There is Something About Brendon (Brallon)

Christmas Cries

The picture has nothing to do with the chapter. I just found it today and I am highly amused. What is he doing, where is he going, what is his mission? Fucking Beebo.

 I returned to school to find a sleeping Brendon. I had just gotten back from winter vacation. Spending 2 weeks with my family was amazing and I had gotten a shit ton of gifts from my parents but I had missed Brendon tremendously. Brendon didn't have a cell phone so I had only got to talk to him 3 times from pay phones. I assumed it was because he had said he was going to his family's for Christmas and calling your boyfriend wasn't the best idea in that household.

 As I put my luggage down I saw a wrapped present on my bed. We had come to the agreement of giving our gift for the other when we came back because, trying to hide each other's gift in our tiny dorm would have been impossible. I had bought Brendon a cream sweater with black buttons on the shoulder. I was a shitty gift giver and couldn't come up with anything better. The gift on my bed was wrapped in brown paper and had an earthy green bow. It was a little messily wrapped but, it was the thought that counted plus, it was pretty good for a blind kid. I looked back at Brendon, he was curled up in a ball his back up facing up, with his face smudged sideways on his pillow. He was wearing my sweatshirt I had given him at Thanksgiving and a pair of tight red boxers. He didn't have his blanket over him so I watched his toes curl up. He was so precious and peaceful looking I could die.

I noticed the large amounts of sheet paper on the edge of his bed and the floor, he must've fallen asleep while writing music. He had managed to knock his school issued laptop on the ground. I picked it up, on the screen the top of the music software song read "Collarfull". I closed the laptop and put it on his trunk. So had he come home last night or something? It was about 11:30am now and I knew Brendon wouldn't have fallen asleep on purpose while writing so he must have stayed up all night and exhausted himself. I began to tidy up the sheet music and stacked them next to his laptop on the trunk. Brendon made a little noise, he squirmed and moved to sleeping on his side. I didn't want to disturb him so I made myself busy by putting my things away and watching him as he slept.By the time I was done it was 1pm. I was hungry.

"B?" I went and sat on the edge of his bed and put my hand on his shoulder to wake him gently.

He grunted as he woke.

"I'm gonna go pick up some pizza, do you want some?"

"Dallon?" He yawned as he turned to lay on his back, face upwards. I could see the imprint of the pillow on the side of his face that got smushed. He rubbed his eyes and gave a small smile.

"I missed you." He felt for my hand and I gladly held it, bringing it up to kiss.

"I missed you too sleepy britches. What time did you get back last night?"

"Oh I didn't really leave."He mumbled playing with my fingers.

"I thought you were going to your parents?" I asked sounding upset and confused, he spent all 2 weeks alone?

"I rode the train to their place Christmas morning and then I rode it back that afternoon. They decided they didn't want me to stay over." He said nonchalantly. 

"Why? Did something go down?"

"No, I think their stage of pity for me had ended and they don't really care for me again. They weren't shouting or anything but when I asked where I was sleeping my dad made some excuse that they didn't have enough room for me after all and drove me back to the train station after dinner."

"Why didn't you tell me? I could've picked you up and you could have stayed with my family."

"I didn't want to intrude and mess up your good time. I was fine really. I wrote and recorded a new album."

He sounded fine but all I could imagine was him all alone on Christmas night crying in his bed.

"Did they get you anything."

"They got me a braille bible. What'd you get I'm really curious. I hope you got showered in gifts because you deserve them boy. Did you open your gift I got you yet?!" He sat up and smiled.

"No I haven't. Do you want me to?"

"Of course!"

I went and picked up the gift, also grabbing Brendon his gift.

"Here is yours." I put it in his hand and then sat cross legged on the end of his bed.

"You first." I said.

He gently opened his gift. It was wrapped in paper that had little elves on it, my mom had wrapped it for me. He felt the sweater in his hands. His face lit up.

"Is it a sweater!"

"Yeah, it's cream colored with 3 black buttons on each shoulder."

He felt the buttons with his hands, the look of happiness on his face made my heart melt.

"I love it! Thank you Dall." He gave me a big hug and kissed me, my heart fluttered.

"You next, I'm so nervous. It's really shit compared to the sweater."

I opened the gift excitedly, when I saw what it was my face dropped. I stared at it in shock.

It was a shoulder strap for my bass, it was made out of a woven string material with a soft padding on the underneath. The string was woven to say "I'd be a punk if my mom would let me." The words were made out of different color blues while the rest of the strap was different shades of lavender. I had remembered that I had told Brendon that it was my favorite song I had ever wrote and he put in on repeat for a week. It was the most thoughtful and beautiful thing I had ever been given.

"D-do you hate it? I can get you something else." Brendon quietly asked, his face was turning red from embarrassment. He bit on his thumb nervously.

I had realized that he had been sitting in silence for 5 minutes and he couldn't see my face.

"No, I-I'm speechless. I love it. It's so beautiful, how'd you?" I was tearing up.

"I found a lady online who makes them and Spencer helped me make sure it looked right. Do you actually like it? You can tell me if you don't, it's not as good as your gift you gave me."

I hugged him so hard he fell backwards and we were now laying down on his pillow.

"That is the sweetest most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me." I was crying now.

Brendon didn't know what to do so he just held me, highly confused on why I had been dead quiet for 5 minutes and was now crying.

All I got him was a shitty sweater.

"Are you okay?" He whispered.

"Never better." I cried.  

AN: 

I really like this chapter, it was the easiest to write out of all of them. I know where I want to end it now! I'd probably say it has 5-10 chapters left depending. This is my longest fanfic as well as written in the longest time frame. I'd say that I like it okay now that I fixed some parts. 

Comment down below what you would get Brendon and/or Dallon for Christmas!

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