The Drug I Can't Give Up // A Brallon Fanfiction

Chapter sixteen /

My arms slipped around his waist, pulling him close to me and squeezing him tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"We're only going to be apart for a few hours, don't worry." Brendon said, tiptoeing up and pressing a kiss to my forehead before letting go of me.

I pouted at the boy. I didn't want to leave him. Today had been so amazing this far, and I was already aching for his touch again. But I had to head home to change clothes for tonight, for our date.

I got seated in my car and Brendon leaned in through the open window.

"I'll pick you up at seven, alright?" He told me, and I nodded. I was about to press a kiss to his lips, but he pulled back too soon. He shot me a smirk, and I sent him a glare, before pulling out on the street.

I still wasn't sure of mine and Brendon's relationship, and I hadn't dared to ask him yet. We weren't officially a couple, but we'd already exchanged 'I love you's and kissed each other at least one time while not being drunk.

So what were we? I wanted to say boyfriends, but I knew that wasn't correct. Thinking deeper into it (something I shouldn't be doing), I didn't even know if you could say we were friends with benefits.

Brendon had seemed so tensed, confused and a bit zoned out while I had been with him. I began wondering if he really did love me, or if that just was made up in the heat of the moment. Or maybe, it was just me and my overthinking.

I shrugged it off as I pulled into the driveway of my house. I stepped out of my car and made my way to the house, unlocking the front door and stepping inside. I left my shoes by the door and walked upstairs to look through my closet.

As I browsed between the hangers with different blazers, shirts and sweaters hanging on them, I realized I had a lot of similar clothes. Brendon's closet was different, filled with colors and different types of brands. I had a color scheme, but it was mostly black, white and grey stuff and most of it came from the same stores.

I sighed and picked out a grey button-up shirt, a blood red bow tie, together with a pair of black, tight trousers and a pair of black, leather dressed Tom Ford shoes.

I repeated the process by placing my clothes on the bed as I headed for the shower. It was just like yesterday, but this time, it was different.

I turned on the shower, stripped down and stepped inside. The water stung against my skin for being so cold, but I didn't really mind. It soon became warmer, and I relaxed.

I washed my body with a soap that smelled like vanilla and for my hair, I just took my usual, coconut-scented shampoo and conditioner.

As I rinsed out my hair, I thought about what Brendon had planned for our date. Maybe we were going out for dinner, or just watching a movie down at the theatre. I didn't really know him when it came to dates and romance.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back out to my bedroom.

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I heard the familiar car honk outside my house and looked out the window. Brendon was leaning by the door, hands in his pockets and eyes on my front door. I couldn't let him wait.

I grabbed my things, opened up the door and stepped out. Once he spotted me, a smile creeped over his lips.

"Hey." He said, once I reached his car.

"Hi." I said, shoving one of my hands in my pockets as I held my leather jacket in my other one.

"Ready to go?" He asked with a smile and I nodded as I walked over to the passenger seat. Brendon followed me and opened the door for me.

"Oh, what a gentleman." I grinned as I got seated in the car and Brendon giggled.

Brendon Urie, who allowed you to be such a cute, giggling, walking treasure?

I looked over at the smiling boy as he sat down in the drivers seat and started the car.

And how did I, Dallon Weekes, the complete opposite, end up here, in his car on our way to a first date?

I took in all his beautiful features. How perfect his jawline were, smooth but still sharp. How his skin color was warm and brown, but not too tanned. His eyes filled with a dark color, but not intimidating, only welcoming. The front of his hair that always was slicked back but not completely flat, just a little, while the rest of it was curled in a messy way, but still looked classy.

I looked away as I saw him glancing at me in the corner of his eye, and asked if I could put on some music instead. He nodded and I picked up my phone, plugged it in and found the playlist named 'Panic!' on my iTunes app.

I chose 'Let's Kill Tonight', thinking it kind of fitted the situation. Because if I knew Brendon correctly, we would definitely rock the town tonight, even if we were on a date.

The corner of his lips tugged up into a smile as he heard the familiar tune playing and I couldn't help but smile when he looked over at me.

"Sing for me, Dallon." He said, and in a way he was asking for it, but at the same time commanding me to do it.

"Why?" I wondered, a faded blush covering my cheeks.

"I like it when you sing." He smiled. "Your voice is calming, and just... I like it."

"Thank you." I looked down, feeling a rush of happiness shake through my whole body, before I did what he asked for.

"May your feet serve you well, and the rest be sent to hell, where they always have belonged..."

Brendon had leaned his head back by now, shooting me a smile every now and then as he listened to me singing.

"Fate will play us out, with a song of pure romance,"

I didn't really understand how he enjoyed hearing me sing. I didn't really have a 'special' voice, just a regular one. Brendon, for that matter, had the voice of a fucking God. I loved his voice a lot.

"Stomp your feet and clap your hands... Let's kill tonight! Kill tonight!"

"Show them all you're not the ordinary type, let's kill tonight!" Brendon chimed in and I stopped singing. I looked over at the boy who continued to sing with a big smile on his lips and I giggled quietly.

How could you not love this man?