Kaleidoscope Eyes || Panic! At The Disco

t w e n t y - t h r e e

***** Dallon's Point of View *****

I woke up with Brendon sleeping on my chest, the only sound in the room being his soft breathing.

That made me smile. Even though it wasn't something I was used to, it was a nice change.

I didn't want to wake him. He seemed so settled there, on my chest, and he even had a small smile on his face as he slept. I didn't want to interrupt that.

My fingers lightly trailed through his hair.

He stirred, before freaking out and practically throwing himself off the bed in alarm.

"Are you okay?"

"W-Where am I?!"

"You're in my bedroom."

"O-Oh, right..." He took a deep breath. "S-Sorry, I d-didn't r-realise..."

"It's okay."

He felt around in the air for the edge of my bed, but in the completely wrong direction.

I led his hand to the edge.

"T-Thanks..." He murmured, climbing back up and lying down beside me.

"How are you?"

"Good?"

"That's good."

"T-Thank you for last night..."

"No problems."

He snuggled up to me in silence.

I held him close.

We were both enjoying it until we were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." I said, getting up from the bed.

I pulled some clothes on and headed to the front door.

I really didn't feel like talking to anyone today. I pulled the door open.

Dad was there. Not in his work clothes, just in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and a pack of papers under his arm.

"Oh, hey."

"Hey Dal. You busy?"

"Not really?"

He stepped inside and closed the door, before placing the booklets in my hand. "I need you to apply to transfer, today."

"Why right now?"

"Because if you want to get in to any of these places before the cutoffs, they have to be done today. And the music program is taking a massive funding cut next semester, so you need to move."

"Okay?"

Without warning, he hugged me.

"Dad...what's all this about?"

"I m-managed to convince them to leave the rest of the art d-department alone..." He whispered. "B-But at the expense of my j-job."

"Oh..."

"S-So you and B-Brendon are g-gonna... have to move." He ran his hand along the kitchen table. "I-I've lost the apartment and the c-car and w-we're gonna have to m-move house and I d-don't even know where I'm g-gonna work now!"

"I'm sure you'll find something."

He sat me down and started making me fill in applications.

He really didn't say much.

Brendon came out eventually, still in his underwear.

"Do we have anything for breakfast, Dal?" He asked.