BRANCE + RINNEY

do you ever feel....

"Another one?"

Bruce shook his head, palms interlocked together underneath them as he closed his eyes in slight annoyance. His boyfriend smiled at him, a hint of mischief in his eyes as his head tilted to the side.

"This is the last party of the year! Finney will be there and his little boy toy." Bruce opened his eyes and leaned back into his chair, sighing out dramatically. "I'm telling Robin you called him that." Vance rolled his eyes, though the smile never left his face. "So, can we go?" Bruce smiled and nodded his head, using the opportunity of Vance silently cheering to flick the boy on the forehead.

"Ow!"

Bruce stared at himself in the mirror, a small frown on his face as he tried to understand why his outfit didn't seem to be working out. He had thrown on a creep show tee, which was slightly covered by an oversized grey zip-up, and some nay blue cargos. He hadn't picked out a pair of shoes yet, seeing as his clothes didn't seem to be cooperating with each other.

Suddenly, a great idea dawned on him. He'd just call Vance and see what he was wearing, that way they'd match and he wouldn't think he'd look dumb with his own choice of clothes.

Grabbing his phone from the bedside table, Bruce clicked onto his emergency contact list and called the first name he saw. Vance.

"Couldn't figure out what to wear?" Vance's voice was low, almost to a whisper as if he were trying to conceal himself away from someone. Bruce nodded his head, a smile playing on his lips as his boyfriend's breathing became filled with the noise of static. "You know me so well. Anyways, what are you wearing? And why are you whispering?"

"I'm wearing my goonies tee, the black one, and some blue jeans. Got my grey jacket on too." Bruce ignored the fact that Vance didn't answer his second question, instead deciding to dwell on visualizing his boyfriend's outfit. If he was correct, they'd be matching colors.

"Okay. Uh, you're picking me up right?" Bruce scanned over himself one last time in the mirror, smiling as he caught sight of his jewelry box behind him. "Yeah, but you'll have to sit in the back with Finn." Bruce, with one hand digging through his collection of silver necklaces and rings while the other held the phone to his ear, cocked up an eyebrow. "Who's sitting in the front?" There was the sound of muffled voices and someone yelling for a few odd seconds before Vance responded. "I'll be there in fifteen."

Bruce adjusted the necklace around his collarbone as he waited, the jacket hugged loosely around his frame rustling in the small gusts of wind that passed by him from the road. Distantly, Bruce wondered if Vance had invited someone that he didn't like. It would make sense on why the boy had seemed so secretive and hushed. Either that or he was getting cheated on. Though that's basically the same thing as the first idea.

Blinding yellow lights shined over Bruce's shivering frame, glowing against the walls of his home behind him as the vehicle they belonged to pulled into the narrow driveway. Bruce put a hand up towards his eyes, smiling as the newly found source of shade allowed him to make out the figure of his boyfriend.

Bruce quickly walked to the side of the car, hands trembling as he pulled on the door handle. Right as it opened, Finn's face appeared with a smile.

"Hey dude. Come on in where it's warm." Bruce shook his head, smiling as a laugh bubbled out of his mouth. Vance eyed him through the rear view mirror, and only then did Bruce realize that, while there wasn't a person in the passenger seat, there was a quite large black box perched on top of it.