Man Up (A Brendon Urie/Brallon Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

In a state of emergency, who was I trying to be?

Brendon's PoV

"Hey, Brendon, can I talk to you a second?"

We whip round to see Dallon, fresh off stage, still in his suit, hair prettily messy. Audrey's grip on my hand tightens.

"Actually, Brendon was about to shower." Audrey says with a smile. Dallon smiles back without even meaning to and turns to me.

"It'll only take a second." He says, looking deeply into my eyes. I look away uncomfortably.

"Okay, shoot." I try with a grin. His face falls.

"No, I want to talk to you alone, if that's cool." He says, the smile on his face more strained now. I open my mouth to reply when Audrey cuts me off.

"Surely whatever you need to say to Brendon you can say to both of us?" She asks sweetly, but I can hear hatred behind her smile. Dallon looks like he's struggling now.

"Well... uh, it's about staging, really boring stuff. You probably won't want to listen?" The last sentence comes out like a question.

"Try me." She says with a grin. Dallon grits his teeth.

"It'll only take a second." He growls.

Audrey squeezes my hand in a way that I know means I'm going to suffer for this later. The muscles in my back clench in fear. Nobody says anything for a few long seconds.

"Alright, fine. I'll be in your dressing room." Audrey snaps, letting go of me and marching away down the corridor, her heels so loud on the concrete floor. All the sweat on my body from being on stage that soaked my clothes has gone cold. I start shivering without noticing. Dallon waits until he can't hear her heels anymore before turning to me.

"I wanted to talk to you because everyone is getting really pissed at you." He starts, blunt and straight to his point. I look anywhere but his eyes and start to panic.

"W-Why?"

"Because you never want to be around any of us at the moment. We're on tour with Fall Out Boy, your friends, and you've hardly said two words to them, or anyone, since it started, and whenever you come near us, she's always with you."

"I'm sorry, Dallon, I—"

"You're always off doing something, and it's like none of us are even there anymore. And everyone is starting to get really mad about it. You just need to balance yourself between your girlfriend and your friends."

"I know, but—"

"I get it, you really like her. But— are you loosing weight?"

"No, I—"

"The dressing room was locked." We both turn to Audrey at the end of the corridor. She grins and starts clipping towards us. She's lying, we both know she is. Why would it be locked, we've just had a show? She was listening. She's going to hurt me.

"Yeah, so, just remember to backflip on that side during Miss Jackson, so you get the effect with the light." Dallon nods at me, lying through his teeth, and I nod back, pretending I'm not on the verge of tears.

If only he knew.

Why didn't I tell him?

Because he'd never believe me, that's why.

"Awesome, c'mon then Bren," Audrey grabs my hand and leads me into another spare room by the wrist. I don't even get to turn around and tell Dallon I'll meet him on the bus.

"You know what to do. Tell me everything." She growls, and begins fumbling with my belt buckle.

I close my eyes in defeat.