Dear Mr Urie (A Brallon fic)

5. Nine In The Afternoon

I wake the next day, taking extra long to pick out my clothes. I finally settle for a white button-up shirt and black bow tie, along with my black skinny jeans. I prefer dressing smartly, rather than throwing on some baggy t-shirt and sagging my trousers down my butt, just like how the popular guys did. And apparently that was a problem for them, mocking the way I dress and attempting to snatch my bow tie at times. I sigh as I run my fingers through my dark brown hair, smoothening and shaping my fringe. Oh well, I thought. At least my butt is covered.

The day passed relatively smoothly, yet painfully slow. Apart from Alex, one of the football jocks, shoving past me while walking down the hallways, nobody said anything to me, let alone touched me. Math was ending in 10 minutes and I had finished the set of questions Mr Crawford had assigned us to do. I tapped my fingers on the wooden table nervously, realising that I had English next, before pulling out my notebook to keep myself preoccupied.

Dear Mr Urie

I jerked up when the school bell rang, signalling the end of class. Realising I had spent 10 minutes lost in my thoughts and tapping my pen on the table, I sighed and gathered my things.

I timidly walked into Mr Urie's classroom with sweaty palms gripping tightly onto my books. I looked across the room quickly, spotting him behind a stack of test papers, grading the papers with his head down. The embarrassment that had faded away last night when I um, yeah, sunken in again as I turned bright red. I slumped in my seat, not daring to look up again. 

5 Minutes passed and Mr Urie got up from his desk to return us the papers. As he handed me mine, his eyes briefly locked onto mine and made a tiny motion with his fingers that indicated for me to turn the paper. Puzzled, I flipped the paper over. At the bottom of the paper were the words marked in pencil:

"So about yesterday...
Meet me in the parking lot after school? We'll talk at my house."

I looked up to find his eyes on me from across the room, giving me a tiny, hopeful smile. How could I say no? I nodded slightly and watched his eyes sparkle. God he was so cute.

I was left to anxiously tug at my shirt and fix my bow tie while Mr Urie rambled on about literary devices until the bell rang. I packed up and glanced at him. The corners of his lips curved up slightly and I found myself grinning nervously.

"Hey" He gestured for me to follow him, looking slightly out of breath. I returned the greeting shyly and hopped into his car. The ride back to his place was quiet again, with neither of us knowing what to say.

(Brendon's Pov) *They're in his house*

"Are you hungry, Dal?" I asked, finally breaking the silence. His tummy grumbled in response and I chuckled. Dallon was blushing again. God he was cute. "Wanna help me make some pancakes?" I asked and his face lit up. "It's always time for pancakes!" He grinned. If I wasn't sure of my feelings before, I sure as hell was now.

I guided him to the kitchen and gathered the ingredients and utensils needed for the pancakes. While Dallon whisked the batter, I snuck up behind him and poked him in the ribs, and the taller boy yelped. I smirked cheekily when he turned around, surprised, before an impish smile crossed his face and smeared the batter on my nose."Oh!" I gasped. Setting his bowl down, he began to giggle but his giggles turned into shrieks of laughter as I attacked his sides mercilessly.

"Please- hAHAhaa PLEASE stop Mr Urie" He panted and we collapsed on top of each other in fits of laughter. I frowned slightly. "Don't you think it's a little weird that I'm laying on top of you here and you're calling me Mr Urie?" I asked, adjusting myself so I was face to face with the blue eyed boy. "I'd prefer you call me Brendon when we're not in school." Dallon smiled. "Brendon." I loved the way my name rolled off his tongue.

We laughed and found out more about each other while the pancakes sizzled in the pans. Undeniably, they tasted absolutely heavenly. I cleared my throat after taking a sip of water.

"Dal, about yesterday.." I started awkwardly, mimicking my own words in the little note I scribbled at the bottom of his paper earlier on. I was at a lost for words. His beautiful eyes searched mine inquisitively and I whispered softly, fingertips brushing the smooth skin of his cheek delicately. 

"You've always stood out in the crowd. You and your incredibly blue eyes. You never had much to say but your eyes spoke the loudest, clear and expressive. You're always scribbling in your little notebook, sometimes with the corners of your lips twitching as if you're about to smile. You think nobody's watching you or paying attention to you, I'm captivated by you, the way you're so gentle and kind... You're so beautiful Dallon, you're so quietly beautiful." I watched his lips quiver and his blue eyes shine even brighter than they've ever shone. His eyes darted downwards for a second as he reached out to trace circles on the back of my hand.

"No one's ever said something like that to me before." He admitted, a light pink dusting his cheeks. "No one pays attention to me... Except you." His head lifted and our eyes connected for a split second before his gaze flitted over my mouth. I closed the gap between us and felt the electricity in my lips as his warm mouth found mine. He melted perfectly into me and I leaned back to rest my head on the arm rest of the couch. 

We spent the rest of the afternoon that way, Dallon curled up into my chest and his long, slender legs hanging off the end of the couch. I ran a hand through the younger boy's dark, slightly wavy hair and placed a kiss on top of his head. He looks downright angelic asleep, and I held him closer, a sense of protectiveness sweeping over me.

A/N: hEY GUYS sorry for not updating the past few days but I hope this long, fluffy chapter had you smiling like I was writing this (: See you next chapter!