Man Up (A Brendon Urie/Brallon Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Fixation or psychosis?

Brendon's PoV

I have a boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend.

It's indescribable how happy this makes me. I never thought I'd be this happy again. I never thought I could fall in love again or feel comfortable this close to someone again. Audrey took this power from me and Dallon has brought it back.

Dallon keeps Audrey away from me in my dreams. I wake up, screaming in the night, and he's there, holding me, whispering comforting things over and over until I go back to sleep. It's all so generic and cliché but I'm so happy.

People think that now I've got Dallon I'm completely cured, which is a misconception. Sure, he's helping a lot, but she hasn't just gone like that. I still have flashbacks, I still hear her voice in my ears sometimes and it can get to a point where not even Dallon calm me down.

I finish slipping the pills down my throat and shiver as they work their magic.

"Babe, you in here?" Dallon calls. My vision temporarily blurs as I turn to his tall figure. He sits next to me on my bunk and takes my hand, planting a little kiss on my lips.

"There's a reporter outside. He wants to do a quick interview."

"O-Okay." I get up and follow him, running my fingers through my hair as I do. I hope the pills have worked as quickly as I need them right now. I get outside and I see one man standing waiting for me. Right off the bat I'm uncomfortable. Something doesn't seem quite right. Usually they have a camera crew with them or something to record. It's just him.

"Brendon, hi!" He greets cheerfully. I look him up and down in confusion. He's about forty, dressed in vibrant clothes that don't suit his red and rather rubbery complexion. He has some pretty violent scars on his face. Maybe he's an ex veteran? Still, he seems friendly enough. He asks me a few basic questions about music and a new album, the normal stuff. Then, suddenly:

"Alright, let's talk relationships," he grins, readying his notepad.

"Let's not?" I try with a nervous chuckle. He laughs back, louder, then ignores me.

"Is it true you're in a new relationship with Mr Dallon Weekes?"

The question takes me off guard. People know, it's not unusual, but it's such a bizarre interview question. I glance behind me to see Dallon's gone back into the bus with the others. Zack's standing in the doorway, just watching silently. His eyebrows knit together.

"Yes?" I say, which again, comes out as more of a question than an answer.

"Quite soon after Audrey, don't you think?" He asks, looking fairly innocent. I look back to Zack desperately, feeling myself start to shake. Zack nods at me and comes forward.

"I think it's time for you to go." He says, gruffly, standing in front of me. The interviewer fumbles with his pen and starts scribbling. My stomach twists up in fear. Zack turns back to me and nods, and I scramble back into the bus. They all look up at me when I get in, Dallon coming towards me first. I burst into tears and fall into his outstretched arms.

He holds me completely still until I'm not shaking anymore. He doesn't even need to ask what happened. He just guesses and then comforts. That's what I love about him.

About five minutes later, Zack comes back into the bus and sighs. "He's gone."

"That guy made me so nervous. I can't explain it. Something about him was just... off." I tell Dallon, and he sighs, taking my hand. 

"That's just your anxiety talking, babe." He says. I sigh and nod.

It probably is. I'm being stupid. He's just a pap. They're all the same.

I'm just paranoid. That's all.