Lost, But Found // Patrick Stump

chapter seven

brendon made it to the restaurant in record time. he was panting in excitement. brendon had always loved adventure, having fun, taking risks.

dallon, meanwhile, had a tight grip on his seat as gasps slipped from his throat, calming him down and returning him to a more normal pulse. he had been very tense and quite nervous the entire drive to the restaurant. he was much more calm and "mature" than brendon, but he knew that that was just brendon being, well...brendon.

"wasn't that fun, dallon?" brendon asked, a wide grin across his face.

"a little bit," he replied with a weak smile. and honestly, it kind of was. dallon had really never done anything like that before.

"see, aren't you glad i asked you to come along? i could have asked one of my other friends. but i chose you, dallon."

"yeah, yeah, i know," dallon said, shrugging it off as if it wasn't a big deal.

"hey, we should periscope the moment!" brendon exclaimed, whipping out his phone. dallon rolled his eyes. only brendon would periscope at a time like this.

"hey everyone," he said into the camera. "i'm at olive garden right now, hanging out with my favorite noodle, dallon."

"hey," dallon said, waving to the camera.

"so dallon, what are we doing today?" brendon asked.

"oh, you know, the usual. eating lunch, writing songs, spying on dates."

"oh, we're not spying. if anything, patrick will be glad i did this."

dallon watched as the comments of brendon's periscope blew up. there were a few, "brallon" comments, and the occasional, "beebo" here and there, but they were mostly, "patrick is going on a date?! oh my god." and dallon couldn't help but laugh.

because something about this entire situation with patrick was just funny.

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"i still don't think it's right for you to do all of this for me," anna protested. they were waiting for a table to be open, with little luck. it seemed as if everyone wanted to eat at olive garden that day.

"like i said before, annabelle, it's really not a problem," patrick said, smiling at her.

"it's just that i've already put you through so much, patrick. and you've already done way too much for me. i don't want to be a burden."

"you're not a burden, anna. you're anything but that. okay?"

"oh, okay," she said, giving in.

suddenly, anna was being pushed right against patrick. she turned to see a man with a long brown beard and a baseball cap standing right next to her. he was accompanied by a younger looking man, who had on the biggest glasses anna had ever seen. he was wearing a huge sweatshirt and a blue beanie.

little did she know that the bearded man was dallon, and the guy with the glasses was brendon.

patrick clearly didn't know either, for he said, "excuse me, sir, but you're not really giving us any room to stand."

"oh, dear. i'm really sorry," dallon said in a high pitched voice. 

brendon couldn't help but snicker, because dallon sounded ridiculous.

"no, no, it's fine," patrick said, smiling at dallon. 

he's acting way too nice, brendon thought.

and then the manager walked over to them. "excuse me, are you patrick stump?" he asked.

"that would be me," patrick replied.