Hopeless Romantic -- Brallon

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BBU

He hurt Dallon.

He hurt Dallon.

Now I'm furious. I start to punch Brent, and we full on brawl for a few minutes. He barely knows how to fight, so it was a breeze beating him up.

Two teachers come out from the corner of the hall and tear us apart.

I scream. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO HURT HIM, DIPSHIT!"

The asshole grimaces. "Whatever." Ms. Williams takes him to the nurse while Mr. Wentz turns to us.

Mr. Wentz speaks up. "Uh, you two can skip class for the rest of the day if you want. That was kind of intense, I'd imagine you guys not focusing in class." He turns the corner, probably going to his classroom.

We're finally alone together. I could scream it from the top of my lungs. I run over to Dallon. "Are you okay? Does it hurt badly? "

He frowns and looks down. "I'm fine, Brendon. Barely anything happened to me. Are you okay though? You actually fought. I didn't do anything but sit here."

"Shut your pretty mouth. You're fine. He shouldn't have hurt you, that bastard." I scowl. I hope that idiot has a disfigured nose. Dallon doesn't deserve to be called insulting names and get hurt to any degree.

"I know we don't have to attend school for the rest of the day, but I don't want to be marked for being absent." Dallon says sheepishly.

I sigh. "I'm pretty sure they'll mark it as an accused absence, so your attendance will be fine. If we have the rest of the day off, do you want to maybe... hang out?"

Dallon bites his lip. That's one of his little quirks. It's fucking adorable. "Uh... I..." He starts. I know he probably doesn't want to be with me. He's trying to be nice.

"I-it's fine. I know you wouldn't want to. You're probably uncomfortable, I'm sorry." I say and start to walk away. Nice try, Brendon. Of course he wouldn't want to hang out with me. Even after what just happened.

"No, wait! Brendon!" I turn around. He runs up next to me. "Sorry. I'll hang out with you. It's not like I hate you or anything."

I smile. "Thanks." We walk through the halls.

"No, thank you. For what you did. Brent's an asshole for calling you a faggot and everything." He says.

"I would take a bullet for you. And really? Brent is his name? Even more of an asshole." I laugh.

Dallon chuckles, then he stops walking. "I forgot! I need to go to my locker. I need my science textbook and the flowers you gave me."

I nod. "Oh, okay. I don't need anything from my locker, so I'll walk with you."

We turn back and go to his locker. After a few minutes, we reach it and he starts unlocking it. I lean against the lockers beside his.

He opens his backpack and puts his science textbook inside. Then he grabs the bouquet of blue flowers carefully and closes his locker. He looks at the flowers and sighs. He sighs a lot.

"Brendon... I'm sorry I don't feel the same. I just... I'm sorry. Why do you try, honestly?" He says, staring at the flowers.

I purse my lips and reply. "It's okay. I don't know if you will ever like me, but I feel like we're meant to be together. I still like showing my affection. I'm sure as can be, there is nobody else for you but me."

He looks from the flowers to me. "I just feel like we won't mix. I'm not attracted to you; I'm not attracted to anyone right now. I'm sorry, but I think we don't go together. Almost like our eyes. Mine are blue like... water, and yours are brown like chocolate. Chocolate and water don't mix.'' (pls don't call bullshit on this "chocolate and water don't mix" idea, just let me live)

My own eyes water at what he says. I understand he doesn't like me but the way he explained it really hurts. Panic (!) reaches his face when he notices me start to cry.

"No, don't cry! I'm sorry! I'm really, really, really sorry!" He exclaims.

I smile through the tears. I don't want him to feel bad. It's not his fault, really. "It's fine." I wipe my few tears away. "That was really poetic of you, though. 'Chocolate and water don't mix'."

Dallon shrugs. "It just came to mind. Your eyes do look nice, though." I mentally gush at the compliment and try to hide my red face.

A thought pops inside my head. I smirk. "Actually, I was thinking we're more like iced coffee. You compared your eyes to water, mine to chocolate. Water can be frozen into ice, and chocolate and coffee can be the same shade as brown. Ice and coffee can go together. Why can't we?"

He sighs, yet again. "Smart, Urie. But maybe we're just not meant to be."

We start walking away from the lockers and I speak up. "Hey, do you wanna get ice cream?"

Dallon's eyes light up and a grin is plastered on his face. "Yes! Of course. We could get vanilla cones. And maybe some Dr. Pepper."

I smile as we walk out the school doors. "Sure." I remember his love for Dr. Pepper. If only he loved me the same.

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Songs referenced:
Alone Together -Fall Out Boy
Bullet -Riot Child
Don't Like You Anymore -The Brobecks