the kids aren't alright | brallon a.u | dallon's song |

Make-Up Is Fucking Great For Guys

I wake up, Dallon still in my arms and I smile at the wonderful human being next to me.

It was no doubt that Dallon was gay or at least not straight, I have seen him a couple of women's shirts and pants, and not to mention his hair, it was styled to perfection. And you may think that I'm flamboyant with my bright ass hoodie, Dallon, wears women's crew necks, which look great, but no doubt he wasn't straight. He wears women's Sperry's from time to time, too.

I peck his forehead and he starts to wake up, his electrifying blue eyes staring up at me. "Hey there sleeping beauty, how you feeling?"

He shrugs and cuddles more into me, clearly he's still not one hundred percent awake. And he's clearly not one hundred percent okay. We need to fix that.

"Want to go eat out somewhere?" I ask, he shakes his head and I let go of him, he groans and puts his head more into my chest. "Dallon come on, we gotta eat." I whine, he groans and rolls over to his side, and without any warning he falls off the bed and whines. I giggle and crawl to see if he was okay. He was, he just looked so adorable sprawled out over the hard polished plank floor. I roll over to my side and get off the bed, slipping on my shoes and Dallon comes to sit at the corner of the bed to put on his shoes (women's Sperry's).

I catch myself staring at him and his lovely curves and features. Long, unique legs with beautiful thighs that aren't too thick and not too skinny. Beautiful curvy hips that I loved feeling as we sleep. And no not in the sensual way, in the way were you really want to know someone.

Dallon snaps his fingers to get my attention and when he sees me he giggles. My God, he sounds so cute.

I tilt my head to see what would make him, maybe, more confident and I smirk at him when I figure something out.

"Come with me, Dally."

I grab his hand and pull him into the restroom and pull out a drawer full of make-up.

He looks at me and tilts his head, "Most of these things are my sisters, we share a bathroom, but that doesn't matter." I tell him and grab the liquid eyeliner from the drawer. "Sit here," I pat the spot on the counter next to the sink. He gets on there with no trouble and I spread his legs to get between them and I open the tube of liquid eyeliner. I command and he does as he's told and I apply the eyeliner with no trouble.

I step back to look at him, his blue eyes popping out against his bright blue eyes. He looks so amazing, so hot, so fuck-able.

Stop- He's already going through a rough time, and he's been sexually abused for years, I can't make him feel like I'm just like the others.

"Let's go get something to eat." And with that I pull him off the counter and out of the house.

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We decided, well I decided to go out to watch a movie first, build up hunger there and then go out to eat somewhere else. Dallon wanted to watch a scary movie, which I was totally fine with, I could handle scary movies, but I didn't really know about Dallon; at school he gets scared very easily, but today had to be about him.

We sat in the back to have a better view of the theatre and maybe, I could sneak an old cliché move; the ole', "let-me-yawn-and-slip-my-arm-around-you-to-stretch" move. And hopefully he doesn't just leave me.

The movie starts and about twenty minutes into it, I give a quiet yawn and stretch out my arms, and carefully lay my left arm around him and on looks up at me, he smiles and rests his head on my shoulder, scooting himself closer to me.

As soon as a scary part comes on, he yelps quietly and hides his head in my hoodie. When the part is finished I pat his back and he goes back to his original position; which was his head on my shoulder.

After the movie finishes we walk out of the theatre and to a small Italian place down the road.

We get a small booth in the back of the restaurant and we wait for someone to take out order. Dallon pulls out his phone and types something on it. He hands it to me and it read; 'Why did you put the eyeliner on me?'

"It makes your eyes pop out and it makes you look even more cute." I didn't regret the words coming out of my mouth.

He blushes and types 'Stop making be blush, you don't have the right to'

I smile and wiggle my eyebrows, "Then what can I do to you?" I flirt.

He blushes even harder and playfully slaps my arm, we were interrupted by a waitress coming over to our table, her skirt a little too revealing as she skipped.

"Hi, Welcome to The Italian Kitchen what would you like to order?" She asks, standing up straight, so her skirt would go up a few more centimetres.

"We'll order some stuffed eggplants and two Dr Peppers." I say, she looks at Dallon and says, "Fag? Is that you? Oh my god, you're wearing eyeliner!" Dallon cringes and I snap at her, "Don't you dare call him that!"

"I have the right to, he sucked off my boyfriend and claimed that my boyfriend forced him to do it! Which is a total fucking lie!" She retorts, Dallon shrinks back in his seat, "Bullshit! You're boyfriend forced him to do it, Dallon would never do that!" I shout, now the whole entire restaurant looking at us. Dallon tugs at my sleeve and I could see the tears threatening to come out of his eyes.

I sigh and stand up, "Bitch," I say to her and grab Dallon's hand to pull him out of that hell.

We walk back to our car in the parking lot of the theatre and get it, without saying a word. I hear him sniffle and my heart tightens in my chest, I pull him to my chest to let him cry it out, "It's okay Dallon, don't listen to her. Don't listen to anybody who will make you have a bad day okay?"

He shakes his head and I hear him unleash a damn of heavy sobs. I coo him and rock his body, and I realize that there is more to his hurt, and I don't want to believe it, but I know he has more ways to relapse besides crying. There must be something more. But for now, I need to take it slow.