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

Turn Me On Like A Light Switch

"Hey 'Lex, It's Bren."

"Yeah I know who it is idiot, I can see the caller I.D." I laugh at Alex's sassiness as I twirl a discarded drum stick between my fingers.

"Love you too 'Lex. Anyways, I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a double date with Dallon and I, interested?"

I toss the drum stick in the air and catch it with ease. "Sure, where to?"

"The theatre with those fancy booths, Dal hasn't been there yet so he's looking forward to go."

"Great, we'll meet you there, but how is my sweet child?" I chuckle at the nickname.

"He's uh, doing okay. I'm taking him to a therapist soon, maybe we can get him some anti depressants and stuff like that."

I sit down on the stool in front my drums and start tapping the bass drum with the small pedal.

"Good, I need to see that kid smile, haven't seen him smile since 5th grade." I can almost hear Alex's small sad smile through the phone.

"Yeah, I know, it has been a tough life for him, I'm trying my best to help him out."

"Good. Anyways, see you later Beebs."

"See ya, 'Lex."

I slip my phone in my pocket and start to play a soft beat on the drum set. Soon enough I'm letting the music take over me, blocking everything out. I know I'm sweating like a pig, I can feel the droplets of salt and water run down my forehead. It feels so good, the music, the way the vibration of the drums pass through me.

"You look very sensual like that." A voice says, I look up to see Dallon standing at the entrance of the basement, in nothing but my old oversized hoodie.

"I-Erm-Thanks. Are you just wearing a hoodie?" I stutter. He nods and bites his lip strutting towards me, slowly. I turn in my seat to face him and he climbs onto my lap, I was very aware of his member slowly rubbing onto my thigh as he slightly rocked himself on me. "What's all this?" I ask him as he kisses my neck, rubbing his hands over my sweaty back.

"Just wanted to show how much I loved you." He whispers and kisses me, hands in my hair.

He rubs my already hardened cock through my jeans with his buttock and, God, does it feel like heaven. He moans and does this again, this time I place my hand on his member and start running my hand up and down over it.

"Dallon, you know we can't do that yet," I say as soon as he places his hand on my zipper. "I know, I just want to return the favour of you doing this." So I let him.

I stand up and he gets off of me, straight to his knees. I start to unzip my pants, closing my eyes and biting my lip, fantasizing about how Dallon will feel on me. But then, I hear sniffling. I open my eyes to see Dallon crying, "God, I'm such a slut." He cries.

"I'm a slut! I'm a slut! I'm a slut!" I fall to my knees and pull him into my arms, "Dallon, you are not a slut. Okay? When I asked you what you were doing, you said it was because you wanted to show how much you loved me. And that wasn't because you just wanted to suck me off or anything no, it was because you truly me love me. You, are not a slut." I give him a kiss and tighten my arms around his waist. "I love you so much. God. It's ridiculous of how much I love you."

"I'm sorry. I think too much, I let things get to me. I'm sorry."

"That's okay, let's just go to bed yeah?" He nods and smiles, I pull him into my arms and stand up, walking out of the basement.

Once we arrive into our room, I help Dallon into boxers and shorts. He lays on the bed, fisting the comforter as he watches me take off my pants. Once I slip on my sleeveless pyjama shirt and basketball pants, I lay next to Dallon and give him a kiss on his nose, which made his face scrunch up. "That tickles" he whispers letting a small quiet giggle come out from his mouth. My heart swells up, that sounded like a genuine giggle, not some forced emotion. "I love it when you giggle, and when your nose scrunches up, when you laugh, and when you smile. It's beautiful."  His cheeks immediately flush with so much red, I didn't even know it was possible for someone to be that red. "Thanks. You're uh. You're beautiful, too." He cringe and I laugh. He was so awkward it was too adorable for me.

"We have a big day tomorrow okay, get some rest." He nods and kisses my nose, and after a while of watching him sleep. I unlatch myself from him and walk downstairs to grab my phone. I click on Principal Iero's number and it immediately rings.

"Hello?" his voice was a bit groggy.

"Hey, Mr. Iero, it's Brendon, he agreed on going to a therapist."

I hear another hushed voice in the back. "Frankie, baby, why are you up?" It sounded like Mr. Way, I wanted to chuckle but I bit my tongue as I heard Mr. Iero shush the voice and a door shut.

"Really! Great! I'll set up the appointment for around 3:30 so you two can have the rest of the day."

"Thank you, I think we'll be at school the day after tomorrow, just so he doesn't get used to being out of school."

He hums in agreement and says, "Take care of him, Brendon. I care for him as much, maybe even more than you could believe."

"I will, I will never do anything to harm him." I bite my lip, trying hard to hold back the pool of tears trying to escape my eyes. "Bye, Mr. Iero. See you later." He says bids his farewell and I hang up. I slide down the wall, and look at my lock screen. It was a picture I took a few days earlier of Dallon and I.

He was smiling.

Like really smiling.

It made me smile.

He makes me smile.

He doesn't deserve any of this. He deserves everything. He deserves the world.

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A/N

So I was thinking, about how long this book would be. I was planning on doing like 30 chapters at first, but I wing a lot of the things until I get to near the end. So, here is how it'll go: I will write about 10 more chapters maybe even more, depending on what I read, the music I listen so on and so forth, that's why this is loosely based on Adam's Song by Blink 182. So! This is where you guys- my (hopefully) loyal readers/followers/bebs/friends/lovelies come in, if you wouldn't mind, would you all comment songs, one-shots, and poems (depressing and sad poems would be preferred) so I can get some inspiration. And!1!!1!1!1!1!!1!1!1!1!1!!1!1!1!1! I am currently writing Brendon in Wonderland and I am kinda proud how my writing has improved over a few months. So, hopefully you guys can distinguish how different my writing from 'Blind' to now. OKAY! IM DONE! WOW! THAT WAS A LONG AUTHORS NOTE.

OKAY BYE.

DALLON WEEKES IS HOT AND IS ACTUALLY A SEXUALLY CLOSETED FRUSTRATED TEEN STUCK IN AN 34 YEAR OLDS BODY.

BYE

-TYLER AKA GAY JESUS