how did it end up like this? (brance story)

part 4.

before I start, I just wanted for some of you to understand, when I put "not like vance would ever think of Bruce in that way." I think I said or interpreted it wrong. In my mistake, I'll explain it right now. I meant, even if Vance thought of him that way, I don't want to write it because it would be technically sexualization. yes, minors can have sexual thoughts, but I don't want to write them. lets start now!

NO ONES POV:

Vance and Bruce had ran out the door, handful of prizes. They were laughing a lot. Bruce felt happy. Happiest he'd ever felt. Same for Vance. The only real happiness vance ever felt was with his mom, especially when they were painting when he was 6.

- FLASHBACK -

Vance used to live in a very rich estate. It's when they had lost a lot of money, his father started drinking. he lost the hope to try to live, so he kept drinking. eventually, he just became abusive. Vance and his mother painted together a lot. They painted next to a huge window once, trying to paint the sky. While they where painting, his mother starts saying something to him.
"I remember the first time you and I were over here. Your cute baby face smiled as rain poured against the window. I started laughing, and I started laughing with you in my hands, while you laughed along. We were really happy, just as we are right now. I love you, my only son." His mother said. Vance had never heard he mom say such things with so much detail. It was like someone was reading a book to him. He started laughing, and a second after, it started raining. They both looked at eachother, and his mother held her hand against his cheek. His mom loved him so much. "I have a painting I made of us that day. Wanna see?" Vance immediately got excited. He started nodding , while smiling. Vance did these things only with his mom. It was beautiful, but I not exactly the only thing he liked. His uncle had taught him different types of metal music, and different bands. He had stylish oufits all his life, thanks to his uncle. She got up, and walked away. She got back, holding a small painting in her hand. She handed the painting to him, and smiled while he looked at it.

Vance was wowed. He had never seen something so beautiful. His mother was very talented. This was the only beautiful painting that would ever stay in his room. The rest went into boxes. When Vance grew, but his mother had passed away. Sometimes he would get some of the smaller paintings , and talk to them about his day, hoping his mom would hear him.

- BACK -

All the prizes were scattered across the counter of the room vance slept in. Bruce started walking toward vance. He was getting really close, as if they were gonna kiss. He noticed as Vance was looking into his eyes, leaning back. Bruce quickly jumped back.
"Uhm Vance.." Bruce was read to tell Vance how he felt. But right when he started talking, he felt nervous. So he said something random.
"I-I'm gonna go get icecream.. stay here!!" He said. Damnit bruce! You sound like you hate him! Why don't you ever think about others peoples feelings? He thought. Bruce started running out that door.
"Okay.. bye?" Vance said,laughing to himself.
"I love you. Bye." Bruce mumbled. I guess he had thought Vance didn't hear him. He ran out the house, with the speed of light. Vance really didn't care, but he did care about the fact that he DID hear what Bruce said. I love you. wow. it's been a long time since someone has said that to him. He smiled so hardly. He plopped onto his bed, and just thought of Bruce. Only Bruce. Then he started to think of his diary. Vance was not one to let people keep privacy from him. I mean, it was hard for him not to stick his nose into everyone's buisness, or for the least, the people he loves. And he doesn't love that many people. But he does love bruce. So, he got up, and went to his room. He didn't wanna see too much, because maybe he has some problems he only trusts his diary with. He skipped thru pages. Titles, baseball, mom, baseball, baseball, baseball, baseball, painting, baseball, class, family ,

wait,
vance?
bruce wrote about vance? he started to read through it.

( Just to make it clear I have a theory thing that Vance gets worried or nervous a lot and doesn't mind his business with the people he loves, just a theory! )
bruce, liked vance? that's what he read. he wiped his eyes, thinking maybe he was in a dream, or seeing things. but it was the same. He started smiling. he put it back in the exact spot he found it. He raced back into "his" room, and jumped inside the bed. He just sat, and thought what he could say to Bruce. He started forming a sentence, and even saying it out loud. He was almost done, until bruce opened the door, and Vance jumped in his bed.
"uh.. I'm back.." he said. He didn't know what to say, because he was kind of hurt. He had heard what vance was saying, and thought it was probably for a girl at school. He started to walk away, until vance stopped him.
"Hey Bruce.." he said, walking up to Bruce, really close, like they were about to kiss.
"I love you too." He said. He quickly hesitated and kissed him.
"oh my god.. I'm .. im so sorry .. I'll go.." he said quickly. He ran down the stairs, and ran out the house. He rushed to the park, and sat down on a bench, in the meantime, Bruce was just standing there, trying to figure out what just had happened. damnit.. why
Didn't I say anything. He ran to his room, all flustered, but sad. He was so happy that it seemed like vance loved him, but he was sad he didn't even say anything. I guess we have to fingiré out where he is now.

Vance was laying down at grass, looking at the clouds. He was thinking of how to apologize to Bruce. Maybe someone dared him to write that? He quickly thought of a idea. Now he just has to do it.

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1089 words! I'm sorry if it was not how you liked it or cringey! remember, you can stop reading it if you want. suggestions?

- stephswritten