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The Tour

Hey guys I kinda screwed up the timeline a bit so future me is here to stop the apocalypse. Don't worry, I'm putting everything in the order it should be better. Sorry, but hope you like!

The first time you realized just how much you loved each other was on tour. Brendon managed to get you a front row seat for every show, and he made the announcement every show. You had become a dancer in your own right with the graceful routine you had memorized. The guys were super duper nice to you, they always were. You would all joke around and do fun things together, like going out to bars and restaurants. They were very accepting of you. Somehow, as if Brendon was pure fucking magic, the cut on your wrist had healed without creating a scar. You liked to think of it as magic or a good omen or some other superstitious shit. You cuddled every night of the tour, and 'had fun' at least once every week. There was however one very, very, extremely, cringe-worthy awkward time.

   Brendon had gotten back from his press interrogations and plopped beside you in your bunk. There were two extra large bunks that fit two people, and you had gotten one. Brendon wasted no time though, he pinned you down on the bed and kissed you. This was no ordinary kiss, as cheesy as it may sound. It sent sparks into your bloodstream and made your spine tingle. You kissed back as passionately as you could. Soon, somehow, Brendon's shirt was off, his fly was down, the top four buttons of your shirt were no longer there. They weren't open, he had ripped them right off before you could protest. Then, the door of the tour bus flew open. Jon walked in first and blushed "Hey Brendon we- JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST!" and covered his eyes. Spencer walked in next and yelled "BRENDON! God!"
Ryan heard them yell and stayed outside but yelled "what happened?!" You and Brendon blushed bright read and Brendon pulled up his zip loudly and found his shirt. You had to dig through your stuff for a new shirt. Well, that was very, very, extremely, cringe-worthy awkward. Afterward the guys took all their stuff with them to shows and didn't ever come straight back to the tour bus. You definitely appreciated it, but it certainly was very awkward.

You had been waiting to go to Florida for the tour because your cousins were visiting you and watching the concert. Your cousins were your only family left besides your father, and you hadn't seen them since last Christmas. They obviously approved of Brendon when they saw his little ballroom dancing during the concert. You had five cousins, two boys three girls, and they all lived in Florida. They were all very close to your age, the furthest being four years older than you. Two of the girls were twins your age, and the other one was two years older. The older boy was four years older than and the younger was your age. His name was Jack (A/N: I'm just making names up ok? Stay with me here!) and you went to him for all your "guy advice." He was married for a year already anyways, he knew a lot about relationships. You remember the first time he described to you what 'Sparks' felt like. He said it was as if electricity was going through your veins and you said that must be painful. It's been thirteen years since then, and sparks are really anything but. You could talk to Jack about anything, and you did. When he asked if you had sex, you proudly and awkwardly stated that 'matter of fact we have!' Well, you were very awkward. That was what you learned this trip. That however was not all you learned.

The Florida sun was very bright, even at sunset. The sky was a bright golden pink. The sun was half dipped into the ocean so it looked like an orange was hiding behind a glittery blue blanket. You grew up in Florida, and it's been fifteen years since you last came here. This was where you went every day with your friends to play guitar and fuck around. It was very nostalgic, but also extremely pretty. Brendon held your hand and stared at the ocean. He had brought his lyric book and you brought yours. That morning he proposed you write a song together, and you took him here for inspiration. Nothing came through, just seagulls cooing and waves shushing around quiet guitars and silent voices. You snuggled against Brendon and held his hand tight. Brendon wrapped his arms around you tightly. Brendon leant over to your ear and kissed it before whispering "you are my ever-shining sun" and hugging you tighter. That was when you wiggled out of his embrace and frantically scribbled on a blank page with a blue pen. You picked up your guitar and started slowly. You hummed a low note then let it rise and fall.

when the moon fell in love with the sun
all was golden in the sky
all was golden when the day met the night

   Brendon seemed impressed as he kissed you gently. He strummed his guitar a bit before scribbling something else down in your notebook. He was the first person to ever touch your notebook other than you or your mother. He handed it to you with a grin.

I don't think I've ever loved anyone more than you y/n. I don't think I could. You will always be my sun and my bright light.

   But that was just the first time you realized just how much you loved each other.