Dallon
The things I crave are often small and simple things. Like craving for someone to hold my hand when it feels empty, or the touch of a fingertip to just smoothly glide across my arm.
Small things.
But this time, I crave for Brendon Boyd Urie to sit the fuck down at this god damn table and have a nice and civilized conversation with a group of friends we now share, and not want to leave because they asked me a few simple questions.
But he didn't come back. Josh sat in his spot, head in his hands, groaning at what his best friend just did. Other than that the table was silent for two minutes, I counted.
"Sorry Dallon." Pete whispered.
"It's not your fault." I said lowly.
Tyler coughed, earning Josh's attention. "Are you going to see him?" Tyler asked, looking at Josh.
"Not this time." He brought his head to the table and dangled his arms beside him, obviously annoyed.
"The weather has been pretty nice lately-"
"It's not the time, Pete." Dan cut Pete off, pulling out his phone to play a game. Pete did the same and Tyler patted my back, striking a conversation with Josh.
I feel alone. I feel sad. I feel upset. I feel.
It's so frustrating how he gets to act like I hurt him. Like I lied to him about being gay. Like I spent the whole summer with him, convincing him I truly liked him just to hurt him when the snow falls.
He's acting like the victim and I don't appreciate it.
Though this wouldn't happen, I just hope he did, at one point, he did date me for any other reason than just flat out boredom.
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Despacito is actually a really good song lol
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Tidal Waves- Brallon
FanfictionDallon Weekes had an unforgettable summer, with someone he would never expect. AN: I don't own these people and understand that they are happily married. Carry on.
