Vegas Lights // Brallon

two.

dallon's pov
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God, I can't stand going to school.

it's one way to get away from my dad, sure, but I still hate it.

Everyone wants to ask if I'm okay and why I don't come to class. I fucking hate it.

I might go though. Maybe I can work up the courage to at least talk to him.

Brendon Urie. Brendon fucking Urie. He's been here since 2nd grade and I've had the biggest crush on him since 5th.

I haven't even talked to him. I just keep looking at him. Jon and Spencer keep telling me to pull my shit together and say something but I just can't.

God, I'm in love with him.

I don't wanna talk to him in person. I'll ask the guys for his number if they have it.

The bell rings, and I practically run down the hall to the library.

I see Jon and Spencer waiting for me in our usual spot.

I grab a seat from another table and sit.

"Hey guys, do you happen to have Brendon's number?"

"Damn Dallon, you finally gonna make a move?" Jon teases, and I punch him in the shoulder.

"Yeah give me a second." Spencer pulls out his phone and a piece of paper. He scribbles down some numbers and hands them to me.

"Thanks. So, how's it been?" I pull out my phone.

"Eh, I tried out for the basketball team but I don't think I'm gonna make it," Spencer replied.

He was pretty good at basketball. He played for us last year.

"Shit, that sucks." I pick up the paper and start typing the numbers into my phone.

"Okay, so do I call him right now or text him?" I say, anxiously.

"Dal, calm down. Just wait until you get home. And don't act weird next period, I know you have pe with him. Don't get your balls in a twist. The bells are about to ring soon." Spencer tells me.

And of course, it does. Fuck this. I don't wanna see Brendon.

I have to. I don't have much of a choice.

I sprint down to the gym, and into the locker room as fast as I can.

I quickly scan the room and run into the bathroom.

Let's just hope no one saw me.

I sit in the corner and pull out my phone. Spence told me to wait, but I'm not waiting any longer.

I start typing, being as careful as possible not to make any typos and stuff like that.

hey, Brendon. it's Dallon. I know we never talk but I wanted to ask if you wa-

Just then, someone knocks at the door.

"Dallon? everything okay?"

Holy shit. That voice sounds like-

It's brendon. Shit.

He walks in and notices me sitting on the floor. He sits next to me.

"You've been acting all weird today. You can talk to me."

I'm practically having a panic! attack. a/n I'm sorry I had to

"Dallon?" I shove my phone in my pocket.

"Sorry, I'm just stressed. I'm having trouble talking to someone I want to talk to. I just don't know how. I'm pretty sure he doesn't want anything to do with me." I say to him, clearly very nervous.

"What, do you have a crush on him or something?" He jokingly says.

I'm shaking. I ignore him, but he seems suspicious.

"Wait no way. I was joking. Are you gay?"

"BRENDON!" I shout at him.

"WHAT? IM JUST ASKING???" He laughs.

We both start talking about random stuff before the bell rang. We didn't notice we skipped class.

Brendon gave me his number, but little did he know I already have it.

He asked if I wanted to come over tomorrow after class.

I'm pretty excited to see him tomorrow.