Brallon Imagines

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"Put your love inside me, shove it all up inside me." He sings as the whole band and our security guard, Zach, laughs. I look out the window and push my black sunglasses up on my nose as they continue to laugh. Brendon, [who is sitting right next to me] laugh slows down into a slight chuckle. "What's wrong dal pal? To emo for this world." He jokes. Since I have my sunglasses are on, I pretend I'm asleep in the hopes the rest don't bother me. "Dallon I know your awake I saw your head move a minute ago." I mentally roll my eyes and pretend to be asleep while looking out the window. I feel my glasses move and I quickly close my eyes. "He's awake!" Kenny exclaims as I make a mental groaning sound. "Oh shit someone get the coffee." Our security guard Zach jokes. "I'm just resting up before the show." I mumble, putting my glasses back into place from where Kenny took them off. "Dallon you've only been awake for two hours." Dan chuckles. I sink down into my chair and feel some movement beside me. I feel a presence behind me so I say. "If you touch me I will smack you." I feel arms wrap around the seat and me. There too skinny to be Kenny's so there defiantly Brendon's. "But, you're my cuddly tall glass of water." I give a small smile. "Whatever." The sudden of the phone ringing causes me to jump. I feel an arm slither off me and the other relaxing on my shoulder. "Hell yeah I'll do it. You want me to do it after the concert? Okay." [Drunk history] Brendon says. He keeps talking and decides to start playing with my hair, which Kenny thought it was funny. I continue to play possum but actually close my eyes this time. "Are you giving him devil horns?" Zach asks laughing. I knew it was too good to be true. I'm just that guy here to play bass and irritate. I'm probably seen more as a band member than a friend. Another guy they ship with their friend. The phone has stopped (I presumed) but why does he keep messing around with my hair. Weird. "Alright so were almost at the venue. The bus will be there with your crap already so you don't have to worry about that. We're going to a hotel tomorrow morning and we'll be there for like two or three days in Memphis." They mumbled 'okay' and went back to the thing they were just doing. Which was them watching Brendon do whatever the heck he was doing to my hair. I open my eyes and see the big building we'll be performing in tonight. Oh how fun it will be.

After an energetic few hours of the concert I go back into the bus as the others stay in the venue to do something that involves an illegal amount of alcohol. I all of a sudden here 'holy shit that's a lot.' From outside. I look through the tinted windows of the tour bust find about seven to eight figures out side. There all surrounded by one facing the ground making some time of groaning noise. But that sounds a little bit familiar. It sounds like Brendon. I place my lap top onto the side of the couch I was sitting on and walk out of the tour bus. I wasn't noticed at first because I was hiding behind the door to the entrance until the door squeaked. "Come here Dallon! You missed out on a lot." Pete yells. I see his wrist wrapped up in plastic waving towards me. I walk slowly towards the group and look over at Brendon who is emptying the remains from his stomach. "I'm just going to take him into the bus and help him out." I say grabbing his arm and slowly dragging the wasted man up the stairs and into the bus. "I feel like shit." He slurs. I sigh loudly and mumble a 'I bet'. I help him lay in his bunk and bring him water, a trash can, a wash cloth, and something for his head ache. "Thanks dal. I'm sorry for aggravating you earlier." I shrug my shoulders and grab my laptop and head to my bunk. "Friends. Right?" He asks a little bit more soberly. "Yeah, um friends." I lay down in my bunk and plug my headphones in and slip them over my ears. I feel a presence beside me and look over to find Brendon's face by mine. I take my headphones off and ask. "Bren. What are you doing?" He smiles. "Want to watch a scary movie that's on the TV." He says excitedly. My eyebrows furrow together and mumble a hesitant 'sure' and move my lap top over to the side and get out of the bunk while Brendon impatiently stands there jumping. If I didn't know better, I would have been ticked off but his ADHD always comes out when he drinks alcohol. And I mean every time. I'm also the one that always has to take care of him on tour because the others won't do shit to help him. So I sit on the small leather couch waiting for him to get his blanket and bottle of water. When he's starting to sober up he sometimes acts like a little five-year-old who just wants to be loved by their mother. So I basically become his 'mother' at least once a week. But as of right now he is being more of 'I'm your girlfriend, love me' vibes. And what I mean by that he is currently curled up on my lap using a pillow leaning against the arm rest a place to lay his head. The boys are used to this on tour. But, I'm the only one he ever does this to. His whole body is wrapped in a dark blue furry blanket and Is facing the small TV showing the 'scary' movie that was Scooby Doo. I've always wondered what goes through his brain at times like these. But, at one point he did something that shocked me. He had sat up and curled up onto my chest and kissed me. He defiantly would have never done that with the others. If the rest of the band were to walk in this would be awkward for all of us. I'm completing of staying still or going along with it and kiss him back and of course I went with the latter. He probably will never remember this and I always will remain more awkward then I already was. My pale complexion is probably bright red and my hair messed up from his hand being stuck through it. I start (somehow) to slip on to my back and Brendon ends up sliding beside me. I hear a squeak from the leather of another couch. "Okay then." Someone mumbles. Brendon lets go and smiles laying his head on my chest. "Night Dal." He mumbles. "Uh, um goodnight." I say awkwardly as our security guard, Zach, laughs. "You got some explaining to do in the morning." He laughs and takes his phone down and turns it around. Oh great black mail. "Tell me about it." I close my eyes and try to get as comfortable as I can with a person curled up on me. It could be worse. I think as my eyes start to burn from staring at a computer screen that Is still on in my bunk, and then staring at a TV screen for an hour. Might as well get a good night's sleep before I have to explain this to Brendon in the morning.

I feel a few nudges on my shoulder. "Hey love birds wake up!" I hear a crackly voice sing. "What the hell." I hear another mumble. Oh great. "Why does my head feel like it was shoved up Satan's ass?" The others laugh as I give an unsure smile. "Zach get me some aspirin!" He yells. He sighs loudly and shakes his head. "Ask Dal to do it." I go into some kind of relief from it giving me a reason to get out of this position I'm in. "No he is comfortable. Please get it for me? Dan? Kenny?" Shit. I think as he gets even more closer to me than he was before. "Fine." Kenny mumbles standing up dramatically. Brendon shuffles again, wrapping his arms around me and stuffing his face in my neck. "I'm never doing that again." His hot breath making my neck sweaty from nervousness along with a slight peck on my neck from his lips. "Are you still drunk Brendon?" I say softly. He looks up at me and smiles tiredly. He makes his smiles on to mine once again like he doesn't care that the guys are watching. "Drunk on love." He whispers with a smirk. That's the day I realized all that shyness and ignoring him was me trying not to except I was a sparkling bi-sexual. I guess Brallon was, no, is real.