Tidal Waves- Brallon

29. ' l o v e a t f i rs t s i g h t '

Breezy

He knocks on the door and you're bouncing to your feet, trying to get there as fast as you could.

Thinking of ways you could approach the situation, you ruffle up your hair and open the door.

"Ah- stand right there." You point to the space just in front of the door. He's shocked but follows anyways. "I have somethings to tell you... I'm sorry for kissing you the last time we were together. Also, I totally support you being gay. Just thought I'd let that out of the way-"

You were interrupted by Dallon wrapping his arms around you. He whispered a small thank you and let go. His eyes were a bit glossy but you didn't think much of it.

He removes his snow traced shoes onto the carpet by the door and makes his way to the couch. He pats the spot beside him for you to sit beside his tall figure.

You wearily do so, hoping he doesn't do anything weird.

But he simply just asks a question. "How was your Christmas?"

"The break, it was terrible. Dreadful. All those terms used to describe anything remotely bad." Dallon laughed with his body, and his eyes. "It was so exhausting to pretend to like my family for a whole two days. Not to mention the little time we weren't talking. I don't understand how I did it when I moved." You sigh, and look up to his eyes. You often wonder if the reason why it's so easy for his eyes to fixate on you, is because you can't fixate your eyes on him most of the time.

"Yeah, let's never do that again." He held out his pinkie, and you hold out yours. You twist them together and reach your thumbs to 'lock' the promise.

"Well? How was your Christmas?"

"The break was boring. We didn't do anything because the family on both of my parents sides either left to Canada for no reason, or they live too far away. Except for the one family that just does nothing, so we had them over for dinner." Dallon stopped to take a quick breath and you found yourself laughing, making him laugh. You don't know how that worked but it did. "Anyways! When that was done I decided i needed a change in my life. I painted my walls-"

You gasped! What colour did he paint? How did it look? Does it just make his room look... Like a fuckboys room? You bet it does.

"Does it look good?"

"It looks great! But... The fumes. That's why I'm here! B-because of the fumes.." You laugh at his false stutter and shyness.

The rest of the night felt so surreal and dream like. Unsure of how you found yourself here, you don't say anything. You're loving every single minute of it.

At one point in the night, you both decided it was time to sleep. Dallon made a bed on the floor, noticing the small ukulele you had placed on the other side of your dresser.

To your surprise, he picked it up and started strumming a few familiar chords. Your head shot up at the sound and a smile spread across your face. For some reason, you're smiling at everything Dallon does.

Seeing Dallon, the tallest person you know, play the smallest instrument you have seems to be something you'd secretly hoped for all your life.

You listened for the c chord and then you see his fingers slide down on the a string. Then he played an e minor, and your eyes tried to follow his movements but seemed to fail.

"Could this be love at first sight, or should I walk by again?" He sang, making an odd face. "You're photogenically dressed, the conversation begins. Oh god oh what did I say?! Let me start over again!"

Repeat the pattern. You loved this song. Dallons dad would often sing this song. How he knew it, you don't know. You grew up being told it was Elvis, but now you're thinking he just made it up.

"Turn... the... lights... off... I'm in love! Wouldn't you like to, wouldn't you like to kiss her? Wouldn't you like to wouldn't you like to dance with her?" His voice, oh how you missed his voice.

Even when you were kids, his voice just seemed to grow on you.

"Darkened nights and violent things. Vaudevillian girls and violin strings. All of these are the prettiest things when I'm... In... Love!" He repeated the strums from the first bit.

And then that part.

His dad would often sing this to his mom. You always found it so cute. Your parents convinced you that this song was partly how they met. But now you're thinking he actually just made it up.

Though you were thinking about the song, you weren't actually paying attention. But now, you want him to sing more.

You burst into tears. You're thinking it could be because you missed this, or maybe it's because his voice is so pretty.

"Do you write?" You ask. He's stunned by the sudden mood change and you wipe your eye.

"No, I don't write. I wouldn't know what to write about..." He responded.

"Dallon, there are probably poems inside you that paper can't even handle."

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So I wrote the ending of this a long time ago and then I lost it somehow and idk how to get it back so I've been taking long updates until I remember how write it like it was.

Sorry.

Also, I hope you all had a great Christmas!! I got tickets to see the Lumineers I'm blessed.

-me