bitch at the teacher that was watching over kids enough that he let him go earlyānot wanting to deal with Vanceās bullshit at the very end of the day.Ā
He was on his way out, when he smelt something heavenly drifting through the hallway. It was so distracting that his feet had brought him to the home EC class just down the hall, he peeked inside the classroom to find no one there. No one but the oven and that amazing smell.Ā
He waited outside the door for a while, waiting for literally anybody to come by, but no one did. He wondered if a teacher forgot that the oven was on, and maybe that teacher left behind some cookies, brownies or something like that. One thing about Vance was that he had a major sweet toothāmuch to his momās chagrin.Ā
So he slipped inside the classroom, to look around for any stray sweets, no one would know, he thought.Ā
There was one counter that was in use, everything weirdly organized, then he saw a walkman on the counter. And he couldnāt help himself, he snatched the walkman and put the headphones on, clicking the cassette which didnāt give him anything.Ā
He rewound the tape back a minute, and Jim Morrison's voice rang through, Vance scrunched his nose. The Doors? Really? He thought, now he was absolutely sure that a teacher was working late here, it had to be.Ā
Vance kept the headphones on while inspecting the oven, his mouth starting to water.Ā
āHey! What are you doingāāĀ
Vance whirls around to findāBruce fucking Yamada in a ridiculous apron. They both gape at each other in horror.Ā
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