the scholarships (BRANCE) (RINNEY)

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Vance and Bruce stepped out of the bright yellow taxi, Vance handing the driver some money before the driver zoomed off. Vance took a deep breath as he looked up at the large nursing home. He felt the others' hand grab his and give it a squeeze. He looks to Bruce, a small smile on his face.

"Thanks for coming with me." He appreciated when people did things like this for him, especially as he never really got that from his parents. It might sound stupid, but even the smallest gestures make him happy. It was important to him.

"Of course." Bruce grinned. "That's what you do when you're in -" He paused. Vance stared at him with anticipation, wondering what he was going to say. "When you're in a relationship." Vance hummed.

"I do have to warn you, my nan can get a little much. She lives in her own world if you know what I mean." Bruce laughed gently.

"I'm sure I can handle her." Vance raised his eyebrows as if to say,'You sure?'. "Come on then." He started dragging Vance. As soon as they stepped in, Vance became overestimated. The heating was turned all the way up, making it sweaty and hard to breathe. The smell of who even knows lingering everywhere and attacked Vance's senses. It was extremely noisy, with people chatting, someone playing the piano and old people's clunky shoes hitting the floor loudly as they walked. Vance loved seeing his grandmother, but he was somewhat grateful that he only had to come once a year. "You ok?" Bruce asked, worming his way through Vance's thoughts.

"Yeah. It's just a little stuffy." Vance said as he adjusted his clothes to make it less itchy. His eyes trailed round the room until he landed on a big comfortable chair with a questionable pattern on it. His grandma was sitting in the chair, reading a newspaper. He instantly smiled, walking over to her. "Hey gran." She looked up, her face lighting up.

"Vancey bear!" She beamed, opening her arms for a hug. Vance leaned in but rolled his eyes.

"Don't call me that!" He said, embarrassed as Bruce laughed at him.

"I thought you liked that name." She frowned, but a small grin grew on her face as she spotted Bruce. "Are you going to introduce me or not?" She huffed impatiently. Vance stood awkwardly, clearing his throat.

"Uh, gran. This is Bruce. My -" He paused, picking up Bruce's hand and showing it off. "Boyfriend." Vance's grandma smirked.

"Pleasure to meet you." She put her hand out for him to shake.

"Where's your accent from?" Bruce asked curiously. He found it weird how she sounded nothing like Vance.

"I'm originally from New York." She explained. Bruce nodded, but he still wondered why Vance didn't have it. "I moved to California when I had his mum. That's where she met his shit for brains father." Bruce chuckled softly. "Now. If you were to marry Vance, would you take his last name?"  Vance's eyes grew wide as Bruce's face went bright red.

"Gran! You can't just say that!" Vance covered his face with his hands in embarrassment.

"Why not? It's a normal question." Vance's grandmother defended herself.

"I haven't thought about that." Bruce answered truthfully. Vance really wasn't joking about his grandmother. She hummed.

"Other than asking Bruce awkward questions, how have you been?" Vance groaned, trying to change the subject.

"Some of the bitches in this place said you weren't going to come. I tried to tell em' but they wouldn't listen." She threw her hands in the air. Vance shook his head and smiled.

"You know I'll always come to see ya." Vance reassured her. She nodded and laid back in her chair.

"Do you have a smoke on ya?" She asked desperately. "They won't let me have one here." She complained.

"Yeah. I've got some." Her face lit up. "But they're for me. Not you." She went back to frowning.

"What about you, son? You smoke?" She looked to Bruce, who didn't know what to say or do. He cleared his throat.

"Oh, uh, no." She tutted, disappointedly.

"Keep it that way, kid. It's a bad addition to get into." She huffed, adjusting her position. "Apparently, it's snowing." She grumbled.

"Yeah, it is. Me and Bruce were out in it." Vance stated as he crossed his arms, shifting from one foot to the other. Vance was never much a big fan of snow, but when it falls gently onto Bruce, nipping away at he cheeks, turning them into a pink tint, it doesn't look so bad.

"Do you like snow, Bruce?" She turned her head to look at him. He nodded slightly.

"Yeah. It reminds me of Christmas." He smiled, remembering him and Amy when they were younger playing in the snow, building snowmen, and throwing snow balls at each other. He missed times like that. The last time it snowed, he tried to convince Amy he was too old to do that, and she ended up playing by herself. He wished he didn't tell her that. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Vance's gran groan. "Not a big fan of Christmas?"

"Worst holiday ever." She grumbled. Bruce's lips parted wide, and he stared at her like she's crazy.

"How can anyone hate Christmas? The food's great, and you get to spend time with family and friends." Vance huffed and looked at his feet.

"That's not what my Christmas is like." He said sadly. "I can't remember the last time I was with family for Christmas." Bruce frowned. He couldn't imagine not spending a holiday with his family. "I spent my Christmas alone in a boarding school with the other losers, and that's how it'll be again this year."

"That's not true. You can come with me to Denver." Vance's head snapped up, and he looked to Bruce.

"What?" He tilted his head to the side, trying to tell if he meant it. Bruce smiled sweetly, grabbing Vance's hand.

"Come to Denver with me. Amy hasn't shut up about meeting you since I told her about us, and I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind." Vance pondered the idea in his head.

"I don't know." He said with uncertainty. He didn't want to invade or ruin Bruce's only chance to hang with his loved ones.

"That's ok." Bruce smiled. "We have over a month to decide. But I would really want you to come with me." He ran his thumb over Vance's knuckles.

"Vance. Honey. Could you fetch me a drink?" Vance looked over to her.

"Yeah. What would you want?" She smiled gently.

"Get me anything. I don't mind." Vance nodded and walked away into the kitchen. She watched as he left, waiting until he was out of sight. She turned her head to Bruce, her face going serious all of a sudden. "Bruce. I want you to promise you'll always be gentle and patient with my grandson." Bruce nodded timidly, not expecting her to say that. "I don't know if you know, but he's sick. And he won't ever get better." He swallowed hard. He didn't know that. But he didn't really understand what she meant. "He deserves the world. You better treat him like it."

"I promise I won't do anything to hurt him."

A/n: y'all I actually think I have a problem cus tell my why I have like 7 more stories unpublished. I literally cannot stop writing 😩