A First For Everything (Dallon Weekes Imagine)

Chapter Three

After talking for a while longer, you got out of bed and got ready for the day. There was no show tonight, but the band had planned a day out on the town. After getting dressed in your typical outfit which consisted of black skinny jeans, some t-shirt with a sarcastic remark on it, and a plaid flannel, you walked to the full-length mirror that hung on the wall, fixing some last details of your outfit

"Do I look okay?" You ask nervously, fixing your shirt and trying to make yourself look most presentable. He stood behind you, snaking his arms around your middle and resting his head on yours. 

"You look beautiful." He smiled fondly at your reflection for a moment, then turning you around and turning his attention to you. He said nothing for quite some time, but his smile made up for it. He brushed some stray hair from your face, tracing his fingers across your cheekbones then down to your lips, gently brushing them as he slowly leaned in... only to be disrupted by a loud knock at the door. Dammit. 

"Come on, losers! Let's go!" Brendon called through the door. You both rolled your eyes, pulling apart as you reach for your purse and your sunglasses. The moment Dallon put his hand on the door lock, you stopped him quickly.

"Should we tell anyone about... us?" You whisper, hoping Brendon couldn't hear anything. "Brendon won't ever leave us alone if he finds out." He laughs quietly, removing his hand from the door and using it to tip up your chin.

"It'll be fine.  He bent down to give you a reassuring kiss, opening the door with the other hand. When he pulled away, he smiled down at you and put his arm around you.

"HA! I told you!" Sarah  yells, dancing around like a child and punching Brendon playfully. Your head spins quickly to face them, your cheeks blushing brighter than ever. You look back at Dallon with your mouth wide open, only now realizing that he opened the door WHILE you were kissing, and he most likely did it on purpose. 

"I told you! What did I say? I said it wouldn't only take them one night to get together if they had time to themselves." She answers her own question before giving her husband the chance to even open his mouth. "Pay up, babe." 

"I have to admit, Dallon." Brendon says, pulling out his wallet to hand a twenty dollar bill to Sarah, who smiles smugly as she puts it in her back pocket. "You work fast." Dallon bows, earning laughter from everyone, and shuts the door behind him. As you follow Brendon and Sarah out of the hotel, your newfound boyfriend puts his arm around you again, kissing the top of your head and pulling you close. 

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You went to all the biggest attractions in Seattle;  the Seattle Aquarium, Pikes Place Market,  the Space Needle, The EMP (Experience Music Project), and your favorite, Alki Beach. As cheesy as it was, you loved walks on the beach. After a long day of sightseeing and shopping (more like Dallon spoiling you at all of the fandom merch stores), Sarah and Brendon went back to the hotel, but the two of you stayed out to explore a little bit more. It was a bit late, so the sun had gone down but now the moon was shining off of the surface of the ocean. 

You walked with him, his arm around your waist once again, your side pressed against his. For a long portion of the walk, no words were exchanged. That was one of the things you loved about him. You didn't always need to talk, and you didn't always need to be making out to be having a good time with him. Just being there with him, touching each other, knowing that the man you love, the man you loved since the day you met him, loved you back. 

Shortly, you and Dallon were laid on the sand, listening and watching the waves crash rhythmically onto the shore, slowly lulling you to sleep.  You laid with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, rising and falling to the time of his breaths. That seemed to be your thing with him. But it wasn't something you would ever complain about. You loved the way that your body fit perfectly into his, you loved the way his hand felt tangled in yours, the way that your head fit perfectly in between his neck and his shoulder, and the way that his lips were soft and warm and they clashed perfectly against yours. While you were lost in your thoughts, you were hypnotized to sleep. But shortly before you were coaxed out of consciousness, you could have sworn you heard him say,

"I love you."