timeless | sequel | d.w

10

"Great job, guys!

I heard Brendon call out as they got off of the stage. Me and Erin was just exiting the bathroom and was met by the boys who were headed back to the lounge. Dallon was no where to be seen. We said hello to them and were about to go and look for Jimmy, but someone grabbed me by my arm.

"Gabrielle, can I talk to you?"

I turned around and was met by Brendon's dark eyes, but there was something soft and sweet hiding in them. I looked back at Erin who gave me a nod, before shifting my gaze back to the boy in front of me.

"Yeah, sure."

Without hesitating, he took me to the hallway outside of the dressing rooms. The walk there was silent, but as soon as we were alone, he pulled me into his arms and let out a heavy sigh. I was taken aback by his action and just stood there frozen, not doing anything back. He didn't seem to mind.

"Hi. I'm sorry about that." He told me as he pulled back and I couldn't help but smile.

"It's fine. Great to see you too." I said, and a smile tugged onto his lips. "So what's all of this about?"

He took a breath and looked around, before focusing his eyes on me again. "It's about Dallon."

My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach and I crossed my arms over my chest. "What about him?"

"He misses you." He told me. His voice had a blank tone to it, like he didn't really care, but when I looked into his eyes, I could see how much he truly cared about him and his wellbeing. "And so do I."

I rose my eyebrows at him, but didn't say anything for a while. Of course I had missed Brendon. And Sarah, too. Wherever she was. But after the way they treated Dallon, I'd had a hard time forgiving them. But if they were in a band together, he must've changed. And I believed that he had.

"I've missed you too, Brendon." I told him and he gave me a half-hearted smile.

"You need to talk to him." He said and looked down a little. "I worry about him. He's breaking from the inside out. I can't stand to watch that."

I sighed and rubbed my arms up and down as anxiety crept up my back. "I've tried. It hasn't gone very well."

Brendon looked back up at me. "He won't talk to me about how he feel. But I can see how shocked and confused he is about all of this.. It's been so long."

I nodded. "I know. I'll give it a try today, again... But I don't know for how much longer I can go on like this."

"I would do it myself if I could. But I believe you're the only one who can reach him." He said and let out a deep breath. "I'm really sorry, about everything. And about placing all of this weight on your shoulders."

I walked closer to him and wrapped my arms around him, tugging him close to me and giving him a tight hug. "It's okay, Brendon. I'm just really glad to see you again."

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The clock ticked faster than usual and in the lounge, I could hear Jimmy's show start. Guess it was time for makeup. I couldn't help but feel my legs shake as I began to walk to the room with Erin by my side.

Erin had very shortly explained to Jimmy why it was important that I got to do Dallon's makeup and they'd made up a short plan- first we'd do Brendon and Dallon before moving on to the drummer and guitarist, Spencer and Ian.

She wrapped her hand around mine and gave it a light squeeze as we stood outside the door. We exchanged a smile and I took a breath, before we made our way into the room. Brendon was sitting in the chair closest to the door and looked up from his phone as he heard the door open.

"Hello, ladies." He greeted us and smiled. I smiled back, but it was weak and extremely forced. I tried my best to keep my walk steady as I walked past him and lightly brushed my hand against his shoulder.

My eyes were glued to the floor. I couldn't seem to get them to focus on something else. The fear of having to look Dallon in the eyes again was overwhelming and was controlling every part of me. I feared that he was going to run away, like the last time. Perhaps not physically, but maybe he'd disappear into his mind to avoid making conversation.

Just as I looked up, I was standing right beside Dallon's chair, which he was sitting in. He had his earplugs plugged into his ears and was tapping his foot to the beat of a song as he did. His eyes were concentrating on his phone, with a few locks of hair in his face. He looked so beautiful and I didn't want to take him out of this state, but it would be hard to avoid.

Placing myself behind him, I lightly tapped his shoulder. He turned his head up and looked into the mirror in front of him. As his eyes fixated on me and as he seemed to understand that it was really me, he smiled.

"Hey." He said softly as he took his earplugs out, and I smiled back faintly.

"Hi." I told him, before quickly getting to work, partly to avoid more awkward staring. I began to brush through his hair with one of the brushes, and he simply leaned back into the chair as I did.

I tried not to look at him as much as I worked, but it was hard to avoid. Especially after I noticed that he was practically staring me down at times, and how he quickly looked away as soon as our eyes met. He was just like he were in high school, and I couldn't help but smile at that.

"I didn't know you were a stylist," he commented and I chuckled at that.

"Well, I am." I told him awkwardly and he smiled. He seemed so happy, and I hoped I wouldn't take that away from him.

As a last touch, I simply brushed my hand through his hair to get a more natural, but still neatly styled look. Dallon seemed to enjoy this, as he closed his eyes and let out a very audible sigh at my action. I grinned slightly, and repeated the same action a few times only because I loved to see him like that, before pulling back.

"All done." I told him quietly, and he stood up.

He turned to me and walked close, leaving just a few inches between our bodies. I could feel my heart beat loudly in my chest and I looked up at him, trying to make myself look as relaxed as possible.

"Thank you." He said softly, and gave me a small smile.

"You don't need to thank me." I chuckled, and looked down a little. I felt just like a teenager again and I was 27 years old. What are you doing to me, Dallon?

"Uh.. I was just wondering.." He began awkwardly, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Will you still be here when the show's over?"

I could barely contain my happiness when he asked me that, and I didn't really know why. What he was about to tell me could be something bad, but I still felt happy. "Probably, yeah. I wouldn't miss your performance again." I said, and couldn't help but slightly grin at the memory of me fainting.

Dallon seemed to feel a little more relieved as well, because he smiled widely this time. "Maybe we could take a walk and just chat a little afterwards?" He suggested, and I nodded.

"I'd love that."

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A/N;

THIS CHAPTER WAS REALLY BAD OKAY IM SORRY

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