There's No Way I Can Explain This Love «brallon»

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"Mom, will you be here for my birthday party?" Dallon was trying not to pay attention to the little girl standing in front of him at the queue. Mondays weren't his greatest days, he only wanted coffee and get to work as soon as possible.

"Ok, mommy. I love you!" The kid passed the phone to his father who spoke with his wife for a few seconds and hung up.

Well darling, at least you're not going to be alone.

His morning was already ruined. His bad mood was probably not gonna change and he didn't really feel like being happy that day.

"Good morning... Dallon, right?" While he was immersed in his head, the girl had ordered. Now it was his turn and the guy who always made his coffee was staring at him with his big brown eyes and holding a cup.

"Hm, yeah. That's my name... Boyd?" He looked at the tag in the other's shirt.

"Oh God, don't call me that. This is just a joke. I'm Brendon." He smiled at Dallon. He told him his order which was the same one he bought every morning and paid. Brendon smiled knowingly and started doing his coffee. "I think it'd be nice if we knew each other's names. I mean, you come here almost every day so..."

"Yeah, it's fine."

Dallon had been going to the little coffee shop for three weeks on a row. The coffee was good but that wasn't the only reason why he had been coming back everyday.

"Here is your order. Have a good day, Dallon." They smiled one more time at each other and the tall guy got out, heading to work.

Even though he hadn't had a conversation longer than five minutes with him, Dallon felt attracted to Brendon since the first time he stepped in the place. His brown hair always on point and wide eyes of the same color. The kind tone he used with the costumers. Unfortunately, Dallon wasn't brave enough to ask him out so the little chat they just had was the closest he had been to becoming friends with him so far.

Still, Brendon had managed to make him forget about whatever had made him mad with some words and smiles. Who would have imagined it.

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He didn't really have close friends here.

Sometimes he'd go out with his coworkers but it wasn't very often. Most of the time he would stay at home watching tv, reading or playing his bass. Music was his only real companion. He could play and sing without stopping for a whole weekend.

His birthday was in 5 days and he was going to be alone. He had been alone since he moved from his parents' house to the other side of the country. It wasn't anything new for him.

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He got out of his apartment too early the next day. There were fewer people than usual on the street so he decided to walk around.

Ten minutes later, his feet had brought him to the same coffee shop for his usual drink. It was 6:30 am so it wasn't full of people and most of the tables were empty.

He went to the counter where Brendon was reading a magazine and hadn't noticed him yet. "Hey."

The boy's head snapped to look at him and smiled. "Hi, good morning! Why are you so early here?"

"I don't know." Dallon got his hands out of the pockets of his coat and leaned on the counter. "Didn't want to stay at home for too long."

"Oh, well. The same as always?"

"Yeah, thank you." He paid and went to sit at one table at the center.

He had one hour to spare before having to go to work. Why did he wake up so early? He couldn't remember. At least there he was going to be able to see Brendon for a while. He wasn't as creepy as he sounded.