guy in a chiffon skirt《brallon》

Chapter 34

"Mom, I want to marry Brendon."

Dallon's mother widened her eyes, her eyebrows vanishing under her bangs. "Y-you want to get married? To Brendon? So.. soon?"

Dallon hesitated, but nodded. "Yes. I do. I love him mom, he makes me happy."

Mrs. Weekes seemed a little worried, but she smiled nonetheless. "A wedding.. oh, how sweet. God, you're growing up. You make me feel so old, Dallon!" She exclaimed accusingly, a distant smile on her face.

"Sorry?" Dallon said, smiling a little and shrugging.

"You're sure it's not too soon?" She asked again, and Dallon nodded. "I'm sure." He said.

Mrs. Weekes nodded.

"So.. where do I buy a ring? A good one, I mean. And how do I even know what he likes?" Dallon asked. "And how do I propose? I know you buy a girl an engagement ring, then you both pick out the wedding bands, but... what do you do when there's no girl?"

His mom looked thoughtful, and she cocked her head like she was thinking. "Maybe you can propose with... something different. Maybe not a ring, maybe something like... maybe a bracelet or something?"

Dallon shrugged. "I don't know, Bren doesn't really wear jewelry. I've seen him wear bracelets before, but I don't know what he'd like.."

"He'll like anything you get him, Dal. I can tell you that right now." Dallon's mom said, smiling.

Dallon smiled as well, and said, "Yeah I guess you're right. But I feel like I'm supposed to propose with a ring. Maybe I can get him an engagement ring, and he can wear it on a different finger. And when we pick out wedding bands, he can wear that one on his ring finger."

Mrs. Weekes nodded and smiled. "That sounds perfect." She said.

Dallon nodded. "Yeah, well.. I should go ahead and go. Brendon thinks I'm getting groceries, and they've been sitting in the car for-" Dallon looked at his watch. "Twenty minutes now. I don't want him to get suspicious."

His mother nodded and said, "Alright Dal, love you! Oh, and go to the jewelery store on main street; Benson's."

Dallon nodded and thanked her, before leaving and driving to main street.

**

"That took forever!"

Brendon was sitting criss-cross on the couch, and he looked up as Dallon walked through the door, his exclamation catching Dallon off guard. Dallon jumped a little and forced himself not to grab at the ring box in his left pocket.

"God Bren, you scared me." He said, carrying the grocery bags to the kitchen. "Only one checkout aisle was open at Walmart. And I ran into my mom." He lied, hoping he didn't sound to suspicious.

Brendon stood up and walked to the kitchen to help Dallon put away the groceries. "Pete wants to know what we're doing for Thanksgiving." Brendon said.

"Well my mom usually has Thanksgiving dinner at her house, she'll be expecting us to come to that. But maybe the day after we can cook something here and invite some people over?" Dallon replied, putting a gallon of milk into the fridge.

"Your mom wants me to come to Thanksgiving?" Brendon asked, stopping what he was doing for a second to look at Dallon.

"Well, yeah.. I mean, I want you to and you're pretty much part of the family anyway, everyone loves you, my mom included-" Dallon rambled.

Brendon just smiled and continued putting away cans of spaghetti-O's.

Dallon smiled as well. "Can you cook?" He asked Brendon.

"Hell no."

Dallon laughed and said, "Well, neither can I. I can make some mean scrambled eggs and bacon though, and I'm good at heating up chicken nuggets."

Brendon giggled and said, "Looks like we're having eggs and bacon and chicken nuggets for our day-after-thanksgiving dinner."

Dallon put away the last of the groceries and kissed Brendon's forehead before going to their bedroom to hide the ring. He told Brendon he had to pee and slid the ring under the socks in the back of his drawer, a drawer Brendon never touched. He walked back to the living room and sat on the couch with Brendon. The smaller curled into his side and they watched reruns of different TV shows until Brendon fell asleep, and Dallon carried him to bed.