Might this be true? *A Brallon fanfic*

CHAPTER 6

Dallon's POV

It was 4 PM and we had just arrived at Brendon's house to pack his clothes. Just then, we heard a knock at the door. It were Kenny and Dan.

"Hey Bren! Oh, hi, Dallon! Wow, everybody's in here!" Kenny was enthusiastic as ever.

At least he's not being grumpy or mean to me.

"So, why are you both wearing long sleeves and long jeans? It's the freaking middle of summer!" Dan said confused. "It's just really cosy to wear." Bren said.
Thank the Lord they didn't know the actual reason of me wearing long sleeves in literally any kind of weather or Brendon wearing my shirt.

"What brings you guys here?" Brendon asked. "Not much, really. We got bored." Kenny said. "Oh, and we wanted to know if there was anything else we had to know for tour."

Brendon frowned, deeply thinking: "Uhm, no there's nothing else. Get yourselves comfortable."

We wanted to go back to Bren's room when Dan stopped us: "Hey, what are you guys doing?" "Brendon still needs to pack some of his clothes and I am helping him." "Okay, don't stay away too long, huh."

Brendon's POV

"Should I go for white shirts only or...?" I questioned, unaware of saying it out loud.                    "I'd take some blue ones as well," Dallon said, "variation is more fun." I chuckled. Wait what I chuckled? Ah, never mind. "That, mr. Weekes, is a fact. I only packed black trousers, though."

We kept on packing for like fifteen minutes; deciding which shoes I had to take with me. I wanted to take my black boots, but Dallon said that was going to be way too fucking warm, so I packed the boots and a pair of sneakers for the hottest days.

"Dallon, I don't want to wear these ties, there too boringggg!" I whined. He sighed, smiling  down at me: "Why don't you wear some of my bow ties? I've got like a dozen in my suitcase."

"Yayy, we'll be tie-twins!" I exclaimed. "Don't you ever say that again." Dallon said as serious as possible, but he was blushing.

We got back downstairs to see four boxes of chinese food. "You're back! Finally, we can eat!" Kenneth said.

"Where did you get this?" Dal asked. "It's really good food." "A few blocks away, my cousin works there, so I could get it a little cheaper." Dan winked.

"Bren?" Dallon asked. "I'm just going to the restroom for a second." He got closer to my ear. "Don't worry, I won't hurt anything or anyone." He put a hand on my shoulder.

I think it's a little hard for him to tell me, but I'm happy he did.

While we were eating, I got an idea for tour, that would definitely make lots of fans freak out of happiness. Probably Dal would feel more appreciated because of it too and I just thought it would be fun to do.

"Kenny, Dan? I wanted to suggest something small for tour." I said hesitantly.

They looked interested. "Shouldn't Dallon be here?" Dan asked. I shook my head. "It's about him, but I wanted your permission first." They nodded as to say I could go on. "You know that stage-gay thing Frank and Gerard do at shows?" They looked really confused now. "Well, I thought it'd be fun to do something like that this tour with Dallon. Not taking it as far as Frerard takes it, of course." I winked.

"That's actually really cool." Dan said. "The fans are going to go crazy for that." I smiled.

Kenny looked like there was no emotion in his body. "Yeah, it's fine." Phew, I thought he was gonna get all mad or something.

Just then, Dallon got back. "What's so funny? You are all looking like idiots with that smile on your face." He said. "I'll tell you tomorrow." I said. I didn't want to ask him with the guys around. If he doesn't want to this, it'd be a little awkward not to be on our own.