Is This Really What You Want? (Multiple Ship FanFic)

The Weight (Brendon's POV)

I had just left Dallon's house. I was walking home and that's when the water works started. I can't believe Dallon would do that! I didn't like Ryan from the start because I saw the way he looked at MY Dallon. The next time I saw Ryan, oh, he was going to regret doing that. But tomorrow is Valentine's Day so I can't let this get to me too much. I have something special planned for Dallon and I. I finally got home, but I sat on the porch until I calmed down.

"Hey hun," my mom said as I finally walked inside.

"Hey," I said without lifting my head.

"How was Dallon?" she asked.

"Just fine," I said.

"How are you?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"Fine," I responded.

"You don't seem like it," she said. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Alright," I said as I sat at the table and lifted my head.

"Brendon, why are you crying?" she asked.

"Dallon kissed Ryan, mom," I said as I sobbed.

"What?" she asked as she sat down by me and hugged me.

"Dallon kissed him, mom," I repeated.

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Great question," I said. "He didn't say and I don't care."

"What did you do?" she asked.

"I told him I forgave him, and I do, but it still hurts," I said as I cried harder. "I still love him to death, but this just sucks, you know? Like what if Ryan tried to kiss him again? It's Valentine's Day tomorrow and what if he decides to pull something again?"

"I've known Dallon for a while now, and I know you know him better than I do, but if he feels as bad as he did about what happened, I don't think he'll let Ryan do it again," my mom said; she always knew how to make me feel better.

"You're the best mom," I said as I hugged her.

"Now go clean yourself up. I saved some supper for you," she said as she smiled and pushed me up the stairs.

I smiled at her and then walked up the rest of the stairs. I took a quick shower and than ran back downstairs. With everything that happened, I forgot how hungry I was. My mom had already heated everything up and had it sitting on the table.

"Thanks mom," I said.

"Not a problem," she said as she kissed my forehead. "I'm going to bed. Your father should be home by midnight. I don't know if you'll still be up by then, but just letting you know."

"Thanks mom," I said again.

I ate and then cleaned up. I was bored after that, so I went into the basement and grabbed my acoustic. It was quiet enough so I wouldn't wake my mom up. I played a song I had written, which I called Mad as Rabbits.

"Come save me from walking off a windowsill

Or I'll sleep in the rain.

Don't you remember when I was a bird

And you were a map?

Now he drags down miles in America

Briefcase in hand.

The stove is creeping up his spine again

Can't get enough trash.

He took the days for pageant

Became as mad as rabbits

With bushels of bad habits

And who could ask for anymore?

Yeah who could have more?

His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree

Preached the devil in the belfry.

He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved

At the train station.

Rope hung his other branch

And at the end was a dog called Bambi

Who was chewing on his parliaments

When he tried to save the calendar business.

He tried to save the calendar business.

He took the days for pageant

And became as mad as rabbits

With bushels of bad habits

Who could ask for anymore?

Who could have more?

The poor son of a humble chimney sweep

Fell to a cheap crowd

So stay asleep and put on that cursive type

You know we live in a toy.

You know that Paul Cates

Bought himself a trumpet from the Salvation Army

But there ain't no sunshine in his song

We must reinvent love.

Reinvent love, reinvent love.

He took the days for pageant

And became as mad as rabbits

With bushels of bad habits

Who could ask for anymore?

Yeah who could have more?

We must reinvent love.

Reinvent love, reinvent love," I sang.

After that, I cried again, but eventually fell asleep holding my guitar close to me.