(Not) Your Guardian

18- Long Awaited Apologies

A/N- Thank you guys for your patience with me, here's your update! I sincerely hope it was worth the wait, I always hate it so bad when I have to postpone updates, I feel like a bitch even though I know it's really not THAT big of a deal.

When I first woke up, I had forgotten last night's events, so I was highly confused to look down and see Brendon snoring away on my chest while clutching a small brown bear.

In a moment though all the memories came rushing back and I felt kind of overwhelmed. Brendon finally broke, and it took his own 'friends' turning on him to do it. He said sorry. He said I was right. He said he didn't deserve me.

And as much as my heart was broken for him right now, I couldn't help but feel happy that my plan had worked and I finally heard the words I had been waiting on for the last seven or eight years.

Slowly sliding out of the bed so as not to wake Brendon, I tip-toed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. I wasn't sure if Brendon would have a hangover or not, but even if he didn't I knew he'd like a cup of coffee when he does wake up.

I looked around my cabinets and such and didn't see much to do for breakfast. I did have the stuff for pancakes, but I'm horrible at making them so I decided against it.

When I looked in my freezer, however, I found some frozen toaster waffles and said a silent prayer of thanks to whoever is in charge of breakfast food for lazy people.

I threw a couple in the toaster for me and pulled the syrup out of the cabinet and the butter out of the fridge. After I ate, I poured myself a mug of coffee and took it with me into my office/music room.

While I waited on Brendon to get up, I worked more on a song I was calling Goodnight Socialite. It was almost done, just needed a few more adjustments here and there.

As I was humming the melody, I heard my bedroom door creak open, indicating that Brendon was now awake. I walked out of the room and peaked down the hallway, seeing the silhouette of Brendon's back as he walked into the kitchen; his was still carrying his teddy bear, it hung down by his side as he walked.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Brendon standing on his tiptoes trying to get a mug down out of the upper cabinet. The mugs had been pushed toward the back so his fingertips were just barely grazing the side of one of the cups.

When I heard him let out a little huff of frustration I decided to go over and help him. I walked up behind him so I was pressed up against his back and reached above his head to grab a mug for him.

He hadn't heard me walk in, so when my chest brushed against his back he let out a little squeak and jumped in surprise. I took a step back and handed him the mug.

"Here you go, shorty." I said with a grin. His cheeks flushed red as he took the cup out of my hand with mumbled thanks. Setting the bear on the counter, he grabbed to coffee pot and poured a generous amount into his cup.

As he took a sip, I started speaking to him, "So if you're hungry I have frozen waffles, cereal, or I can make you some toast. But that's about it..."

"Cereal would be good." He answered quietly. I nodded my head and began pulling everything out.

"Do you want Cinnamon Toast Crunch or this weird granola shit?"

Brendon took another sip before muttering "weird granola shit."

I fixed his bowl for him and we sat down at the breakfast bar. I scrolled through my phone as Brendon ate his cereal. When he finished I put his bowl and mug in the sink. We went into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Brendon immediately curled into my side, so I slung one of my arms around his shoulders.

"You ready to talk about what happened last night?" I asked softly, hoping that wouldn't make him start crying again. I felt him nod his head, and he sat up a bit so he could look me in the eyes as he spoke. He grabbed the teddy bear from where he had set it in the floor and pulled it close to him before he started speaking quietly.

"Well, we were out at the strip club that you picked me up at that one time. I wasn't really drunk yet, just a bit tipsy. They asked if I wanted to go outside so I said sure. We, um, we were just talking and smoking and stuff. Then, uh, Oli started going on about how they had decided they didn't want me around anymore, said I was a buzz kill, and then...um....then..."

"You don't have to finish, I can tell what happened from there," I said, softly brushing his messy un-gelled hair out of his face. He nodded his head and snuggled into me once again.

"I felt so weak and helpless. I just, they were all I had. Or I thought I had. I was lying out there for a few hours I think before that bartender found me, and then I asked him to take me here I think..."

"Does anything still hurt? Do you need an ice pack or some painkillers?" I asked, completely forgetting to offer him something earlier. He shook his head no.

"I just want to cuddle right now. And Dallon, I'm sorry. I'm so, so fucking sorry for all this shit I've done to you over the years. I'm sorry for not listening to you. I'm sorry for beating you up, physically and emotionally. I'm sorry about your parents. I'm sorry that you were stuck with me as your person to take care of and that I made you feel like you had to leave Dimidium behind in order to finally be happy. I'm sorry you ever had to meet me... I may act all confident and shit but I'm an insecure fuck."

And here came the tears again.

"Listen to me Beebo, I accept your apologies and I'm glad you apologized for most of those things. But there are some things you didn't have to apologize for. Despite everything you've done, I'm still glad I met you. The first fifteen years you were alive were fantastic and I loved hanging out with you. Sure, after that things got kinda, ok really rough. But we've both grown and learned a lot from it. And as long as you're willing to work with me and get your life together, we can put it all behind us and start fresh. And by work with me, I mean less partying, clean your freaking apartment once in awhile, and try to find a career you want to pursue. Maybe even get a part time job if all those other things go well. Deal?"

Instead of an answer, Brendon threw his arms around my neck and pulled me into a tight hug. I smiled and hugged him back. After a few moments he did give me an answer.

"Deal."

At that moment, I thought my heart was going to burst with joy. It worked. It all worked out and was worth it. He was going to at least try to get better, and that's all I could ask for. Without thinking, I placed a kiss on Brendon's temple. He sat up and gave me a slightly confused look.

I just shrugged, "It felt right," I said. He nodded his head and surprised me by placing a kiss on my jaw. I looked down at him shocked; I hadn't expected him to return the kiss. He shrugged.

"It felt right." He laid his head down on my chest once again and that was that. We spent the rest of the day lying on the couch and watching movies together. When dinner came around I ordered in a pizza and finished off the whole thing easily.

When night time came around, we shared my bed once again. Brendon stripped down to his boxers before climbing under the blankets. I slipped off my shirt but left on my gray sweatpants.

I walked over to my nightstand to plug my phone into the charger, and I heard Brendon let out a wolf whistle as I bent down. I blushed and stood back up to look at him. He just gave me a cheeky grin.

"What? You're attractive; I'm not going to deny it. And you're fun to mess with, you get flustered really easily."

I rolled my eyes at him and simply slid under the covers next to him. He curled into my side instantly, and I won't deny that I enjoyed the feeling of his skin against mine.

We drifted off to sleep, and for once I wasn't worried about what tomorrow would hold.