Hidden Expectations

Is It Really You - Chapter 1

(Dallon POV)

         It had been 4 years after Panic! broke up. Dallon was 39 years old and had recently gotten a divorce with Breezy just last year. He was lost, he hadn't realized how hard this would be, being alone again. The boys from the band stopped talking after the break up because of Brendon's drug addiction, first it started as a little thing but it grew and grew and he eventually couldn't sing as well and they were loosing fans, so that was it. The end of Panic! At The Disco.

          Dallon was walking downtown in L.A thinking about what to do with his life when some asshole ran into him.

        "Hey, watch it buddy." He didn't have the patience for this right now.

        "Yo, sorry man." The voice sounded familiar to Dallon but he couldn't quite place it. He just stuck up his middle finger and kept walking.

         He walked to the end of the street where there was an alley. He looked down and saw a bunch of teenagers being stupid and getting high. He remembered when he did that with Brendon and Ken, he did think about the band often. It was fun back then. Now it's just a memory. He was going to keep walking 'till he heard something he didn't want to hear.

       "Dude..why do you think Brendon just ran off like that?" Asked a red haired girl. Dallon still stood out of view of the teenagers at the entrance of the alley.

       "I'm not sure man. He probably had to get home to Sarah. I feel bad for the guy. He's been trying to quit..I think it was the breakup that pushed him over the edge." Now Dallon was interested. He walked into the alley trying not to startle any of the kids.

        "Are you uh..talking about Brendon Urie by chance?" He asked shyly.

        "Yeah, who are you though?" Replied the red head. She giggled and it set everyone off. Of course, it's weed.

        Dallon turned an walked down the street without saying anything trying to find the man he had ran into just five minutes before. He knew the voice was familiar. Brendon god damned Urie. Of course he would be getting high with teenagers. It had been four almost five years since they last talked and he has the luck to find him here. He saw him sitting on a bench, probably waiting for the bus.

        "Brendon? Is that you?" He said as he trotted over to the man. "It's me, Dallon.."

        "Yo! Dallon! It's been a while man." He was loosing the stupidity. That was good. "5 years in 4 months buddy." He chuckled.
"Yes, it has been long. How've you been? I see you're getting high with teenagers now."
"Ye it's cool. I've been better but I've also been worse you you never know. I've gotten down to only smoking weed." Brendon explained.
"So..how's Sarah? I'm not sure if you've heard but Breezy and I got a divorce. I've been kinda lost lately" He said as he sat next to Brendon.
"She said she wants to leave me. Some bullshit Ryan told her. I'm honestly not sure why they were talking but you know. Whatever." Brendon sighed at the thought.
"Oh damn..I'm sorry." Dallon frowned. Sarah had seemed so happy with him. "Hey I have to get home. Here's my number. We should catch up." He wrote his number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Brendon. They shook hands and Dallon walked off. Brendon smiled and got on the bus 5 minutes later. 

       (Brendon POV)

        "Hey, watch it Buddy" A tall man about 6' 4" said as he ran into him. Brendon was in a hurry to get home, but the height and voice of the man was familiar. He didn't know where it was from so he just said sorry and what he got in return was the finger. Sarah was probably home packing. She was leaving him for Ryan. Ryan Ross. Brendon hadn't spoken to him in almost 12 years, but of course he had to show up and take his wife. They had apparently been talking for a while and he was telling her things about Brendon, like he hadn't actually tried deal with his drug addiction, which was only partially true. He had tried to quit but the band breaking up just really messed him up. He had narrowed it down to smoking weed with teenagers in an alleyway. That couldn't do any harm right? 

         When he reached the bus stop he sat on the little bench and thought about what he was going to do with his life. He sat there for about 5 minutes 'till he heard a familiar voice and jogging footsteps coming towards him.      

          "Brendon, Is that you?" The man asked. "It's me, Dallon.." Brendon's eyes shot up and there he saw, his old best friend, his old band mate. He wanted to sound casual, not trying to cover up the fact that he had just been smoking weed with a bunch of teenagers just minutes before. 

           "Yo! Dallon! It's been a while man." That was casual enough right? After not talking to someone for almost 5 years there's not much you can say that doesn't sound awkward. "5 years in 4 months buddy." He laughed at his stupidity. He sounded ridiculous.

            They talked for a little about how they've been and what's been going on in their lives. There was no way it couldn't be awkward. Dallon gave Brendon his number and left. A few minutes later the bus came and Brendon got on. He couldn't believe what had just happened..