BRANCE + RINNEY

glass shards in his lungs, tinted windows.

based on the episode of boy meets world "if you can't be with the one you love".
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Vance sat against his bedroom door, neck cooled from the cold touch of the wooden surface behind him. His body was warm, warmer than usual, as he had drank one too many bottles of alcohol. Again. The substance left a tingling feeling in his abdomen, making him feel sort of nauseous though he didn't really feel as if he'd vomit anytime soon. It was weird.

His jean pocket seemed to vibrate, a low humming noise coming from it as his phone shook softly. Vance leaned his head farther back into the door and fished out the object, blinking slowly at it for only a second before clicking the green icon and answering the call.

"Hey V. Are you alright?" Bruce's tone sounded concerned, sweetness laced to his tongue as his voice bounced through the device's speakers. "I'm great Bruce." Vance slurred that middle word out, eyes hazy as he tapped his foot in attempts to wake it up.

"Vance..," There it was. Bruce was disappointed. Vance gave a shrug of his shoulders, uncaring if the other could see him do it or not. "What?" The line went silent for a moment, Bruce's voice becoming replaced with static as he tried to choose what to say.

"Have you-, are you drinking again?" Vance gave a laugh, scooting away from his door and instead into a standing position. His legs felt like jelly, almost throwing him down face-first into the carpet if he hadn't placed a hand on his bed to steady himself. "It's been a week. Surprised you didn't notice sooner."

There was a sigh on the other line, the sound muffled as if Bruce were covering his mouth. "Vance. Come on." The blonde rolled his eyes, laughing once more as he teetered to the side. "What? Don't like me like this?"

Vance began to feel dizzy, brain fuzzy with the aftermath of drinking.

"Fuck, I gotta-," Vance hung up the phone quickly, tossing it onto his mattress before wobbling his way to the bathroom.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing himself not to cry as he inhaled slowly. Finn, along with Robin, looked at him curiously. They were the entire reason Bruce had called in the first place. It'd been too long since they all had hung out. Bruce thought it'd be a good idea.

"Everything okay?" Finn's voice was laced with concern, tastebuds drowned in worry as Bruce shook his head with a small frown.

"He's not coming. I'm sorry." Finn nodded his head, body shifting closer to Robin's as the boy placed his hand upon the other's. "It's okay Bruce. Let's just hang out here. The three of us."

Bruce gave a small nod and a smile, allowing his friends to drag him by the hands into the living room where they'd watch movies.

Vance wiped at his mouth, chest heaving as he slumped against the wall of the bathroom. His stomach burned, as well as his chest. It only reminded him of what he shouldn't have been doing.

He stood up, groaning at the sudden rush of pain in his legs, and made his way back to his room.

He'd have to call Bruce back, seeing as he hung up with no real explanation. Vance slowly walked towards his bed, picking up his phone with a shaking hand before dialing in Bruce's number.

It rang twice before playing the voicemail audio.
Vance called again, just to receive the same thing.

"I'll just have to go over to his house then."