Panic! Attack

Ch. 8

I'm actually updating... sorry about the.. wAIT, I HAVEN'T POSTED A CHAPTER SINCE FEBRUARY. HOLY CRAP! I WILL START WRITING MORE!
Also, this is kind of a part 1 and it's leading up to smut (or smuttish stuff at least...)
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Brendon's POV

I woke up to an annoying beeping noise blaring into my ear. Oh right, I set my alarm last night. I was planning on pestering [y/n] to get me something to drink with the pills, but she wasn't there. After completely unplugging my alarm (I got really irritated by it), I noticed a note and a glass of water on my nightstand (dresser? Idk what they're called. The little table thing people have next to their beds ._.).

The note read:

Hey Brendon,
I didn't wanna wake you, so I wrote you a note instead. Breezy and I wanted to hang out for a while, so I'll be back around 3 and I'll pick you up something to eat. I also got you water to take your medication with.
Love ya

I looked back at my alarm to check the time, but because it was unplugged, it was just flashing 12:00 on it. The thought of getting up made me groan, so I had some water (I already took the pills) and stared at my ceiling for a while. I would've stayed in bed until [y/n] came back, but someone rang the doorbell, forcing me to actually get up.
As I walked (it was more of a hobble) to the front of the house, the doorbell rang again. "Hold on, I'm coming." I mumbled. I looked through the peephole and saw Dallon rocking back and forth on his feet with his hands casually placed behind his back. Should I go put a shirt on first? Nah, I don't think he'll care, he's seen me shirtless plenty of times while on stage. I opened the door and Dallon gave me a quick hug.
"Glad to see you're okay. [Y/n] told me what happened. Anyway, I wanted to stop by and see how you were."
"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better. Come on inside, we haven't hung out it being just the two of us in a while." Dallon smiled and we went over to the couch. "So [y/n]'s out with Breezy?" I said, breaking the short silence.
Dallon nodded and changed the subject to something more... interesting.
"Since you can't really go anywhere because of the incident with [y/n]'s ex, have you two been having some fun?" He smirked at me and I instantly knew what he meant. I looked at the ground and felt my face heat up. Dallon chuckled, "I'll take that as a 'no'. Ya know, she might feel bad saying 'no' to you when you're hurt like this, you could use this opportunity and get something good out of it." Dallon's right. Why didn't I think of this? I guess I was too occupied thinking about the pain I was in that I forgot to think about the pleasure I could be in.
Dallon and I didn't stay on any particular topic for too long; songs we're writing, future tours, the new album, that kind of stuff. It was almost 3 before I knew it, and Dallon left to pick up Knox and Amelie from school. I turned on the tv, but didn't pay any attention to whatever crap was on. I was thinking about what Dallon said earlier and started coming up with a plan for when [y/n] came home.

Reader's POV
It was a bit past 3, but I knew Brendon wouldn't care. I walked inside and called out his name, "Beebo, I'm home." (I knew he didn't really like that nickname all that much, but that just made me want to call him it more.) I went up stairs right on time to see Brendon come out of the bathroom, loosely wearing a towel around his waist. I pretended not to notice, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Looks like you're feeling better. I brought home some food from [your favourite restaurant], it's on the table." I tried to look casual as I went into the guest room (which is where I sleep. Brendon asks me to sleep in his bed, but I always get too nervous and say no; except for last night, but that was because I wanted to make sure he was okay). I was about to close the door, but Brendon stopped me.
"I haven't seen you all day, I think I deserve better than a quick kiss on the cheek." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He stopped and looked confused when I started giggling.
"Could you at least dry off first? You're getting my shirt all wet!"