10 Days [Brallon]

10 Days (It Begins)

[I left the horror thing I was gonna make in the dust there's another story coming up soon I plan on actually publishing y'all be prepared it's gonna be pretty good]

I was sitting outside of my house on my lawn chair with a caprisun in my hand, holding a garden hose in the other. It was only a few minutes prior to noon yet the temperature had somehow spiked to 97° (Fahrenheit), an out-of-the-blue heat wave merely 6 days before Valentine's Day. I hate weather. In fact, I couldn't wait to pack up and get out of here. Not only because I'd been here nearly my entire life, but because some pretty shit things have happened to me and I don't need the constant reminder that I couldn't fix or avoid them.

And like me, Brendon wasn't enjoying the weather whatsoever. Every now and then he'd carefully slide off the hood of my car and stand on the sidewalk with his arms outstretched so I could drench him in decently cold hose water for a couple seconds. It was like cooling down a dog.

I would've felt bad, except I didn't. He could probably start melting and I'd hesitate to douse him with the hose. But then again, I'd hesitate for a lot of people.

The screwdriver he'd been inspecting for any stains or something gross rolled down the side of the car and into the drain right next to it "Are breaks included? Because this thing called making you a decent fuckin' dinner exists-"

I held down the lever and Brendon toppled off the car from the sudden water force. His sunglasses went flying, and I could only hope his pants were drenched. Soggy jeans were the worst.

Sure enough he jumped back up with a record for the biggest pout.

"I know you're mad, but that was uncalled for." He whined and stretched out the fabric to his tank top, the white material soaked through entirely.

"Cheating on me was uncalled for." I told him and he frowned, sighing dramatically as loud as his lungs would allow.

"Look, I said I'm sorry-"

I held down the lever again for a couple seconds, and Brendon made no effort to move out of the way from the water. "Sorry doesn't fix anything right now."

Brendon pouted and grabbed his sunglasses, balancing them on his hair and wringing out his shirt. "I'll finish this later. I'll swing by with everything in a couple hours."

I nodded once and he sighed again. I tried to tune him out as he walked away, but there was no way I wouldn't be able to hear the repeated "it's fine, you love him, you love him, you love him." until he was too far down the street for me to pick up on his voice.

I shut off the hose and tossed all the tools he'd used back in my garage before heading inside to be faced with Patrick and Tyler, who'd been inside the whole time, simply watching. They claimed they were there to make sure I looked good before Brendon returned with dinner, just to amplify the fact that he should be sorry. He already was, I could tell too. But that didn't mean I'd forgive him.

"We were talking," Tyler said and they followed me to the kitchen "and it's really close to Valentine's Day - so what're you gonna do?"

I shrugged them off and Patrick mumbled something to himself in annoyance. "C'mon Dallon, you've gotta have a plan, it's Valentine's Day. Do you think you'll have forgiven Brendon by then, maybe even gotten over him if either of you decide to just call this quits?"

Something about that last part to the sentence hit a nerve. Irritation was replaced with anger, aggravation that I was going to be alone after spending so much time with Brendon. Rage that I would be sitting in my store throwing together last minute gifts for forgetful star-crossed lovers while mine sat at his own place because he didn't really mean anything and everything he'd said.