Dear Mr Urie (A Brallon fic)

11. Just A White Blood Cell Fighting Like Hell For You

(Brendon's Pov)

"Yo fags! Go fuck somewhere else, worthless pieces of shits."

A bark sliced through the crisp winter air and echoed in the walls of my mind. I drew my hands back from Dallon's sides and clenched them into fists. He must have noticed the change in my expression as he hurriedly wrapped his long, slender fingers around my fists and urged me in a soothing whisper to walk away before a scene erupted. Despite feeling indignant, I let myself get dragged away by Dal.

"Yes that's right, let yo' tall ass momma drag you home so she can give you a good spanking." Shrieks of laughter erupted from behind us. I narrowed my eyes, feeling my face burn up a hundred different shade of red. Dallon's grip on my wrists grew firmer but the fireballs of animosity in the pits of my stomach burned stronger. His nails scratched my skin as I yanked my wrists free, and I spun around. No one fucking talks about my baby like that. 

Dallon's desperate pleas were drowned out behind me as I marched towards the sniggering group of teenage boys. As I grew nearer and nearer, the sneering drained out, each one turning to stare at me. Not so funny now that they've seen my face huh.
Finally, I reached the crowd, scanning each timid face until my eyes fell upon the boy standing in front of me, quivering lips betraying his obvious attempts to maintain an aura of nonchalance.

"What did you just say..?" I glared at him. "I-I uh" He hesitated. For a second I felt sorry for the kid and thought about letting him off with a warning. After all, he did look pretty shaken up. His friend, a shorter boy with blonde hair from behind nudged him with his foot. "Dude, Shane, you've really done it now." A chorus of "yeah Shane"s echoed around. This must have fuelled Shane up again as he looked back up to meet my eyes, a flash of anger disguising his hurt ego.

"I said," He began with a shaky breath. "I said your boyfriend is a fucking pussy. You and your boyfriend both." His imbecile friends started whooping and shrieking again, but in my head I silenced them out, only focusing on the dickhead standing before me.

My nails dug into the skin of my palm as my knuckles greeted his jaw. The powerful impact flashed me back to a time, a time where 13-year old Brendon got into trouble at school for punching a boy - correction - an asshole , for calling his friend Sarah a whore. His parents were clearly unimpressed when they were called down to the headmaster's office.

Amidst the stunned silence, a soft voice spoke up from behind me. "So much for being a pussy." I stared down at my hands in a daze, a little more than marginally worried about pissing Dallon off.

The ride home was awful. Dal stared ahead the whole time as he drove, his fingers tapping the steering wheel monotonously from time to time. When we reached my car, he held his palm out, wordlessly asking for the keys. I surrendered it meekly, and climbed into the passenger seat beside him, feeling like a kid who had disobeyed his parents.

"Dallon." I gulped. "Dallon I'm sorry. I just... I can't let anyone talk about you like that."

Dallon scowled for a few seconds, fingers clenching around the wheel. Then he sighed, slumping his shoulders forward. "You could've hurt someone really badly Bren... or worse, get hurt yourself." I let my head hang.

"Hey." He parked the car and reached out to take my face in his hands. "I'm just not worth risking your pretty face over." I looked up to meet his eyes. His hypnotising blue eyes. Oh but you are, I wanted to argue. I'd fight for you, I'd fight anyone. But the words never left my tongue and the only thing my lips found when they parted was his.

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