The Runaway Groom // Brallon

Chapter 3

After a few weeks, Brendon's presence became tolerable, and then enjoyable.

The kid seems to be getting a hang of the chores around the house. It surprised him one morning to find Brendon sweeping the floors as he hums a familiar tune. It's one of his songs. Dallon smiles at the sight as he leans in the doorway to watch him clean.

He wonders about his sudden change. In his first few days of staying, he was an annoying brat. And then one day he'd be surprised to find his fridge full and stocked of food that was usually empty. Brendon would say some excuse, but Dallon knows he's trying to help.

Watching the son of a senator clean for you is a bit too much to process in the morning.

"Good morning, Brendon."

He tries to hide a snort as Brendon jumps and drops the broom. The kid slowly turns around, staring at him as if he's been caught of doing something evil.

"G-Good morning. You want breakfast?" He deflects the embarrassment for an offer of breakfast. Brendon made breakfast. He's not going to decline that offer.

The breakfast consist of fried eggs, some bacon and a loaf of bread with hot mugs of warm coffee beside two plates.

"You cooked this." It wasn't a question. Zero obviously couldn't cook this with her own two paws.

Brendon scratched the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. "I woke up kinda early. I know you have work later so I thought I'd cook up some breakfast for us."

Wow. That's...

"That's sweet of you, Brendon. Thank you." He says sincerely, and chuckles at the sight of a flustered kid.

He takes a sip of the coffee, but he winces at the taste.

"Uh, is something wrong? Did I make it wrong?" Brendon asked with concern, taking a sip of his own coffee to check on the taste.

"I don't put sugar on my coffee. I was just surprised that it was sweet." 'Too sweet.' He thought. But he isn't going to discourage the other boy's effort.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea." Brendon says dejectedly while looking at his own coffee with disappointment.

Dallon is suddenly reminded of him and his siblings when they make mistakes. They would stare at their work sadly with tears falling in their eyes. He remembers how their Mom and Dad would kiss their foreheads to make them feel better and say that they did a good job.

You couldn't blame him for placing one soft kiss on his the mop of his hair. It's like having his siblings again.

"I appreciate it, Brendon." And he means it. He's thankful for his effort and he hopes the gesture was enough to make Brendon realize that.

Brendon just stares at him. Eyes wide, his face almost looks like it's flaming with blush and his mouth almost agape.

That's when he realized Brendon is neither a little boy or one of his siblings. He's an eighteen year old who might have thought the gesture was something less platonic.

It's Dallon's turn to blush at how pedophilic that sounds.

He explains himself, with both of them blushing at such an awkward breakfast. But they laughed it off in the end, in which Dallon hopes the awkwardness happens scarcely to save both their dignities on their forming friendship.

Yes. He wouldn't mind being friends with Brendon.

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"You just reminded me of my little brother!"