Love at First Sight || d.w

Warmth of Your Lips

Dallon's POV

Once when I was about thirteen or so I started going places on my own. You expect it to be all fine and dandy because you've been there a million times, but with an adult. So you kind of break down because your scared, alone, etc...

That's only sort of how this felt.

I continued looking down at the black screen of my phone covered in several tears. Brendon had asked a few questions, but I couldn't answer. Not in an I don't know matter of things (they were pretty general questions) just in a I literally can not bring myself to talk. It was also becoming hard to breath.

He eventually left the room and returned with Sarah who looked fully aware of what I had told Brendon. And at that point I forced myself to talk.

"Give me the beer."

And it was in my hand, opened, and that's how it went. I sat there and drank with some crying every once in a while. Brendon joined me on the floor and drank with me. We mainly sat there, but every once in a while one of us would say something.

But two am rolled around and we were all laughing (even Sarah who eventually had decided to drink). Laughing hard, and mainly at nothing.

Maybe that's the cure to all our problems. Alcohol and some really good friends.

*****

My phone ringing woke me up at about ten and it took me a moment to realize where exactly I was. Or what had happened.

"Hello?" I half say half yawn.

"Hey, I heard what happened, I'm really sorry. Also your parents- uh mom, is now fully aware of the fact we're not together."

I'm taken aback for a moment, "Kelsey?"

"Yes, Kelsey, did you delete my number or are you no longer checking who calls you?" She retorts.

"Look I'm really not in the mood for this, so unless you're going to chill I'm hanging up."

She starts to apologize or something, but I hang up anyway. I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling fan. It's hard to imagine a world without my dad. I was never really fond or him (or any of my family), but he was still my dad.

At exactly eleven o'clock Sarah walks in and lays next to me, also staring at the fan.

"How are you feeling?"

"Depends, are you asking about my hangover feeling, or my dad feeling? Cause unfortunately I don't feel the same for one as I do the other."

"Both I guess, mainly your dad."

"Dunno honestly, disappointed? Something words can't describe?"

"Understandable. How about the hangover?"

"Fine."

And we lay there for about an hour until Brendon comes in and suggests some breakfast. Which I don't end up eating. Which worries Sarah, but I assure her I'm fine, just not hungry.

"You still want to try and find an apartment today?" Brendon asks.

"Yeah, I don't want to invade your house for more than I need to."

"It really is fine if you stay for a while, we don't mind and have plenty of room," Sarah says gently.

"No no, it's cool, it'll be nice to get back on my feet and just be brand new...alive? I don't know, but seriously as soon as I find an apartment I'll be gone."

She nods and looks back down at her laptop.

"Okay, I'll change and we can get going, do you want to borrow a shirt or something? Or we can stop by your place for you to change? Sarah, love, do you want to come with?"