Brendon's POV
"Hey Dan, listen up: Dal is coming over tonight a little earlier, because I need someone to talk to, but I don't know much about him. What do you think he'd like to do?"
Dan let out a sigh from the other side of the phone.
"Dude, stay cool. I guess you're eating, so just go for small talk and afterwards, go sit in the studio and tell him what you want to, while setting up the instruments.
I know Dallon, he's okay with talking."
"Thanks, Dan." I said, and he hung up the phone.
Dallon's POV
What should I wear?? I mean it's like just band practice, but we kinda are dining, so should I look chique?
I take a pair of skinny jeans from the wardrobe and try them on. To make it a little less casual I put on a white button-up shirt and my black laced up boots.
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As I check my watch I scream internally 4:45 PM!!!! Shit, gotta get going.
I run to the pizzeria next door and feel very relieved to see my order is ready. At least I was smart enough to order with a call. After I pay and give a giant tip, because I'm so happy my food was prepared, I jump in my car and drive to Brendons. I am so nervous without knowing why, but it doesn't bother me that much.
Brendon's POV
I open the door quickly.
"Dal, you're here!!" I screamed "OMG, pizza!".
Dallon chuckled as he came inside.
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Might this be true? *A Brallon fanfic*
FanfictionBrendon is pretty confident and has always been the funny one. What his friends don't know is how he struggles with himself. Dallon, a friend and band mate of Brendon, is more likely to be quiet, but is really good with feelings. Most people know a...
