Kenny, You Spicy Hotdog! (Kenneth Harris x Dallon Weekes)

2 - No Big Deal That I Don't Smile

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Dallon's POV

I froze in my place. I thought I was alone... I turned a full 180 degrees to face the voice.

It was Kenny.

My face became a soft rose color, but since it was dark I don't think he could see me.

"I- I'm flattered. Thank you, Kenneth," I muttered.

Ken smiled brightly at my response, "You really should make more music... You're so talented."

My heart was nearly pumping out of my chest. Kenny joined me by my side, and we continued to enjoy the performance.

~

It was weekes later and the tour was coming to an end. It was a real bummer; I didn't want to go back to my wife and kids. I wanted to stay there, and just be in the presence of my friends. I stared out the tour bus' window, pondering. What would I do after the tour? Obviously spend time with my kids, I love them. I would still work, possibly writing a fifth Brobecks album, one that will top Violent Things. Could I possibly base it off my infatuation with Kenny? Yes. I started the band mostly to get Breezy's attention, but... things have been going downhill in our relationship. She's seen how I look at and talk to Kenny on Periscope, which is why when Brendon turns the camera on I go almost silent. I also sit in the back of Zack's car for that reason.

I pulled out my black and gray notebook and fountain pen. The tip of the pen slid along the page as I drafted lyrics in a cursive script. I put in a pair of earbuds and played some random music softly. I couldn't think, so I decided to draw. My drawings were more like raw sketches, but they turned out okay. Nothing worthy of being sold, but still something. I continued until I heard Dan say something about his snacks.

"Hm?" I asked, tugging my earbuds out of my ear. "What's up?"

Dan sighed, "My granola is gone..."

I shook my head and laughed, "It'll show up eventually."

Dan walked away, digging through drawers to find his granola. I tried to keep drawing, but it wasn't the same. The mood was gone. I decided to take a break and grab a snack. I got a Dr. Pepper and slowly opened the can. I took a small sip of the carbonated drink and savored every moment of it. The cherry soda danced in my mouth and trickled down my throat in order to create a bubble like feeling form in my pale neck. I hummed a sigh of relief, 'The Pepps' was my one escape from the real world. It took me to a universe of bliss and it soothed my soul. I was at peace with life for the first time in a couple months. Most people drink hard liquor to forget. For me, it just takes the fizzy freeness of Dr Pepper.

Two small taps landed on my shoulder, alarming me greatly. I swung my head around to find a certain Brendon Urie standing by.

"Good luck tonight," he smiled with his soft, toothy grin. The one he maintained for years, the one millions of cameras captured at different shows ranging from 2005 to today. The one I used to identify one of my closest friends.

I placed my condensating can of refreshment on top of the miniature refrigerator it was originally stored in. "Thank you very much, Brendon. Might I add you will do as lovely as ever."

Brendon blushed a gentle shade of fuschia, "Thank you very much, Dallon... I'm sorry, but could you step to the side for a moment? I would like to get something from the fridge."

"Oh, my apologies," I mumbled, taking my striking red can and strutting my way back to the seat I formerly resided.

"I'm thirsty too! Dallon, could you toss me a beer?" Kenny inquired.

My head began to spin. Kenneth, my one true love, was requesting of a favor? Obviously, I was obligated to perform the task at hand.

"Of course," I smiled, handing him the bottle of glass stained a forest green. "Would you like me to open it as well?"

Kenny smiled and took the bottle from my hand, "It's fine Dal, I got it. It's not like I'm some princess that needs rescuing. I just want some beer."

Oh, but he was a princess in my eyes. My princess. His kind features made that all too obvious to me. From his soft, angelic hair to his missing third toe; he was one of the most, if not the beautiful human being to exist on this beautiful planet.

I laughed nonchalantly, and tried to make my dilated pupils less obvious as I stared at Kenneth. However, I could tell by the look I was being given, my perfect Kenny was uncomfortable.

"Dallon, why don't you smile? You have a really nice smile..." Kenny pondered softly.

My cheeks grew warm, "I- bec- because my teeth would get cold... I'm not sad or down, and I still think that you're swell. It's really no big deal."

At that moment I had realized I was spitting out lyrics to one of my oldest songs. Damnit, Dallon you bloody idiot.

Kenny shrugged, "Alright then," and he was off. I sighed out of relief, and of melancholy or despair. I only wished that my sweet Kenny would stick around and speak to me forever.