Might this be true? *A Brallon fanfic*

CHAPTER 15

Brendon's POV

The rest of the show was awesome. I felt so happy and energetic after Dallon confessed his feelings for me. Dan and Kenneth were confused, because I went from a breakdown to full on happiness in only a quarter hour, but they were a happy kind of confused.

It was about 7 AM now and I woke up with one thought: Dallon. Initially I just wanted to get out of my bunk and get in his to hug him, but then something came to my mind. I hadn't told Dallon I liked him back. I mean, I told him a while ago, but that's nog really the same. 
So, while waiting for the others to wake up, I ate some cereal on our small table while I tried to come up with a way to tell Dallon, without the rest hearing our conversation.

I started daydreaming, but my beautiful made-up story got interrupted by a beautiful voice. "G'morning." Dallon said. "Hey, Dal. Hungry?" I asked holding up the box of cereal.                     
"Yes. I'm starving! Gimme that box!" 


I giggled at his outburst of energy. He raised an eyebrow, whilst shoving a spoon in his mouth. "What?!" "Nothing much. You just look cute when you're energetic." I winked.
 A rose colour reached his cheeks and he looked down. I lifted his head with my fingers that I had just placed under his chin. 

"Don't look down, I want to see your eyes."


He finished his cereal and just sat at our table in silence. 
"Dallon, about yesterday. Before I say anything, you are sure about what you told me?" I asked, almost whispering because I didn't want the others to hear us. 
"I am, Brendon. Never have I been more sure." He said, the same volume, but more certain. "I just wanted to say," I started feeling warmth rise up to my neck, but ignored it. "that I also... really like you too." 
Dallon smiled the brightest smile. I'm sure I was reflecting that smile. Then Dallon spoke up: "So you wouldn't mind if I," 

He was looking in my eyes, but his eyes darted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes, "if I would..." 
And before I even knew the distance between our faces was closed. We kissed for only a few seconds. 

Dallon pulled away for a second, the expression on his face was asking 'Are you okay with this?'. "Yes, I am." and I closed the small distance again. My eyes closed as I felt his soft lips on mine. The kiss was filled with love; it was soft, yet passionate, deep, yet not at all rough. 
It might sound like a cliché, but I actually felt like I was on cloud nine. 
We released, still staring into each others eyes. 
There was only one thing I was able to say right now: "Whaw..."                            Dallon laughed, holding my hand. 
"Thank you, Brenny." he said. I felt myself tearing up from the amount of emotions and love that I was experiencing. "No, thank you. Don't you ever forget that I'm never leaving you behind, Dally."

Dallon's POV

Both smiling like two stupid dorks, tears in our eyes, we sat there; enjoying the moment until I noticed Dan and Kenneth standing a few feet away. 
"Awwwww..." they cooed. Even they had tear strained faces. 

Brendon broke the silence: "Well, guys, if you didn't know yet; we're really fucking gay for each other." 

Laughter erupted and I knew this was going to be the start of something better.

-

"Dallyyyy! C'mon, we've got to play a show!!" I heard Bren screaming in the most high-pitched voice ever. He has never been more energetic than today, but it's really cute.


This morning we talked with the guys for a while, because well, for them that kiss really came out of nowhere. They both told us they were really happy for us and it felt like they genuinely meant what they said. 
The rest of today has been good, no sad moments, mostly just hanging out together in a mall. I must admit Brendon and I have been staring at each other non-stop, blushing each and every time, but because we haven't made anything official yet, we wanted to keep it hidden.

"Right at your service, Brenny. You wanted to ask me something before we started?" I asked, smiling. "Yeah, uhh.. I know this might be really early, but since we like each other for a while - we were just two fools that didn't tell each other - I was thinking: d'you want to be my boyfriend?" 
He was blushing mad now, looking down to avoid my eyes. 
"Yes, I do. Oh, God, yes!" I exclaimed and pulled him in for a hug. 
Brendon took full advance on that and stood on his tip toes to peck me on the lips. "We'll make this work. I love you, Weekes."

That's when I knew I could trust this guy.

Brendon's POV

"Hey, everyone!! Thank you all for coming here tonight! It's the last show of this tour, so we wanted to make this extra special."

It was time for us to play This Is Gospel. What the fans didn't know, was that right next to the stage, an old band mate was waiting.

"Come on, Spence, we're waiting for ya!" and with that Spencer, our formal drummer walked to me, handing me my guitar for this song.

The crowd started chanting 'Spencer, Spencer, Spencer!!!'

He hugged all the four of us, before coming back to me. "Spence? I'd like to show you something. Will you place stay here until Girls/Girls/Boys is over?" 
He looked at me and said, while smiling: "Sure, Boyd; I'll be only a few steps away." and he went back off-stage.

-

We're at the end of our show now. Dallon asked us if we could play Girls/Girls/Boys last, because he wanted to do something and that song was perfect for it. He didn't tell me what, though, so I have been nervous the whole show.

He walks over to me with his bass, totally not singing the background vocals anymore, but Kenneth still sings them, so no problem.

He stands behind me, I feel his heavy breathing against my neck, making me shiver. He then softly kisses my collarbone, my neck and then my cheek. 
Only then I realize I stopped singing, but the fans clearly don't consider that as a problem right now.

Dallon slips in front of me and pulls me away from my microphone, only to lean closer to me and kiss me. Our lips melt and move perfectly in sync. The way he holds my cheek and how I feel him smile against my mouth make me go weak in the knees.

After about a whole minute of making out, the crowd has gone completely silent. Dallon pulls away and takes my microphone, "Hello everyone! Now, just for the record: we like to play silly at shows, you must have already noticed that," he interlocks his fingers with mine, "but this definitely was a kiss I cannot play." 
I grin at him and take the mic for a second, "Neither do I, Dal, neither do I."

I laugh at him, scream, "Goodnight everybody! I love you all! But I love Dallon more!"

He pecks me on the lips and we walk out of the concert venue; enjoying the few rays of sun touching our skin, hands still interlocked.