Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

Medicine (Unedited)

(a/n: I have had the shittiest day ever and I found out I have no friends)

*BRENDON POV*

From Emo King:

Dude bonfire tonight at 5, I expect you and the bean pole to be there.

To Emo KIng:

I'm assuming everyone is bringing guitars

From Emo King:

Duh, and Tyler is bringing his ukelele cause he's strange

To Emo King:

Let me guess gosh is bringing his box thingy

From Emo King:

You bet, oh and bring chips Joe ate all mine.

To Emo King:

K, later Wentz

Gosh that kid was weird, but it would be good to get Dallon out of the house to hang out with his friends. It had been two weeks since the doctor put him on all the medication and he had been doing okay. His cuts were healing and he seemed to be a bit happier, but he didn't eat as much anymore and was starting to shed pounds. It worried me to see him like this, I knew I could get him to eat tonight, Pete always had pizza had these parties and Dallon loved pizza.

We were taking a nap on the couch, well he was. His medicine would keep him awake at night sometimes, so I took every excuse to get him more sleep. It was 11am, we had a while until we had to be at Pete's, but I figured I should do something nice for my giraffe. I wiggled myself out of his grasp, replacing my spot with a pillow when I noticed he was blindly searching for something to hold.

I hobbled my way into the other room, balancing on my crutches as I searched through cabinets. Dallon's sister walked into the kitchen as I was looking around in the pantry. She looked like she was out partying last night, I noted to make a little bit of extra food just in case she wanted any.

"Dallon getting any better?" She asked her voice slightly hoarse.

She was the only one of Dallon's family members who actually knew what was going on, probably cause she was the only one that cared. I never knew what exactly what caused Dallon's parents to stop caring about him, I just figured it was a sensitive subject. But Hannah had practically raised him since he was 10, when he was 10 the anxiety started.

"He's getting more sleep, I'm gonna try to get him some actual breakfast today, does he like muffins or should i just make waffles?" I asked pulling out a box of chocolate chip muffins.

"He likes muffins, oh and put some whip cream on the top, I don't know where he got the idea, but he loves it." She laughed, pouring herself a cup of coffee, "I'm glad he's doing better, and I'm glad he's has you, that poor kid has had so much shit in his life, he needs someone to tell him they love him everyday, to remind him he is important to someone."

"I love him so much, it kills me when he thinks he's unloved and unimportant. If it weren't for him I'd be stuck out on the streets right now. Or dead." I muttered the last part under my breath.

I would get my cast off in a few days, maybe after I was all better we could just forget the situation. But I would never forgive the bastard who put us here, I swore to myself he could never lay a finger on Dallon even if it killed me, and I intended to keep that promise.

"He loves you to, I see it every time he looks at you. You're the best thing that ever happened to him, I don't think I've ever seen him happier than when he's with you." Her hand brushed kindly across my shoulder and she slipped out of the room without another word.

I gathered all my ingredients and utensils by hopping around the kitchen on one foot. After all the needed items were scattered on the island, I hoisted myself up and sat with my legs crossed and the bowl in front of me. This was going to be a little messy, but I was determined to do something nice for him.

Well, I ended up with batter all over my t-shirt and splattered across the counter, but the muffins were done and had whipped cream dolloped on top. Just in time for me to here Dallon stir in the living room. I placed his breakfast on a plate and staggered into the other room on one crutch.

"Morning tol bean" I smiled and sat his food down on the coffee table. " We have been formally invited, via text message, to Pete's bonfire tonight, so eat up and then we need to got the grocery store."

I grinned when I noticed Dallon's excited reaction to the two muffins smothered in whipped cream.

"How did you know?" He stared bewildered at me

"Hannah helped, well she said muffins with cream over waffles." I smiled a little.

"Thank you." He mumbled around a mouthful of muffin.

I nodded and mumbled a 'you're welcome' before limping off in search of Dallon's medication. When I returned with the two orange bottles he looked at me strangely.

"I don't think I need those today, I'm feeling really happy today." He gave me an adorably goofy smile.

"Okay, but I'm keeping them with us just in case" It had been a long time since he had been happy.

I put the bottles on the table and went off to get dressed. I was soon joined by Dallon who couldn't decide which pair of black skinny jeans to wear. He finally settled on his darkest pair with a white short sleeve button up and a bow tie. He looked so fucking hot in bow ties.

I decided on a pair of black jeans and a white sweater with buttons on the shoulders. I looked at myself in the mirror to fix my my hair, noticing it was getting quite long.

"I think I'm gonna get a haircut" I pulled at my fringe, trying to get it to go the right way, like Ryan's, his hair was perfect.

"Which one?" Dallon straightened his bow tie beside me.

"Fuck you" I giggled, nudging him with my shoulder.

"So why do we need to go to the store?" He adjusted his hair in the mirror

"Joe ate all of Pete's chips" I responded, grabbing my shoes out of the corner.

"Why am I not surprised?" He laughed.

Goddamnit did I love his laugh.

(a/n: sorry for the annoying constant updates, it just helps me)