Darling >> Brallon

Chapter One | Dallon's POV

April 27th, 6:45 AM

   Wake up, eat, go to school, come back, eat, go to bed. The cycle that seems to go on forever. It never changes, it never stops. That's how my days go, Monday through Friday. Every week of every month of every year is the same thing.

Wake up, eat, go to school, come back, eat, go to bed.

BEEP

I groaned, rolling over in my bed to turn off my alarm. I slamed my fist on it and rolled on my back, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and sitting up. I stretched and yawned, shuffling my way out of bed and into my bathroom.

I looked at the absolute trash can staring back at me in the mirror. I looked like some teenager that my mother found on the side of the road and decided to raise. I sighed in frustration and walked back into my room, opening up my closet doors that had numerous band posters stuck to them. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a black shirt that had my absolute hero on it, Brendon Urie.

I discovered Brendon and his band, Panic! At The Disco, a little over three years ago, when I met my friend Jordan. She showed me my now favorite song by him and I was immediatly hooked. Him and his music has helped me through so much shit, including my father packing up his things and leaving my mother and I. We were devastated, but Brendon's music helped me get through that time much more easier than it would've been on my own.

   I hopped around my room, trying my best to pull my skinny jeans on. With much trial and effort, I finally did and threw on my shirt. I grabbed my backpack off my floor and ran downstairs.

   I set my backpack down next to the stairs and jogged to the kitchen to see my mother making us a nice breakfast.

"Oh, good morning honey!" She says as I walk into the kitchen and grab a piece of bacon.

"Morning." I said with a smile, digging through the fridge to find the milk.

"How did you sleep?" She asked as I opened up the expired milk jug and sniffed it, nose wrinkling. I think I'll just have orange juice...

"Pretty good." I responded, pouring a glass of orange juice and sitting down at the table. My mother brought us two plates over for us to eat and I scarfed down my share immediately.

"Well, someone was hungry." My mother commented, chuckling.

I laughed, going and grabbing my backpack from the stairs and setting it in my chair. I raced upstairs to brush my teeth quickly, only to trip on a few step in my rush to get up. I ran into my bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and then proceeding to fix my bedhead with hairgel. I made it look semi decent and just shrugged it off, walking into my room to grab my black converse and slip them on, racing down the stairs once again.

   I walked over to my mother and kissed her cheek, grabbing my backpack from off my chair and swinging it over my shoulder.

"Bye honey, have a nice day!" She said, waving.

"I will! Love ya!" I waved back, sprinting out the door to be sure I had plenty of time to get to school without having to rush.

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A/N: Hey! New Brallon fic! I promise you I won't give up on this one like Sometime Soon (and I may or may not have an idea for that but it needs MAJOR editing in order to do so) so, for now, enjoy this fic! Not to spoil anything, but you may see some familiar faces in the next few chapters here. *wiggles eyebrows*
Anyways, that's all for me! Stay alive~ <3 |-/
- Jordan