Might this be true? *A Brallon fanfic*

CHAPTER 13

Brendon's POV

I feel like shit. The last two shows, Dallon acted really detached. I don't know why, but whenever we do anything on stage, it feels like he hates doing it and the amount of gay has dropped to like one or two small things every show. 
That's kind of frustrating, but of course that's not the only reason why I feel a bit down. It is mostly because the last few days Dallon hasn't been talking to me much. I feel like he is avoiding me and I don't want to ask why, 'cause it might hurt him. Though, at the same time, I'm scared he's getting worse again, considering him being quiet and on his own. He's usually in his bunk reading or sleeping and I'm scared he's isolates himself from us. While all I want to do is help him.

We're currently in our bunks, waiting for Dan and Kenneth to return. They decided to go out for a walk, but me and Dal stayed inside. 
Instead of doing what I should: talking to him, I lay down in my bunk and sigh.

Only half a minute later, I hear shuffling next to me. "Bren?" It's Dallon.

To be honest, I'm not in the mood to talk. He practically ignores me for three days and then decides he wants to chat? Too bad. He'll survive.

I act like I'm asleep and he seems to buy it. "Well, I guess I'll just take a walk by myself then."

Dallon's POV

I don't know what I am doing anymore. Well, obviously I'm treating Brendon the wrong way and I'm perfectly sure I shouldn't, but what should I do?

I like Brendon and it's been long enough since I asked for some more space, but he seemed totally uninterested when I wanted to confess to him a few days ago and he is probably mad at me for treating him like this. Why would he still like me?

I'm relieved to be outside right now; if I was on the bus I'd be... No, Dallon. Stop thinking about that.

I like how the rain resembles the way I feel. Pouring emotions but only a little bit.

Fuck. I guess somebody out there heard me thinking, 'cause it just started raining way harder.

This is bad; I hear thunder and wind coming from everywhere. Plausibly, I'd better go back to the bus. 
I walk my way back, unable to see where I'm going, since it's storming and about ten PM. Even though I have never really feared storms, I shiver at how dark my surrounding is right now.

Oh, no. Brendon is frightened of storms; I think. And he's alone.

I start running, not caring how soaked I get.

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I enter our tourbus, it's way too quiet. That means Kenneth and Dan have not returned yet. I look for Brendon, who seems to be in his bunk; the curtain is closed, but I can hear sobbing.

"Bren?" I ask. He opens the curtain a little bit. "It's fine, I am here with you."

No response. "Brendon?" He doesn't react and keeps on rocking back- and forward while crying. Another panic attack. Okay; first, I need to get him to acknowledge my existence. "BRENDON!" I yell. He moves and looks up at me; tears streaming down his face.

"I-I... thunder.." he stutters. "Shhhh, Bren. Try to breathe in and out slowly. There, there." I pat his back and he curls into a ball, leaning into my chest. 
I just lie down with him for a while, until he starts breathing normally again.

To be honest, I'm really fucking tired. "Are you okay?" I ask. "Yeah, thanks." he says, obviously still a little scared. I get out of the bunk to get changed and go to sleep.

Brendon's POV

I fucking hate thunderstorms. It's still a little awkward being with Dallon, since I can't say things I'd like to say. But I'm really terrified and I don't want another panic attack.

Suddenly, Dallon comes out of the bathroom wearing pajamas and tries to get in his bunk. "Wait, Dallon." I say. "Could you, maybe, lay with me for a while? I'm too scared. Fuck, I sound like a 6 year old."

He chuckles: "No, you don't; c'mon, move your body; in case you didn't notice before: I'm a little too huge to fit on two inches of a bunk."