sick ☢ brallon

4.

Dallon stepped out of his car and closed it behind him. Walking on the gravel up to Brendons house. The house was pretty big, and white. Too much space for one person to live in. He must get lonely.

Dallon finally reached the front door and opened it. He walked in and immidiatly got hit with the strong smell of Lysol and Handsanitizer. Dallon was suprised if Brendon didnt get high off of how strong the smell was.

Dallon then shook out the thought and started making his way up his stairs after kicking off his shoes.

"Beebo im here!" Dallon sung as he marched his way up the stairs.

He then heard Brendon groan.

Dallon sighed and once he finally made it up the stairs pushed open Brendons door.

There he saw a sick Brendon. Pale, small, and tired, lying in his bed.

Dallon gave Brendon a simpathetic smile and Brendon tried his best to smile, wich rurned out to be lopsided.

"Hey Brenny" Dallon cooed as he took a seat next to Brendons lying body on the matress.

"Hi Dall." Brendon lopsidedly smiled. His voice cracked and went out.

Dallon turned his head.

"Have you eaten?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"No." Brendon shook his head.

"Ill make sone soup, itll help youre throat," Dallon suggested as he got up off of Brendons bed to go make him some soup.

"Thanks Dallon.." Brendon smiled.

"No problem, anytime." Dallon said as he walked out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen.

This.

Was.

Going.

To.

Be.

A.

Long.

Day.