Band Imagines

Too Many People

"Emerson needs you to go grab the makeup pallet off the bus," The attitude in his voice was obvious even though he was trying to suppress it. The look of distaste and utter annoyance that played on his face was enough alone to show just how much he despised being in Remington's presence.
Remington scoffed and pushed passed him with words falling out of his mouth. "You could have fucking brought it. You just came from the bus." He muttered.

Right now he was full of various negative vibes and not open to anymore. Each sentence he formulated originated from at least one of those negative vibes. As much as he hated it it seemed to be beyond his control. It was like he was sitting back watching all the bad leaving his system with all the desires to say good things. Of all the people he was mean to why was it this man? His best friend, of all people, he made feel like shit.
Dallon raised his eyebrow and watched him leave. "Excuse me?" He demanded.

Remington turned around, still walking to the bus. "You could have got the fucking pallet. You were just on the bus."

The anger within himself not only took over the words he spoke, but soon enough his own thoughts. Dallon, to him, was being too demanding and very arrogant. Not to mention oblivious to everything that Remington was trying to get across. It was getting very tiring dealing with his bullshit. "Now please just shut up and leave or something."
Dallon walked towards him and shook his head, smiling angrily. "Actually I couldn't. I came from outside. Far from the bus. Not to mention my orders from your brother were for you, not me." He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard those sour words. 'Leave or something' played in his head like a broken record. Tears began to push at the backs of his eyes as rage flooded out any sadness that occupied his veins. "Leave? Gladly. Sit back, I'll bring your precious pallet back, asshat." With that he stormed off toward the bus ready to leave for good.
Remington rolled his eyes and walked to the bus. It was about damn time that he leave. It had only been four days, but he was deeply regretting the choice of asking him to come along. You would think he would get more annoyed with his brothers before his best friend. Although, isn't that what they're there for? Love and anger, sometime backstabbing? Either way it was the best wrong decision he had made.
"Of course. Be the asshole you were destined to be! Leave everyone behind when it doesn't benefit you!" he shouted as he door closed behind him. How could his friend betray him like that? Tears cascaded down his cheeks as his body heaved sobs, loud and ugly sobs. He gently shut the bus door and sat on the couch for a few minutes to collect himself. The conversation played in his head again and again and made him feel even worse every time. A deep breath relaxed him and set the tears at bay for a little while. He was going to leave the tour for sure. After all, his well being was more important than the ego of the asshole who turned on him after a night of 'mistakes'.

Remington walked back to the sound check, defeated.

As soon as Dallon had left the building everything inside of him collapsed. It had finally sunk in that Dallon was not just talking about staying outside all night, he was going back home.

He let out a deep sigh and performed the check with everyone. Emotions were pouring out of him at that point as his mind was swamped with thoughts, lyrics, emotions, conversations and names. This show was either going to be very therapeutic or shit all around, but one thing was for sure: he had to perform one of his new songs.
After a while Dallon had all of his belongings packed and ready to go. With his duffle bag on his shoulder and the makeup pallet in his hand Dallon exited the bus. He marched into the venue again only to be surprised by the sounds of the show. He set the pallet down and listened to the show.

"Oh I don't know what love is
Until you say goodbye

So I sing this song
That'll be just ours
That'll be just ours
Oh yeah yeah don't say goodbye"

Tears that wished to have fallen down his face earlier did so now. The way Remington's voice began the song indicated how broken he was. The lyrics told a story, one about their recent affairs, to an entire population of people but most importantly the man he meant it towards.

"I just need some help
I can't look at myself
Cuz I'm numb inside
And everything will die

Tell me I'll be fine
Tell me sweet, sweet lies
Cuz I'm dead inside
And everything will die"

With those words Dallon knew everything that had happened was false. All the anger, fights and overall frustration Remington showed was not towards Dallon. If anything it was towards himself.

He found himself in a seat with his belongings sat besides him on the floor. The entire concert was drown out by Dallon's thoughts and tears. He loved him. Remington had to love him for the words he was singing and for the way he was singing them. Each word had a clear destination that was Dallon. The song may have not been intended for him originally, however now it was so clearly dedicated to him. Remington sang words for him specifically to show that there were feelings of love and care, whether romantic or familial will be discussed later on, but they were affectionate words embedded with sorrow.

Hours went by and Dallon was still sat in that chair. When the concert ended and Remington exited the stage he found Dallon. He noticed his presence and the tears that slowly slid down his cheeks. He immediately felt bad for the pain that Dallon was so clearly in, but at the same time he was glad that he was still here. He was still in the venue with them which meant he had changed his mind on everything. Perhaps he heard and understood the opening song they performed.

When Dallon saw him he immediately jumped up and pulled him into an embrace. "I love you, too" he whispered gently so no one could hear. He cleared his voice and told him the concert was good. They smiled together as they walked back outside.

Both Emerson and Sebastian noticed the change and gave smiles of approval at them. After dealing with their arguments for days on end they were both relieved and equally happy that the two had seemed to makeup. Neither were oblivious of the fact something more than the usual fight had occured. Something was brewing between them, something passionate and terrifying.

After everything they sat outside alone on a bench. Space was between their thighs and their hands sat in their own laps. "I'm sorry," Dallon whispered softly under his breath. Remington glanced to him and smiled weakly.

"You're fine. I was a dick." He nodded and smiled over at Remington as the lyrics played in his head.

"There's too many people?" Dallon asked curiously.

He nodded. "Uncertainty about a topic this taboo causes drama.."
Dallon scoffed at that but smiled gently. Typical. He couldn't blame him though. "Secrets are easy to keep when both parties are straight men." He reached I've for Remingtons hand but just placed it on the bench and got up. "Come on, it's getting late."
They walked to the bus and watched a movie with the others.

Dallon kept his words to himself and let his friend work through this alone, but still provided with much needed comfort. Dallon rested his head on Remington's shoulder and held onto his arm gently.

As the movie progressed Remington began to smile slowly. He intertwined their fingers and closed his eyes. By the end of the movie Dallon was fast asleep on his best friend's shoulder. He gripped Remington's hand tighter as he nuzzled his face into his neck. The sweet scent of his skin eased him as he slept on the couch. Remington smiled down at him and pressed a soft kiss to his head. Dallon was his best friend, but he brought out more sides of Remington than he ever knew existed. This one being a very specific side he did not know a lick about. This will be an adventure of self discovery with the only friend that mattered.

•I hope you guys like this! You can make requests in the comments and I will try my best! I made slight changes to the imagine before this if you want to go check it out.•