A/N
Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Reader
Song (optional): Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
Warnings: Uhh, mentions of fighting and divorce
Words: 676
Notes: No hate to my queen Breezy, I love her sm. It's just for the imagine. I didn't proofread this and it's my first imagine with this book. It'll get better, I promise.
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Normally when your best friend and his wife had an argument, you would normally get a late night phone call, or a rather large text message , but tonight was different. It was about 2 in the morning when you heard a knock at you're apartment door.
You tossed and turned about your bed, hoping whatever was knocking at this late of hour would soon go away. Sadly the annoying racket would not stop, so you are forced to leave the comfort of your bed and answer the door.
Your bare feet tense under the icy temperature of hard wood flooring that was consistent throughout the apartment. You make your way towards the front door and get a little more nervous with every step you take closer to the entrance.
"What if it's an ax murder or a robber?" You think to yourself, but you push those thoughts away as you assume it's a drunken Brendon accidentally mistaking your home for his.
You relaxed when you open your door to see your best friend, Dallon, standing on the other side.
"I know it's really late and you were asleep, but I had nowhere else to go. Breezy and I had another fight and she kicked me out." Dallon says with a sad tone.
He had his glasses on, but even those couldn't mask his red, puffy, sad eyes that he wore. He tall figure leaned against the doorway, signaling that he was drained of all energy.
You give a sympathetic nod and open the door all the way, letting him in.
"Sit" you simply say.
He obeys and crashes on one of the couches in the living room. You walk down the hallway and open the closet, grabbing the extra blankets and pillows that you kept in there in case of guests.
When you return to the living room, Dallon is bent forward, head in hands, crying. You drop the linens on a nearby chair, and make your way over to your crying friend. You wrap your arms around his bent figure and begin rubbing circles to console him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask
"I can't remember how the fight started, but it happened." He started, in between sniffles and sobs, "But she kept accusing me of cheating. She also said that she wanted a divorce, and that she better not see me with "her" kids ever again." Putting air quotes around "her".
"Well, are you cheating?" You question, still rubbing his back.
"Yes" that is the answer that you weren't expecting
"You are? With who?"
"Every time I look at you, I feel safe. I feel loved. When I see you, I feel wrong, but it feels right. I love you so much that I hate you. I hate that I love you so much that it's going to ruin the lives of my children and my wife. I love you, but I can't be with you."
By this time you had stopped cradling him, you were shocked at his response. You loved Dallon, but you've repressed your feelings because he had someone else to love him, but you felt the same way as him.
You take his chin and pull it towards your face.
"I feel the same way Dallon. I've gotten butterflies when I'm around you since we were kids. I love you so much that it hurts." You say.
Dallon then pulls you in for a kiss. It was magical. It felt different from the other relationships you've had. It was like his lips were made for you, they felt perfect.
Then he pulls away, "I'm a cheater"
You sigh,"That makes me a home wrecker."
"What are we going to do?" You ask
"I'm not sure, but we'll figure that out later." He says pulling you in for another kiss.
A/N
I may make a part 2 to this, let me know if you want one.
1st imagine done!!!! Ah yeeaaah
You should know stuff about me before you continue reading:
1. My name is Allison
2. You can call me ginger, alli, or Shepard
3. I'm seeing P!ATD this April
4. My favorite album is Vices and Virtues
5. My favorite song from P!ATD is Build God, Then We'll Talk
Thank you for reading!!
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