The Runaway Groom // Brallon

Chapter 6

The preschool opens early in the morning, where he and Patrick set up the small preschool for the student's activities for that day.

Dallon cleans the classroom as he leaves Patrick to plan out on today's activities. The classroom is a regular sized room with a good amount of space for the toy corner during break time and the book corner where they held their story time.

Bright colors of Yellow, Green and Red paints the walls, along with doodles of flowers, a house and sun. The other walls have bright redish numbers from one to ten. The alphabet on the wall, along with the images that corresponds to the letter.

There's a large corkboard where they put the kid's artworks each month after a major art activity.

One of the drawings that made him smile is of Bronx. The kid made a drawing of his face, smiling. And around his drawn face is the things that he loves. There's a drawing of his Mom, his Dad, and their dog. He grins at the image of him and Patrick in the mix.

His job is really worth it.

"Hey, Dallon. We have a new student coming in class, by the way." Patrick mentions, his eyes still glued to the paper he's working on.

"Really? When did they enroll?"

"Just yesterday. She's a sweet kid. Her name is Nicole." Patrick says as he looks up, a fond smile gracing his lips. "Is she related to you in some way?"

Dallon blinks, not really sure of the question. "What do you mean?"

Patrick looks down on his paper, squinting at it as he reads his list of students. "Her name is Nicole Weekes. Maybe you're related?"

Weekes?

"I-I don't think so?" Dallon says, unsure of the question.

Patrick nods, who just looks unsure like he is. They both drop the topic as they work on their current task, but the thought of the kid who resembles his last name runs in his thoughts.

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"So, you need advice, huh? What can I do for you?"

It's break time, anyway. It's pretty good timing to have Matty visit the café. There's something he's been planning for a while now and he knows only one person can help him.

He takes a deep breath, staring at Matty's greenish eyes, and gives his answer:

"I want to ask Dallon out on a date."

It's like he just dropped a bomb, because everything around him became silent at his statement, despite the cacophonous chatter of the customers. The sweat on his forehead slides down to the side of his head, his heart is beating out of his chest, but Matty just continues staring down at him unflinchingly.

"Oh my god. That's adorable!"

Dan's smooth, baritone voice exclaims, who apparently approached their table without them noticing. He slid a seat beside Matty, making the curled haired man scoot over and lose his stern facade at his boss' rather childish excitement over his statement of taking Dallon out on a date.

Matty grumbles, rubbing a hand over his face as he tries to hide his smile.

"You bloody dork, I was trying to act mature here." Matty says with a mockingly irritated frown, bumping his shoulder against Dan's in a playful manner that his boss just laughs at.

"Well, you're certainly failing there, mate. 'Could've fooled Bren here." Dan says, sending a cheeky, warm smile towards Matty. And from the smile that Matty returns, Brendon just knows he concedes defeat over that argument.