Dear Mr Urie (A Brallon fic)

27. And That One Regret Is You

(Still Dallon's P.O.V.)

Look at this dang cactus. Look at it. Look at it, basking in all it's spiky glory. It's beautiful, it's elegant it's 
A frickin potted plant.

I set the mini cactus down on the table before me and slumped into a chair. Who was I going to impress with a stupid little cactus and why did I think that this was a good idea??

The clock above reads half past five and I stand up, intending to straighten my blazer and run my fingers through my hair once more... Just like I've been doing for the past 20 minutes. The doorbell, however, rescues me from my incredibly repetitive cycle, and I trot down the stairs to answer the door. Oh. OH. Merry Christmas to me.

"Dallon." He tips an imaginary hat when I open the door. "Looking absolutely ravishing, just as I imagined... if not more."

You don't understand what a man who can pull off a vest does to me. A grey waistcoat envelops his torso, showing off every curve that screamed to be embraced. Beneath that was a well-pressed white shirt that was rolled up to his elbows and a polka dotted bowtie bearing a similar shade of crimson sat just beneath the collars. I nearly choke on the breath that stuck to the back of my throat and attempt to play it off by clearing my throat.

"W-wow Brendon.. You look crazy good. I don't mean crazy like kooky I mean good, not like just good but really incredible uh... anyway" Smooth. I clear my throat again. "Anyway, why are you here? I could've walked over myself."

"I know." He smiles, yet there is a dark edge to his eyes. "But you know... meh. Just thought I could walk you over. How are you liking your christmas gift?" He feels the front of the blazer. "Pinstripes really do accentuate your figure." At his words, my face turned into an embarrassing reddish hue. "I really do like them. Thank you so much babe, you really didn't have to get me anything.."

"Ah ah ah," he stops me. "but I did. Now are you quite ready yet?"

"Uh, just a second." I dash up the stairs, double-stepping, to retrieve the little potted cactus from my table. "Here uh, merry Christmas Brendon. It's nowhere near as grandiose as yours but... it just reminded me of you. Small and adorable. And also spiky." Brendon stares at the mini silver ball cactus in my outstretched palm and for a moment his eyes turn soft and the facade of confidence he had been sporting dissolves just a little.

"It's... really pretty. I love it. Thank you Dal." He beams and accepts my tiny little gift happily, carefully examining the plant.

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Rhythmic footsteps echoed throughout the barren fields of my mind. We haven't said a word since leaving my house. Brendon had the cactus in one hand and the other entwined with mine. I've missed his touch, I've missed the way his skin feels against mine.

"I miss you, you know." I say to him as we draw closer to his porch. He says nothing but seems to be deep in thought.

He unlocks the door and walks in after me. "I miss you, too Dallon." He replies with his back facing me, as he fastens the lock back safely. There is another pause as he sets the pot down on the coffee table and walk towards me.

"I really, really do."

I feel his arms wrapping around my body and I completely melt into his touch, his scent, his presence and his form. He stands on his toes and I bend slightly so our lips touch. 

"Love you." He mumbles quietly against my lips. I hate being dramatic, but I think I'm going to die. Then he pulls away and I see his eyes glittering with excitement and tears. "I made dinner! And I hope you're hungry because I made a whole lot just for the two of us." He announces over his shoulder as he walks into the kitchen.