Fun, Young Hearts

But it's better if you do.

Ive been seeing Ryan for over three months now, we've grown closer but he's sticking to the ground rules I gave him. He respects my 'No coupley things' rule. I had another dream about Dallon last night, they have been very frequent too. I've had them a few times whilst laying next to Ryan, luckily he doesn't ask about them, although I can see how much he wants to know, it's getting on his nerves.

We're on a hiking trail just out of town. That way we can be alone without worrying who's around. We're walking the trail for around 45 minutes until we find a spot to sit and take a break, have food and drink etc. It's just a small patch of grass surrounded by a hedge, with a log that could be used as a bench. This minor picnic feels a little like a coupley date thing but I let it slide because it turns into a food fight and afterwards ended up turning into hot picnic sex. We lay on the grass for atleast a few hours afterwards, drifting away.

I open my eyes, am I seeing things right? A figure in the trees, is that...? I stand up and walk towards it, it starts to run away, so I chase it. Dodging trees and branches, stepping on twigs and leaves. Everything's moving so fast, my surroundings are a blur of browns and greens. All of the sudden I trip, face first into a puddle of mud. I lift my face out of the dirt and when I look the mud is crumbling, it's turning into concrete, what? How? I hear my name being called, it's muffled in the distance but it gets louder. My surroundings are crumbling too, a mix of forest and pitch black. The calling for my name gets louder, I turn around and he's there, in the distance. In the middle of the road, covered in blood, cuts and bruises, reaching for me, screaming my name in pain. I run towards him, I'm getting close. Vines wrap around my ankle to stop me, I fall but manage to pull my leg free and crawl back up. There's more of them, grasping all of my legs and my arm. I fight between trying to pull the vines off with my free hand and reaching for Dallon's. I'm so close I've almost got it, I look at my free arm as I see the slimy green branches, slithering around it, encaging my arm and snapping me backwards. I scream Dallon's name over and over like it's going to have some impact.

I shoot awake, sat on the grass, I look to my left and Ryan is just glaring at me, in shock probably. I forgot where I was for a second. I wonder if I screamed Dallon's name? If Ryan heard it? Fuck Oh fuck! He's gonna ask this time, it's happened too much, he's gonna demand to know, he looks pissed. This is it, suck it up man you can tell him, just say it, say the words 'dallon died' it's not hard, fuck it's too hard. I get lost in thought and panic! whilst trying to catch my breath, avoiding any eye contact with Ryan.

"Are you okay?... Brendon?" He places a hand on my shoulder, I twitch a little when he does, I wasn't expecting it.

--Ryan's pov--

I placed my hand on his shoulder and he jumped, his breathing is heavy and he's shaking slightly. I'd already asked if he was okay but he hasn't responded, I keep my hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently.

"It was just a dream Brendon"

"I know, I- " he tries to seem like this dream didn't get to him, by adding a small ironic laugh at the end but he's too obvious.

"Dallon?" As soon as I said his name Brendon looked at me. He stands up quickly, rubbing his eyes with both hands then running them through his hair whilst he walk a couple of feet away. I can see him fight with himself in his head through his body language. "Brendon I-" he interrupts me by snapping.

"Yes okay, it was about Dallon, I had a dream about Dallon, I have dreams about Dallon!"

"Okay don't snap, I just don't- I know you don't like talking about it but... I don't get it, why can't I know?"

"It's not that I 'don't like' talking about it, I 'can't' talk about it, that's why you don't know. Nobody ever said anything about you not being allowed to know" The tone in his voice changes, it's stubborn, angry, almost yelling. He's had these nightmares so much I just want to know so I can help, but he doesn't know that and right now I'm saying all the wrong things.

"How come Mr. Harris knows about the dreams?" What! Why did you just say that?! You see 'saying all the wrong things'

"What? He doesn't"

"He asked you about them, months ago, when you hurt your hand, before we went on that trip?"

"He knows I have them, he doesn't know what they're about, what's the big deal?"

"I- I don't know I... just you're very open about everything but..."

"I'm sorry" I apologise, but his eyes never leave the ground.

"He died"

"What?"

"He died and everytime I dream about him he dies"

"Brendon I'm, you didn't have to tell me what had happened, just that you where having nightmares I guess"

"But it's better if I do"

"But it's better if you do? Do you feel any better?"

"A little bit yeah"

"Good"

"Good"

"Good, now you won't scare the shit out of me when I'm sleeping next to you with screams" he smirks at my comment.

"C'mon let's get out of here" he stands up and puts a hand out to me, I grab hold and he pulls me up, straight into a kiss. He doesn't realise that he's still got a firm hold of my hand.

"Is this not too coupley for you?" I ask, looking at our hands, he realises and let's go. He picks up his bag and starts walking, expecting me to follow.

At first I named this chapter idek bc legit idek wtf this chapter is but since its been a while I'm posting two chapters for you! Next chapter gets better. But ayyyyyyy he finally reveals a little about Dallon!

Thankyou for reading fam!

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