Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness; Brallon

God's Plan Is Crap For Dallon.

mi casa? chips and drink? 15
min?

Dallon rolls his eyes at the text, of course Brendon (that fucker) doesn't have any chips, he eats like a goddamn pig every day.

Yeah, fatty. Anything else?

Your love?

The boy snorts at the message and giggles at it again. That made his day brighter. Way brighter.

Sure bro. No homo, though.

No homo, Dal. Just butt stuff.

Just butt stuff.

Now Dallon is in a laughing fit as he places the bag of chips and Doritos and the vanilla Coke litre in his backpack. He has to stop himself, his stomach cramping up and he's tearing up because it's hilarious. Just butt stuff? Who the hell were they? Brendon and him were those band kids who made out (they weren't even dating) too much but didn't even know how to fuck. They were vanilla virgins with non-vanilla tongues. Dallon sighs and stops laughing standing back up and slinging the maroon backpack over his shoulder and starts to walk out the door but his mother immediately stops him.

"Where are you going?" She asks, Dallon groans throwing his head back exaggeratedly and turns to his worrisome parent.

"Bren's house."

"Are you going to tell him? Wait don't. He has his try outs for soccer in a couple of days and he needs rest. I don't think you should go to his hou-"

Thanks to his mother and her overprotectiveness it just took a big hot steaming shit on him and his mood. So much for being happy and stress free.

"-Mum, I am going to tell, Brendon. I don't know when but it'll be today. I am going to his house because I already said yes-" (in a very gay way) "and he'll obviously see something is up. And I'm not dying yet so this conversation is invalid and irrelevant."

His mother is about to open her mouth again but Dallon is already out the door and on his way on his bicycle.

Dallon gets there in record time, only five minutes and he gets up the stairs of the Urie household in record time (30 seconds running) which took a lot of energy out of Dallon. Two lengthy flights of stairs was too much for the boy, even though he had his giraffe legs to guide him there.

"Hey Dallon! I heard you come in but I was too lazy to come down, after all this new house has like a billion steps in all and-"

"Bren, chill out and take a deep breath." Dallon chuckles out and sets his bag down on the floor and slumps back onto his friend's bed.

"So why did you call me my bestie?" He asks and pulls out his phone from his back pocket, placing it on his chest.

"I have news, exciting news." Brendon chirps a big smile on his face.

Yeah, I do too, not as exciting as yours though.

"So do I." Dallon says with a forced smile, this makes Brendon squeal and he jumps onto the bed, right in front of his friend. 

"We should say them at the same time, okay? 3.. 2.. 1- I have a boy-"

"-I have canc-"

"-friend."

"-er.

The giddy boy's breath catches. "What the hell do you mean you have leukemia?"

"You have a boyfriend?" The other replies with the same surprised tone.

"Forget about my boyfriend, I'll probably be dumping him soon anyways. You have leukemia? Since when, Dal? Holy shit. No, you can't have it. How the hell did you get it? You're healthy, you haven't sinned, you-"