New Perspective

Chapter 3

Dallon opened his eyes as the sun streamed through his window. He looked down at the snoring dark haired man who was cuddled against him. Though he had been waking up to him for months now, each morning he was mesmerized by his beauty. Brendon rolled over slowly waking up. "Goodmorning sleeping beauty," Dallon laughed. He placed a gentle kiss on Brendon's lips. Brendon grinned his eyes half open. "What time is it," he yawned. "Around seven I think," Dallon responded. "Seven, Dallon how many times do I have to tell you don't wake me up before ten," Brendon whined.
Dallon leaned down and kissed Brendon again. "But what if I want to talk to you," Dallon said. "Wait till fucking ten o'clock," Brendon muttered. He curled back into Dallon's side and closed his eyes. "I love you," Dallon whispered, then he fell back asleep. Brendon smiled before drifting off again.
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Patrick lay next to a sleeping Pete. He combs a hand through his hair and sighs as he gingerly touches the boy's still slightly bruised cheek. A soft smile creeps across the dark haired male's lips. "Morning Trick," he replies sleepily. The blonde pulls his own soft lips to the others.
Pete groans a bit into his lips. "Well thats one way to say good morning," He mumbles lips still pressed against Patrick's. "Mhm." Stump lets out in a dreamy sigh. Pete chuckles finding Patrick's behavior funny. He normally wasn't the one to be so sexual. They begin a little make out session. The young male nibbles on the others lips asking for permission to explore and Pete grants him access. After a while Pete stomach growls embarrassing him, he pulls away slightly "Could you make me breakfast Pattycakes?" He asks shyly. "Of course." Patrick nods.
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Dallon woke up to a warm sensation on his neck. He opened his eyes and saw Brendon kissing up his neck. "It's ten thirty," Brendon whispered when he noticed Dallon was awake. "Aren't you the eager one," Dallon said. Brendon smirked and rolled off of Dallon. "We should go walking, have some fun," Brendon said. Dallon nodded in agreement, and moved to their closet to find something to wear. When they were both dressed they headed into the living room, where Patrick was making breakfast.
"Where are you headed?" Pete asked when he noticed their clothes. "I am taking him out, he has been home watching Netflix for too long," Brendon joked. "Hey you started watching Gossip Girl with me, so I'm not the only one who needs to get out," Dallon laughed. "Well have fun," Patrick smiled as he adjusted his cooking apron.
The two held hands as they walked down the empty street, through the crisp fall air. Brendon led them to a small coffeehouse. "You are going to love this place," Brendon said enthusiastically. . When they walked through the strong smell of coffee beans and the sound of music(the hills are alive with the sound of music la la la la laaaaa). After they had ordered their coffee the two sat at a table in the corner. "I like to come here to relax and sing," Brendon said as he nodded to the stage. A young man was on the stage now his voice enchanting. His hair was a dyed red.
"His name is Gerard he is really good," Brendon nodded. When he was finished singing, Brendon got up and walked over to the stage. He sat at the piano and pulled a mic over to his mouth. "Good morning ladies and gents, I am Brendon Urie and this is one of my works." He began to play a rhythmic thump on the piano and started to sing, "This is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber." His voice was beautifully smooth and deep. Dallon felt a certain awe wash over him and all he could think about was Brendon. "If you love me let me go," Brendon sang with a passion. He got into the song as if each lyric held a part of his soul. He continued on and with each note, Dallon felt his heart grow. "The fear of falling apart," He finished.
Dallon hugged him as he walked off the stage. "That was amazing," he said. Brendon smiled sweetly. "Thank you," He got on his tippy toes and placed a kiss on Dallon's cheek. "Let's go to the park," Dallon said. And with that the two walked hand in hand away from the coffee shop.
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Patrick hums along swaying his hips to the tune stuck in his head. He flips the pancake over onto the plate sliding it towards a hungry Pete. Pete bounces up and down in his seat licking his bottom lip slightly. He eats them as if he were starving to death. "Slow down for god's sake." Patrick shakes his head with a laugh.
The blonde begins to sing making a sort of grunting but musical sound and starts tapping his foot in the other room as Pete eats. He starts to dance not able to contain his energy. He's practically singing nonsense random lyrics in songs he had written on his Soul Punk album."Singing whoa oh oh. This place is my home. But I believe in something. Oh nostalgia I don't need you anymore." He continues rambling on and exaggerating each note. The dark haired boy peeks into the room smiling brightly at how happy the other looked singing and dancing. Music seemed to always be Patrick's passion. He would talk about it non stop to Pete. The older boy could see that the brown eyed boy was happiest writing dancing and singing.
"Excuse me, Trick." He interrupts. "I was wondering if you'd come with me to the record store maybe." Patrick blushes and looks over at Pete with a childlike smile. It was a place they shared precious moments at and would always be special. "How about we have a picnic with the Bren and Dallon afterwards." Patrick suggests. "Alright I'll call them."
They walked hand in hand Pete pushes through the record stores door the bell ringing to tell the worker they were here. Up looks a guy with a curly messy of hair on his head. "Yo its my two favorite dudes." He said standing up to greet them. The taller boy give Pete a friendly pat on the back. "Hey Joe." Patrick waves a bit shyly still not quite yet comfortable with him, but he was warming up.
Pete and Joe are talking and Patrick's not quite paying attention getting a little impatient and wanting to check out the new arrivals. He crosses his arms tapping his foot leaning over and swaying back and forth so he'd bump Pete's arm. "You're like a small child, Lunchbox. An adorable child all anxious." The older male comments making the short boy blush. "I uh just want to see the new arrivals." He replies defensively. Pete nudges his arm encouraging him to go on and look. Patrick grabs his arm dragging him along with him leaving Joe alone at the front register.
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The two males were cuddling on the grass when Patrick and Pete arrived. "You do realize you are in public right?" Pete joked. They separated and helped spread out the huge picnic blanket. "I made some pb&j sandwiches," Patrick said pulling things out of the picnic basket. Each sandwich was shaped different. One was a star, the other was a heart, and another was a circle. "I found all of these sandwich cookie cutters," Patrick said looking down at the shaped sandwiches. He pulled out four bags of chips, and four different flavors of pop, then passed around the food.
"Yum strawberry jam," Pete said as he took a big bite. When Brendon bit into his sandwich the red jelly flowed onto the sides of his mouth. "You got some on your face," Dallon laughed. Brendon tried to wipe it away, but he only resulted in smearing it across his cheek. Everyone burst out in laughter. "You know what fuck it," he grabbed his sandwich and smeared it over his lips like it was lip gloss.
"Babe come give me a kiss," Brendon said turning towards Dallon puckering out his lips. "No leave me alone," Dallon laughed stumbling back to avoid his kiss as Brendon began to crawl closer to him. "Aww babe i thought you loved me, come on it's just one kiss," Brendon laughed he pinned down Dallon, who was squirming underneath him. He placed a kiss right on Dallon's lips causing the jelly to smear all over Dallon's cheeks. Brendon got up with victory leaving a laughing Dallon on the ground.
"I have an idea," Pete said mischievously as he looked down into the basket. He lowered his hand inside as if grabbing something. "FOOD FIGHT!" he yelled chucking what was in his hand. A fat glob of cake slammed on to Brendon's chest. Instantly food was flying everywhere. "My cake," Patrick whined, but soon after he too was throwing cake. Dallon picked up a piece and smashed it right on Pete's hair. "Aw dude I was having a really good hair day and everything," Pete groaned. He grabbed a piece of sandwich and smothered the jelly in Dallon's hair. "You hurt my boyfriend I hurt yours," Brendon grabbed two handfuls of cake and threw them at Patrick. It smashed right into his face, causing him to jump in surprise
Eventually there was no more food to be thrown and so the four of them laid on the picnic blanket. It was in these moments that Dallon felt the perfection. But like all things in the world nothing was ever perfect.
They returned to the house and got all cleaned up. Brendon was combing the last bit of cake out of his hair when his phone rang. "This is Brendon Urie," He said. "Brendon it's me, I need to see you," Brendon's blood ran cold and he stood there in shock. He knew that voice so well, almost better than his own. "I still love you, and I know you do to. Please I know you are there," Brendon stood there silent as tears began to stream down his face. "Ryan," he gasped.