Man Up (A Brendon Urie/Brallon Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

Pete's PoV

"Brendon? Brendon!" I shout hoarsely. It's getting dark now. Dallon's clinging to me, crying, as I pull him down the street. Everyone's out looking for Brendon. Dallon explained to me that they fought, he ran away, and he hasn't been seen since. That was four hours ago now and the streetlights are flickering on.

We keep walking, passing a pitch black alleyway. We hear a noise in it but dismiss it as a cat or something.

"Brendon?" Dallon sobs, trying to cup his mouth with his hand, but he's shaking too hard to keep still. My phone buzzes with a text. It's Patrick.

'Bring Dallon back. Police want to question him.'

I sigh and turn to my weak friend.

"Dallon, we have to go, now," I sigh, "The police want to talk to you."

We spin back round and start to walk back. As we pass the same alley where we previously heard a noise, I hear another one, followed by a grunt.

"Hello?" I call nervously, coming to a standstill. Dallon looks at me questioningly. I let go of him and pull my phone out again, flicking on the torch and shining it down the alley.

I scream, jumping back in horror as the light illuminates Brendon standing right in front of me. It accentuates his features, hollow eyes, bags beneath them. His face is this thin and sharp and menacing. I see something in his eyes I've never seen before. Some kind of darkness, but they're glossy and unfocused. He's... growling at me?

"Brendon, babe, we found you!" Dallon chokes through a relived sob. Brendon rolls his eyes at him and snaps back to me. I realise I'm still standing very close to him.

"The fuck is your problem?" Brendon shouts, shoving me hard in the chest. I stumble backwards, barely able to catch myself before I fall. He storms past us both, pausing to glare at us.

"Come on then, it's dark!" He growls, jerking his head in the direction of the buses.

"O-Okay." I stammer, following him nervously. We arrive back at the parking lot and are met by police officers shouting questions.

"Fuck off!" Brendon roars as they try to grab at him, pushing past them. We watch him storm into the bus and slam it. Suddenly, the cops round on us and start yelling questions and statements. Dallon starts crying and disappears into the bus too, but returns outside after hideously loud shouting from Brendon. I pull him into a hug once security has finally managed to send the police away.

"He'll be okay. He's just scared." I murmur. I don't believe it, and Dallon doesn't either, but for now, he'll take anything. I lead him to our bus and sit him down to ask him about the argument. Patrick sits on his other side and gives me a quick and nervous glance. His face is red and he's sweaty. He must have been running.

"I said the wrong thing. It was stupid. I'm a horrible boyfriend and he hates me." Dallon chokes.

I sigh. I don't know what to say or where to go from here, so I just rub circles on his arm. I don't know how to comfort him.

Dallon's tricky relationship is pushing me further and further away from the idea of starting my own. I watch Patrick as he hugs Dallon tightly and admire everything about him that made me fall in love with him all those years ago now. Patrick is everything to me and I can't even tell him. What a joke, right? Is this how Dallon feels whenever he looks at Brendon? Hopeless, stupid, yet utterly in love. Fuck, I hope so. I need to know I'm not alone.