Stage Gay (Brallon) ON HOLD

Five

I haven't updated in forever I feel like a jerk lmao I'm sorry

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I woke up the next morning later than I had planned. I just couldn't get to sleep last night. Why would Brendon be moaning my name? I couldn't figure it out for the life of me, and I definitely didn't mishear him. It was just so confusing.

There was a knocking, or actually more like a banging, on my door. Startled, I sat up quickly.

"Dallon, you better get your ass out of that room in the next five minutes," a voice yelled. Alright, time to start the day.

I was glad that I packed up my things last night because I definitely didn't have time right now. I quickly got dressed and freshened up a bit before grabbing my things and leaving the hotel room. I didn't see Brendon anywhere so I assumed he was already back on the bus.

Truth be told, I was glad I didn't see him. What was I supposed to do? Act like I didn't hear him? I figured that would be my best option, but I had no idea.

I was escorted out of the hotel and over to one of the two busses parked outside. At one point on the last tour, Kenny and Dan got fed up with living with Brendon, so now they take one bus and Brendon and I take the other. Part of me wishes I was on the bus without Brendon, but part of me likes how it's just me and him.

I climbed up into the bus and saw Brendon sitting on the couch. He was looking down at his phone, but looked up at me when he heard the door close.

"Hey, there you are. I thought we were gonna have to leave without you," he teased.

I nodded and went to put my bag by my bunk. He was acting normal, so I had to do my best to act normal, too. Although, I really couldn't understand. He was alone in the room, so it's not like he was messing with me or anything. Stop it, Dallon. Stop thinking about it and pretend you didn't hear anything.

I walked back out and sat on the couch across from Brendon. The bus started moving, and soon enough we were on our way to the next city.

"Why do you ride in this bus? Why not take the one with the other guys?" he asked me. He didn't sound rude, he sounded curious. I honestly didn't know how to answer that.

"I don't know," I said.

"You don't know?" he replied.

"No," I said simply. I was tired from my lack of sleep last night and wanted to keep my answers simple.

Brendon simply nodded his head and stood up. I didn't say anything as I watched him walk back towards his bunk. Before I could overthink things, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up we were in the next city, L.A. Had I really slept for nearly four hours? I sat up and looked around and was startled to see Brendon was again sitting on the couch across from me.

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly.

He was looking at me. When I woke up he was looking at me, and he still was. I was a little uncomfortable, but didn't say anything. Something seemed off with him. After a while of him intently staring at me, he answered.

"Looking at you," he said.

Yeah, like I didn't already get that.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Are you sure you aren't bothered by that article? I mean, people on Twitter are still talking about it," he replied. He sounded worried, which was weird. Brendon Urie never worried about what other people thought of him.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I started, "Are you still worrying about it?"

Without answering, he got up and left the bus. He was acting really strange today. It was so unlike him to get hung up on some stupid rumor. Was he really that homophobic?

With a sigh, I got up and freshened up a bit before leaving the bus as well. I loved L.A. It was always so nice here and the crowds were always insane. We had a show tonight, so when I stepped outside I noticed we were already at the venue. It was early in the afternoon, which meant we had to do sound check.

I walked into the venue and was escorted to the backstage area. Our gear had already been unloaded, so I went over to where my basses were. Although the crew tunes all of our instruments, I always like to double check. I guess I'm just worried that one day I'll grab a bass that's out of tune and everyone will notice and laugh at me.

When I was sure they were all in tune, Dan walked over to me.

"Hey Dallon, have you seen Brendon?" he asked.

"He got off our bus a few minutes before me, but I haven't seen him since. Is he missing?" I reply. A sense of panic runs through me. Where's Brendon? Is he okay? Did something happen to him?

"No one knows where he is, but I wouldn't worry about it. You know how he's never on time for things and how he thinks the world revolves around him," Dan said as he walked away. That may have been true, but I didn't like hearing it.

We, the rest of the band and crew, were sitting around waiting for Brendon for maybe twenty minutes before I decided to go and look for him.

I walked around for a few minutes, not really knowing where to go, when I decided to check the bathroom. I don't know why I thought that would be a good idea. When I opened the door, I saw Brendon had some skinny blonde girl up against the wall. I couldn't see her very well, but Brendon's pants were lowered just enough for me to catch on to what was happening. He didn't even stop when he heard the door open.

"When you're done here," I started, "Maybe you can come join us for sound check."

"Dallon, wait!" I heard him say as I turned around to leave. I didn't wait for him as I went back to where I left everyone else.