The Runaway Groom // Brallon

Chapter 2

Dallon didn't remember what grave thing he has ever done to deserve this punishment.

Less than a week, this boy--Brendon--he grudgingly reminds himself, has already inhabited his apartment as if he belonged there and has ruined any piece of solitude and serenity he had while he lived alone in peace with Zero.

Perhaps, the kid wasn't kidding when he introduced himself as Satan.

The addition of Brendon in the apartment means more money problems in his already tight budget.

All the kid does is complain. 'It's too hot in here. Why don't you have air-conditioning?', 'You call this food?'

Brendon's lack of knowledge with household chores could also drive him insane. He lacks propriety and respect. The boy also lacks modesty as he walks around half-naked inside his apartment that would make Mrs. Truman faint at the sight.

Dallon could add that his list.

He's half tempted to call the number on the television he saw yesterday, apparently looking for one Brendon Urie along with a handsome pay to whoever finds him. He wants to call it just to spite the brat.

But he's not that evil; his parents taught him better. He is just gradually losing patience for the boy.

How long will that patience endure? He'll never know.

The only time Dallon could find peace, is when he plays his ukulele. It's a usual past time of his, and playing it drains away all of his tiredness and stress.

With a pen, he writes lyrics of one closely reminiscent to vampires of an old century romance.

"Vampires never have to complain,
Of living a dull circumstance.
So let's all pretend that we are undead,
In turn of the century France."

Once he found the lyrics satisfying, he hummed the tune with the strum of his ukulele's strings.

He was almost lost in to playing that he didn't realize Brendon is watching him with fascination. His face is scarce of the commonly placed smug or smirk on his lips. In turn it leaves him with a small, soft smile directed towards him.

"I've heard you play before, but I didn't know you could sing." Brendon remarks, as he drags a chair and placed himself to sit in front of Dallon with a excitement and awe that filled his eyes.

Dallon blinks at him as Brendon stares back expectantly.

"Go on." Brendon urges him with a wave of his hand. "Keep playing. I'll be quiet, I promise."

Dallon huffs, but he couldn't help but smile at the boy's manic excitement. And so, he plays.

This could probably be the first time he's at peace with Brendon's presence. He could feel the other boy's gaze but it doesn't feel intimidating.

He and Brendon are highly different in most aspects. Their personalities clash and their differences are enough to start a fight between them. They're obviously different in their status and way of upbringing. While Brendon lived a decent, well-off lifestyle and he lived in an environment where he only had enough, at some point, he's glad that they have at least one similarity that they could agree on.

And with just that thought, he smiles.

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He likes Dallon.