New Perspective

Chapter 1

Dallon laid on the couch and stared at the tv screen and a sudden wave of normalcy washed over him. He realized it was Saturday night and instead of going out and doing anything, there he was sitting on his couch watching Netflix. He pushed his floppy brown hair out of his eyes, and climbed off the couch. He walked over to his room, passing his roommate's room that had music blaring out of it. He peeked his head in to see Patrick, writing lyrics. Dallon just smirked and continued on to his room.
He looked into his mirror and stared at the averageness of his clothes. A simple t-shirt and some pajama pants. Filled with a burst of random adrenaline he ran over to his closet and chose the perfect outfit. He strutted over to Patrick's room and swung the door open. Patrick jumped and looked up with fear.
"You and me are going out tonight," Dallon said. Patrick shook his head.
"No I'm working on song lyrics for my album," Patrick huffed.
"Pat, man, you can't just stay in here forever, you have to make yourself known in order to be discovered," Dallon joked. "Plus, don't you just want to live your life."
Patrick stopped and considered what Dallon said. With a sigh he hoisted himself out of bed.
"I'll be out in 10 minutes then we can go."
Club Fuse was the hottest club in town, and Dallon could see why. People were everywhere, the bartenders served up the best drinks, and the songs were amazing. But Dallon did not notice that, instead he noticed one male who was dancing on the dance floor. He danced like he owned the dance floor, his body swinging in perfect time to the music. And for a quick second his eyes flicked over to meet Dallon's blue ones. Then they flicked away almost with pain.
"Well you brought me out we might as well start drinking," Patrick said. He dragged Dallon over to the bar.
A young bartender turned around and flashed a bright smile. "What can I get for you boys?" she said winking at Patrick, he blushed a bright red and looked down adjusting his glasses. Dallon just grinned, "We could use a round of shots." Patrick looked up at him in disbelief. "Looks like you guys are in for a hell of a night," She said. "Look I'm all for this whole 'living live thing' but i am not up to repeating that one spring break we had."
The bartender arrived again, handing them their drinks. "Well bottoms up," and with that Dallon and Patrick threw their drinks back. As the last burning drop flowed down Dallon's throat he knew he was in for a hell of a night. "You want to go dance," Dallon asked Patrick. He shook his head no, so Dallon walked awkwardly over to the dance floor by himself. He slowly started to dance along to the rhythm. Suddenly a girl walked over and began to dance on him. Dallon awkwardly shifted on his feet. He didn't want to hurt the girls' feelings but he was not very interested.
"He's with me," came a deep voice from behind him. Dallon jumped and turned to look down at the man from before. His deep brown eyes looked even better up close. "Sorry Kaitlyn go suck someone else's dick." She gasped and stomped away. "Nice to meet you I am Brendon Urie," he grinned.
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Patrick sighs as Dallon walks awkwardly towards the dance floor. He orders one more shot throwing it back. He thanks the bartender and stalks towards the dance floor. He tries to peek over the crowd for his room mate. Patrick spots him with another looking quite distracted. With a wave of his hand he decides to leave without telling Dallon.
Outside the air is crisp with a slight breeze blowing through Patrick's bleached blonde hair. He shivers slightly shoving his hands into his pocket. He begins to walk down the street a bit wobbly from the intoxicating drink. When he's just about to lose his balance and land in a puddle of mud a firm hand grips Patrick.
"Careful," a smooth voice cautions Patrick. "What's a guy like you doing out here all alone?" Patrick spins around to see the face of the person who saved him from making a complete fool of himself causing his vision to blur a bit from the too quick movement.
Patrick gasps at the sight of the male's face. His cheek is a dark purple bruised badly as if he got popped a good one. "Your face..." He says in a soft whisper. The guy turns his head to the side quickly and huffs dropping his hand. Patrick stumbles slightly from the loss of his grip that was keeping him steady.
"Just a little bruise," He shrugs. "you never answered my question." He looks to the bleach blonde with accusing eyes. Patrick clears his throat standing tall, the other was a little taller and he couldn't let him intimidate him. "Well why can't I? I'm a big boy." he crosses his arms defiantly. The dark haired male shakes his head laughing.
Patrick and the other talked for a while soon getting to the apartment building. Patrick learns that his name is Peter Wentz but prefers Pete. He tells little about what happened to his face. Only that it was just some drunk guys wanting to blow off steam. Patrick didn't believe this story but decided not to investigate any further.
Pete leans on the railing of the steps to the front door of the building. Patrick stands hands in his pockets not helping the clamminess. "Why don't you come in," he offers with a nervous smile. "I can get you some ice for that bruise." Pete smiles gratefully at his invitation and nods.
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The night was amazing. Dallon was currently pressed against a Brendon Urie swaying with the beat. Needless to say he had a few more drinks and wasn't in a perfectly logical state of mind. Brendon had his hand on Dallon's back slowly edging it's way to his butt. Dallon leaned forward to connect their lips. Kissing Brendon was like no other feeling Dallon had ever experienced. Their tongues interlaced, and their bodies pressed firmer against each other. Brendon grabbed the crotch of Dallon, causing a moan to escape his lips. Dallon leaned down to kiss Brendon's neck when Brendon stopped.
Dallon looked down and realized that Brendon was crying. "What's wrong did I hurt you," Dallon said nervously he looked down at Brendon. "No it wasn't you. I need to go, I shouldn't have come." Brendon said. "Here is my number call me tomorrow." He placed a gentle kiss on Dallon's lips before turning and leaving. Dallon blinked in confusion, looking down at the slip of paper with sharpie digits. He stumbled out of the club, but Brendon was long gone. Dallon called a taxi, and got in when it arrived.
All through the drive home all Dallon could think about was Brendon's broken look as he cried. The single tear that ran down his molded cheek. He paid the taxi cab, and rode the elevator in silence up to his apartment. He opened the door to find see Patrick touching a bruised man's face. Hearing the door, Patrick pulled his hand back and looked down embarrassed.
"I can expl-" Patrick started. "No it's fine," Dallon said with a bittersweet tone. He walked back over to his closet and pulled on another pair of average pajamas. He looked at the little slip of white paper that was lying next to his phone. He knew Brendon had said tomorrow but he couldn't resist. The phone rang multiple times before the standard voice mail message came on. "You have a hell of a lot of explaining to do," Dallon said. He hung up, and then laid down. He soon fell asleep, with dreams filled with Brendon Urie.
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Patrick looked sheepishly down at his lap. "I forgot to mention. I have a roommate." he says softly in almost a whisper. Pete smiles sweetly giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "its alright." Patrick's cheeks become warm and he can't help but smile at the sweet gesture.
"I should be getting home." He says standing up from his spot on the couch. "No!" Patrick interjects quickly. "I mean you shouldn't have to walk home this late. You can sleep on the couch." Pete scratches the back of his neck. "You sure?" he nods and goes to get him a blanket out of his room.
When he comes back he finds Pete is already sound asleep. Patrick lays the blanket over the male gently and goes to his room to go to bed himself changing into boxers and a t-shirt before he laid down.