BRANCE + RINNEY

group therapy!

The four boys didn't know how, nor when, but somehow they got stuck doing a group therapy session. There was actually a lot of things that could've caused this to happen. There was Finn who constantly made 'silly little jokes' about his mental health. There was Vance who was constantly punching things and people, except for his friends. He promised he'd stop after sending Finn clear across the room. There was Robin who seemed to always be holding some sort of funeral for an inanimate object, real tears being shed from his eyes as he hosted numerous services. Then, lastly, there was Bruce. He liked to think he was the most normal one out of the four of them, but that's where he was wrong. See, Bruce liked to carry around this really weird, dingy looking empty potato sack. It wasn't stuffed or anything, he just had an attachment to it. Therefor, he carried it anywhere and everywhere. Even in the shower at times.

So, if you really think about it, group therapy was probably the best possible thing for the four boys.
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The group sat side by side, all staring confusingly at a short chubby woman who was sat at a desk in front of them. Bruce clutched his potato sack close to his chest, mumbling incoherent words to the bag. The lady blinked slowly several times before gazing away from the boy and his potato sack. She cleared her throat loudly, unnecessarily trying to gain the attention of the other three boys already staring at her.

"So, uh, my name is Jasmine. But you four can call me Jas if you'd like that better. What seems to be bothering you all? One at a time please." The four boys looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders. "Nothing I guess." The lady squinted her eyes at the boy holding a potato sack before gazing at the other three. "Really?" The four boys nodded, Bruce's face reddening as he stroked a hand over the bag in his lap. "Bruce, is it? Why don't you put the potato sack down." There were four identical gasps from the boys, all looking at the lady in front of them with shocked expressions. "What? What happened?" The lady frantically looked at the four boys, eyes wide as she tried to think about what could've caused their reactions. "No one tells him to put down Mr. Bob!" The lady sat back in her chair, sighing while narrowing her eyes. Bruce frowned, looking from his potato sack to the lady. He then looked at Vance, smiling when he shook his head and motioned for him to keep the bag on his lap.

"Uh, okay. Let's move on. Robin Arellano, is there anything going on with you?" The boy in question shook his head quickly. "Are you sure?" Robin nodded his head this time, moving slightly in his chair to get into a more comfortable position. Suddenly, there was a soft cracking noise. Robin looked down at his shoes, gasping as he saw a broken pencil under one of them. Vance put his head in his hands. "Oh lord. Here we go." Robin shook slightly, bending down to gather the broken pencil remains. Finn patted his back as warm tears began to cloud his vision. "T-today, we gather to honor this pencil. He h-had a good life." Bruce hugged his potato sack closer, beginning to cry as well. Finn rubbed circles into Robin's back as tears fell down his face.

The lady looked at the boys with pure concern and slight worry. "It's just a p-" Vance looked up at her, shaking his head with an upset face. She silenced herself, coughing awkwardly. Robin calmed down soon after, placing the broken pencil into his pocket and pressing a kiss to his fingers which he then tapped onto his pocket that held the broken pencil.

"Okay, Finney Blake you're up. What's going on with you?" Finn shrugged. "Besides the fact that I want to either die or kill someone n-" Vance stood up, knocking something off of the lady's desk in the process. "Finn! What did we talk about!" Finn rolled his eyes, glaring at the blonde who had just interrupted him. "Don't make jokes about death and or suicide." Vance kicked the wall, grabbing a nearby item from a shelf and throwing it forcefully through a window as well. He smiled when the glass from the window broke, watching as shards fell to the floor. He peacefully sat back down, folding his hands in his lap.

"So, you know what. I'm not even going to ask what's wrong with you Vance. I've seen enough. I've seen enough from all of you. Please just get out."

The four boys stared at the lady for a minute before shrugging and exiting the room. She shuddered, beginning to cry loudly as the door closed behind the group.

She quit the same day.
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extra:

"Wonder what her problem was." Finn walked beside Vance,  putting a small space between him and the other boy when he saw that his fists were still balled by his sides. "Maybe it's because of your jokes Finn. Ever think of that?" Finn scoffed. "My jokes are fucking delightful Vance Hopper." The blonde turned towards the shorter boy, glaring down at him. "Oh really?" Finn nodded his head, unbeknownst of the boy stepping towards him. "Yeah. They are an-" The boy screamed as he was picked up and placed over the blonde's shoulder. "Vance! What the fuck- put me down!" Vance didn't respond and instead began to spin in circles, making the boy on his shoulder lightheaded instantly. "Vance I'm going to puke on you." The blonde quickly let the other boy down, taking a step away from him in disgust. Finn took the opportunity to grab a nearby rock and throw it near the boy's leg, groaning when he missed. The rock hit the ground, crumbling into tinier pieces. Vance looked at Finn, then at Robin who had begun to cry again. Finn ran from the blonde, screaming loudly as the boy began to gain on him quickly.

Behind them, Robin and Bruce were crying while honoring the rock that had just broke.

"T-today we- we come here to h-honor our f-fallen f-friend-"
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