Hurricane >> Brallon

Chapter Three

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{One Week Later}
Brendon
I was sitting in my bed, head in my hands as frustrated as ever. I looked around at the pile of papers around me; some wadded up and thrown and some with eraser marks.
I was trying to write a new song in hopes for it to become successful. I had one lyric down, but that was it, and I could not for the life of me spring off of that one lyric.

'Oh kiss me...'

I was mainly thinking of Dallon when writing this one. I just want him to kiss me so bad. Yeah, it's been like a week since I met him, and I don't even know if he's gay, or even bi, but still. I longed for his lips on mine.
It was then that I heard my phone buzz, as it did when I received a text. I picked my phone up from off my bed and looking at the dimly lit screen,

Dalliooo: 'Hey Bren, wanna hang out or something? I'm really bored and my dad's gonna take over the shop for the rest of the day.'

My eyes instantly lit up as I threw the papers that were on my lap off of me and got up, quickly replying to his text.

Brendon: 'I'd love to, Dal! What would ya like to do?'

Dalliooo: 'Dunno. Just come over to the music shop and we'll figure something out from there. :)'

Brendon: 'On my way.'

I walked to my closet and grabbed my blue hoodie and black skinny jeans, as well as my converse and quickly put my outfit on. I styled my hair with way too much hair gel, running my hand through it until I was satisfied. I made my way outside and into my car, grabbing my keys and my wallet off of my kitchen counter before doing so.
I started the car, hearing it rumble and I pat the steering wheel with a smile. 'Screw songwriting, I'm going to hang out with Dal.' I thought. Heck, maybe he'd give me some ideas on some lyrics.
I arrived at the small plaza and parked in front of the store. I walked into the shop and took in the familiar smell. I looked towards the counter and saw Dallon's blue eyes meet mine. He smiled at me, and I smirked back.
"Hey, Dal!" I said, walking over to the counter. He had on his normal attire for work: a white button down shirt and black skinny jeans.
"Heyo, Brennio." He said, elbow hitting the counter, resting his chin on his palm.
"So, whatcha wanna do?" I asked.
"Whatever you wanna do." He said.
"Well, there's this diner downtown that I'd like to try. Maybe there?" I asked.
"That sounds fine with me. You driving?" He asked, grabbing his wallet and phone from his bag nearby.
"Yeah, sure, my car." I smiled, as we walked out the door and into my car, with a 20 minute drive to the supposedly amazing diner downtown.
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Dallon
Brendon and I were driving to the diner that he told me about. I really just wanted to hang out with him, I didn't really care where we went. I loved being around him, it made me feel, alive, almost. Bren and I jammed out to a few of our favorite bands during the car ride. It was hilarious to hear Brendon sing "Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance (AN: Don't ask me why I chose Teenagers, just the first song that popped into my head.) it was great.
We soon arrived to the unfamiliar diner after about 20 minutes of driving. Brendon and I got out of his car and walked into the restaurant. We were seated by a pretty, young girl who's name was Breezy, according to her nametag. We both ordered waters and looked through the menu, deciding on what we wanted.
"I'm leaning towards the burger." He said.
"Maybe, but the salads look good." I said, being the healthy person I am.
"Wanna split a burger? They look huge, from what I can tell." He pointed to the picture of the giant burger on the menu.
"Sure, I guess." I smiled.
I looked away from his gaze and stared out the window. The sky was beginning to look dark, indicating a pretty nasty storm ahead.
"We should probably hurry up and eat, Bee, looks like there's about to be a thunderstorm." Brendon squeaked as I mention thunderstorm.
"What? Is little Brendon afraid of thunderstorms?" I teased.
"N-no... I'm just... Nervous, is all..." He stuttered, looking at his feet.
"Riiiiiiiiiiiight." I said.
Breezy came back over and took our orders. Brendon and I continued to lightly chat before our food arrived.
Once it did, we split the burger and dug in. After 10 minutes of stuffing our faces, we were both sitting back in the booth we were sat at, satisfied.
"Well that was good." I said, Brendon nodding in agreement.
"Yup." He closed his eyes.
I could hear the sound of water hitting the windows of the diner. I looked out and saw rain lightly tapping the glass, making a wonderful pitter-patter sound. Breezy came back over and gave us our bill. I quickly paid it, Brendon trying to snatch it away from me but failing horribly. Breezy was back a few minutes later with my credit card, Brendon and I getting up and walking out into the rain and towards his car.
"I still can't believe I let you pay." He sighed, as we sat in the car both drenched at this point. I shrugged. "Hey, the storm's getting pretty heavy. You should pro'lly stay back at my place until it lightens up, don't want to risk driving in a storm like this." Brendon said, smirking slightly. "Yet you're driving us home." I replied.
"Whatever." He chuckled. The ride was silent, until I felt Brendon's hand on my leg. I looked down at it in utter confusion, then up at him. He had his eyes fixed on the road, completely ignoring the fact that he put his hand on my leg.
"B-Brendon..?" I asked.
"Huh- Oh my God." He said, flushing a deep red as he retracted his hand and started muttering apologizes. "I'm sorry, Dal. I didn't mean it." He said. "It's ok, it just caught me off guard." I smiled, as he smiled back.
We arrived back at his house, somehow. The rain had really started pouring, and it wasn't until we were in his house and Brendon was locking the front door, that the first crash of thunder and lightning struck, and the lights went out. Brendon squeaked and jumped into my arms. I giggled at his little fear as he buried his head into the crook of my neck. I sat us down on the couch, him in my lap curled up, clenching to me tighter with every crash. He was shaking and I could hear faint sobs. I chuckled at his sudden helplessness and held him closer to me.
'So frickin' cute...' I thought.
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Brendon
I was clinging onto Dallon for dear life. I was deathly afraid of thunderstorms. Fear wasn't something I was usually known for, but almost everyone knew I was absolutely terrified of thunderstorms. I buried my face into Dallon's neck, softly sobbing into his shirt.
"Shhhhhh, hey," he whispered, "You're ok, I'm here with you, and I won't leave you." He said sweetly.
I then had a really amazing idea. Risky, but amazing. After a few minutes of deciding, I decided to man up and do it.
"D-Dal..." I sniffled.
"Hm-" he was cut off by my own lips pressing against his. I could immediatly feel sparks fly as I was embodied by warmth. And then, everything came in one big flash of creativity,

Hey, hey, we are a hurricane, drop out anchors in a storm...

Hey, they will never be the same, a fire in a flask to keep us warm...

It was perfect. He was perfect.
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Dallon
I was halfway through my sentence, when Brendon pressed his lips against mine.
It. Felt. Heavenly.
I smiled into the kiss and quickly kissed him back.
He let go quicker than I expected, happiness beaming in his eyes as he looked up at me excitedly.
'Wow.' I thought.

Wow

He got out of my lap and walked blindly to what seemed like his bedroom. He didn't return for a good five minutes and I was beginning to worry, until I heard my name.

"Dal?" I heard Brendon call.
"Yeah, ba- Bee?" I stopped myself.
"Could you come here?" He asked from the other room. I sighed, standing up and walking towards his voice.
At this point, the storm let up and the power was back on. I walked into the room and I saw Brendon sitting on his bed, surrounded by various pieces of paper.
"What's all this?" I asked.
"This is what I wanted to show you." Brendo smiled, pulling me down onto the bed with him. I sat next to him as he read off various different sheets.
"Are you worth your weight in gold? 'Cause you're behind my eyelids when I'm all alone. Hey, stranger, I want ya to catch me like a cold, you and God both got the guns, and if you shoot I think I'd duck..." He started, half singing and half reading.
"I led a revolution, in my bedroom, and I set all the zippers free, we said "No more war, no more clothes, give me peace. Oh kiss me"
Hey, hey, we are a hurricane, drop our anchors in a storm
Hey, they will never be the same, a fire in a flask to keep us warm
'Cause they know, I know, that they don't look like me,
'Cause they know, I know, that they don't sound like me,
You'll dance to anything, you'll dance to anything..." He sang. I stared at him, jaw hitting the floor. "D-did you write this, Bren?!" I asked, jaw still hung loose. "Yup, and you wanna know who I wrote it about?" He asked, a grin on his face. "Who?" I asked.
He softly pressed his lips against my own again, quickly but passionately .
"You." He said, smiling.
My only response was kissing him again, causing him to chuckle into my lips...
"Brendon Boyd Urie," I started, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Dallon James Weekes." He said, pecking my forehead.
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hEY GUYS, should I continue this, or leave it how it is? I just dunno. I wanna get to work on the Markiplier and NWTB X Readers though, so uh, tell me if ya want more of this, or not, idc. So um, this may or may not be the final chapter, depends on when you're reading this. If it is, thanks so much reading, and I hope you enjoyed! - Jord <3