My Saving Grace - Brallon

Last Day

It was confirmed. Dallon and I could leave this awful place. I was excited to be free and be with Dallon. Dallon and I wanted to live together, but we didn't know where. He had obviously been living with his parents before he came here, he was a teenager and still in school. Ryan and I's house was obviously burnt down, and I was temporarily living in my parents' house too. Neither of us had a job so finding a new place to live was going to be difficult.

"You guys can live with me and Pete!" Patrick said enthusiastically.

"Wait, you two live together?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course, he's my best friend," Patrick replied.

"I'm not sure I would want to live  with people that are going to freak out if Dallon and I do ANYTHING together. It gets tiring," I pointed out.

"I promise I will stop, I just will miss seeing you guys here all the time," he replied sadly. 

"Fine," I complied.

"Yay! I'm gonna go tell Pete!" Patrick exclaimed, running from the room.

"Those two are going to be the death of me, I swear," I said to Dallon, who was sitting quietly at the table, coloring in one of the MANY coloring books they had.

"I know! We might have to hide from them every once in awhile. Maybe stay at one of our parents' houses," Dallon laughed.

"We probably will," I agreed.

. . .

We were getting ready to talk to Pete about a few things, walking to his office.

"Dallon, Brendon, great to see you!" He said as we walked in. "I called your families and told them you two were together, and basically inseparable. I told them that you guys would be staying with me and Patrick. I gave them the information so they could get to know each other. I believe they're doing a big welcome home party for both of you."

"When is it?" Dallon asked, I could tell he was a bit nervous.

"In two days," he answered. "They want you to get settled when you leave tomorrow and then you can come see them at the party."

"Wait, why is it called a 'welcome home' party if we aren't going home, but staying with you and Patrick?" I asked.

"I don't know!" Pete exclaimed. "They can't necessarily call it a 'happy freedom' party now can they?"

"That's true," I replied, laughing.

"Exactly, I am always right, don't doubt me," Pete said.

"Sure you are, Pete," Dallon interjected.

"Hey! I said don't doubt me, don't you people listen?" Pete shot back.

"Nope," Dallon joked, walking out of the room. "C'mon Bren, let's go."

I followed him yelling, "Sorry, Pete, I'll see you later!"

I followed Dallon out to the common room, where he grabbed the Uno cards and sat us down at our usual table.

"Were you desperate to play Uno?" I teased.

"No, I just was getting nervous about the party, so I just wanted to spend some time alone with you," he replied. "Besides, we don't know if Pete and Patrick have Uno cards, so this might be our last chance to play for awhile."

"You mean, MY last chance to completely dominate you in Uno again!" I cheered.

"Hey, I've beaten you a few times,  so I could beat you now. You don't want to get too cocky," he said.

"Just because you've beaten me a few times doesn't mean you'll do it again today," I smirked.

"It also doesn't mean I won't beat you at all, maybe luck will be on my side today and you won't win at all," he said.

"I guess we'll see," I replied.

. . .

"Damn it, Dallon, stop!" I shouted, him beating me once again. He was beating me more times than I was him.

"You let your cockiness get to you," Dallon laughed. "Is it fun being the loser for a change?"

"No," I pouted.

We headed to the cafeteria for dinner, our last one in this place.

"I can't believe this is our last dinner here," Dallon muttered.

"You just read my mind," I smiled.

"Our last night in this place, thank god, that bed is not big enough for both of us. Some nights, you crush me against the wall and I have to push you over," Dallon complained.

"At least you have the wall, I was hanging halfway off the bed one night. It's your fault there's no room, you're a giant and take up all the bed space," I countered.

Dallon was about to say something back when Pete and Patrick walked over.

"Listen to you two bicker like a married couple," Pete said. "Move over, boys, we're sitting here."

"Oh my god, Pete, you are so bossy," I said, but still complying. Patrick sat next to Dallon and Pete sat next to me. 

"I know, but I don't care," he replied.

"How do you feel about your last dinner here?" Patrick asked.

"I can't wait to have real food," Dallon said. "This stuff is garbage."

"I bet you do, buddy, you haven't had it in FOREVER," Pete exaggerated.

"Do you guys ever get normal food? Do you stay this late every day?" I asked.

"No, don't be silly! Who in their right mind would work in a place like this all day, every day? No, it's your last full day here, we just stayed past our shift for you. We just work in the mornings and afternoons," Patrick replied.

"Yeah, if I had to stay and work here all day long, I would go crazy enough to be checked into this place," Pete said.

We continued to chat until it was time for bed. We said our goodbyes and Dallon and I headed to our room, one last time.

"Our last time in this bed together, we have so many memories here," Dallon said.

"This is the place where I saved you, where you saved me. God, I might miss this room. Not this whole place, but just this room," I whispered.

"I will too," Dallon replied. "I'm so happy to have you, my saving grace."

"My saving grace," I whispered back, before falling asleep.

A.N.

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