Blank Space °°Brallon/Ryden°°

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Dallon definitely felt better the next day, but the sickness was almost replaced by a fear. Ryan's insane words and laughter seemed to haunt Dallon's thoughts as he looked through his wardrobe.

What if he ended up deranged? What would that even be like, to be considered insane?..

Dallon shook away the thoughts as he grabbed a baseball tee to slip over his head. He knew Brendon by now... At least, he knew a fraction of Brendon; he wasn't the most straightforward man.

Dallon quickly moved into his bathroom to fix his hair. He grabbed up his brush, but hesitated at looking in the mirror. The image of his own blood splattered face flashed over his thoughts like a spotlight.

"Stop it!" He muttered to himself. He shook his head again and looked up to quiff up his hair, but quickly gave up. His hair flopped uselessly to the sides in an uncooperative defiance of being styled. "Have it your way." He muttered once again, tossing his brush on the counter and instead quickly running his fingers through his hair.

Once satisfied, he moved back into his bedroom, where his cellphone was pinging softly. Dallon scooped it into his hand from off the bed sheets and checked it.

It was a message from Brendon.

I hope you feel well enough to come over!

I have a surprise for you
☺

Dallon felt his stomach knot at the message. Usually, this would seem like such a sweet thing but, after Ryan, now it made him nervous. There was obviously a side of Brendon that Dallon wasn't fully aware of, he was sure of it after Ryan's crazed ramblings.

"I still don't know the full story..." Dallon reasoned with himself, trying to calm his nerves. "It could be nothing..." He paused when he realized he was simply talking to the empty air around him; he was talking out loud to himself "I must already be insane."

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Dallon shook his fingers through his hair as he walked up to Brendon's studio. The sky was dull in tone, thanks to the gray clouds, and a cool breeze swept down the street. It almost made Dallon backtrack, honestly. He could use the weather as an excuse as to why he needed to stay home; he didn't want to recatch the sickness he had just shaken off.

Dallon didn't utilize the excuse, however. Instead, he walked up to the gate and knocked. A smile found his face when Brendon opened the door. Brendon was wearing a loose fitting, paint stained shirt and dark, paint stained pants.

"Dallon!" Brendon extended his arms, resting his hands on Dallon's shoulders. He then bounced on his toes and pressed a kiss to Dallon's lips. "I hope you're feeling better? It's so good to see you." Brendon smiled affectionately at him.

Dallon felt eased by Brendon's smile as the darker haired boy pulled away. "It's good to see you too."

"Come in! There's a downpour up north that's heading this way." Brendon gestured Dallon inside.

Dallon moved into the small yard between the wall and building. He was turning to look at Brendon when he noticed another figure in the space. It was a uniformed man with a badge standing out against the dark fabric on his chest.

Dallon froze. Why was there an officer in Brendon's yard? He almost jumped when Brendon's hand pressed delicately against his back.