Might this be true? *A Brallon fanfic*

CHAPTER 7

Brendon's POV

"Dallon! Hurry up, the taxi's waiting!" I yelled.
 He ran up to me: "Sorry, I forgot to pack my phone charger. Then I couldn't find it, so I -" "Shut up and come with us!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the cab.

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We arrived at 3 AM. It was still very calm.
"Why exactly did we have to hurry?" Dallon said in an ironic tone. I was laughing, but Kenny soon stopped that. "Can't you shut up for a second? It's 3 in the morning." 
He's clearly way too tired to be nice. I wanted to tell him we'd have to get up at times like these pretty often the next weeks, but Dallon put a hand on my knee, signaling I shouldn't argue with him right now. 
When we got our boarding passes, we walked straight to our gate and looked for same available chairs to slumber a little.                                                           
After about 15 minutes, Dal said: "Hey, I can't sleep. I'm already going to buy breakfast for later; do you want anything?" "Anything is fine, thanks." I mumbled, half asleep.

Dallon's POV

I just couldn't fall asleep. Last night, or a few hours ago actually, I didn't sleep either.
 There were just too many things on my mind: I was nervous for our flight, because I always develop anxiety on the plane. Also, I was a little upset Brendon didn't want to tell me what they were laughing about yesterday; it was probably some kind of joke about me... 
But the thought I really couldn't shake off was that I was frightened for this tour. I was afraid of failing, of letting the band down, of not being accepted by the fans again and I just desperately hoped this year I'd be a little less 'Hi, I'm Dallon and those three guys are Panic! At The Disco."

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The plane had just arrived at the right hight to fly to our destination. A light turning off told us we could move out of our seats from now on. Phew, I was happy the pilot didn't make me feel nauseous or scared to death yet.

Brendon's POV

I was sat next to Dallon on seats 21A and B, Dan and Kenny were sat in front of us. I asked them if that was fine, because I wanted to ask Dallon about the stage-thing. I was still thinking how to catch his attention; he was listening to music with his eyes closed. He wasn't sleeping, because his breathing wasn't slow enough. To be honest, his chest moved really fast and he constantly tapped his legs. He's clearly not calm on this plane.

I gently put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to open his eyes and pause the song he was listening. "I'm sorry, did you say anything?" He asked. "No, but you looked pretty tense. Are you alright?" I could see him struggling not to tell something.

"Yeah, I'm fine.." He smiled up to me, but there was nervousness in his eyes.

A few minutes later - we had just been sitting there staring in nothingness - we got in a some slightly bad weather and our flight attendant told us to fasten our seatbelt. There was nothing dangerous going on, she said. Just some more wind than usual, but nothing special when flying to Europe.

As the signal telling us to stay at our places went off, I could see Dallon breathe even louder than before. He was trying to stay calm, which only caused him to start shaking.

"Dallon, there's no need to be scared." I said calmly. "I'm sorry, I-I have always had a f-fear of fl-flying." He whispered, stuttering as his teeth chattered. "It's okay. Everyone has their fears." I assured. "I'm here. I won't leave." "Th-th-thanks." He smiled.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do: I was waiting for a chance to ask you something. Now, this might not be exactly the best timing since you're panicking, but maybe listening to me will calm you down." He just nodded, so I started talking: "It's about yesterday. Do you remember when we were laughing while you were in the restroom and when you came back I told you I'd explain you later? Well, this is it: a few weeks ago I had watched some concerts from 2005, from MCR. I don't know if you've ever watched those, but Gerard and Frank do some special shit at those concerts that's quite funny, cute and it drives the fans crazy. So, I had been thinking, and got stuck with the idea of us doing something like that. Yesterday I asked the boys if they were okay with it and they thought it'd be abso-fucking-lutely hilarious.                                                                  Now, what do you think about it? Are you into it?" I asked.

Dal had indeed calmed down from my talking, but now I was getting all red and sweaty. I don't really get why, it's just a request to have some fun on stage.

Dallon frowned: "Do you mean like, the uhh, acting all gay thing? The singing and playing way too close, the teasing and almost but probably not kissing etc.?" He was blushing too now.

"Well, uhh, yeah, actually. I thought it would be fun."

Dallon smiled. "I'm in! Cheers to a fun tour!" We both giggled. Dallon sorta looked relieved.