Singers and Jocks (Brallon)

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Dallon's POV

Well that was a surprise. I didn't expect Ryan to be helping anyone. I know that sounded harsh, but he never really helped anyone in all the time I knew him. When I smiled at him I was kind of proud because of the point I made before, and then he smiled back.

That was what shocked me the most. The smile. I hadn't seen him smile like that since before I met Brendon. He must finally gotten close to someone who he liked. Really liked in my opinion.

I remember back in Freshman year when Ryan asked Brendon if he needed any help in the math they were doing. They sat next to each other because of the teacher, but Brendon said no and then Ryan became an embarrassed mess.

Since then he's told me he hated Brendon, but I knew he still liked him. I had that trait, and it was a good one to have. I had the trait to easily know if someone was lying or not, so I could understand what it was that was going on.

"Dallon?" I heard a voice pull me from my thoughts. Brendon. I sighed and looked up at him. "Can we talk?"

Here it goes. I nodded and he smiled sadly, walking just outside the cafeteria and turned to me.

"Look, I'm really, really sorry about Sarah. I didn't mean for it to happen either, you know. I don't exactly remember what happened, but when I woke up she was... Yeah... She was there. We were both freaking out and she apologised and I told her that I was sure that you'd be able to understand...but... I suppose not, huh? It doesn't matter anyways. We can either stay like we are and just not talk, or you can forgive me and we can start talking again. Just, please... " Tears started forming in his eyes, threatening to fall. "I love you, Dallon. I don't care how many times I'll need to tell you that to make you forgive me but fuck, I'll do anything to make you forgive me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Anything?" He nodded. "Well, you can say 'I love you' as many times as you want, but I don't want that. I want you to prove to me that you do love me. That you can love me. It's just that... I can't trust you, Brendon. I know that sounds harsh, but that's what happens. You need to show me that I can trust you again. Can you do that?" He nodded enthusiastically. "Well then. Get to it. Spit spot."

"Did you just quote Mary Poppins?"

"I did indeed."

He chuckled and looked down. Cautiously, he grabbed hold of my hand in his and started swinging them slightly. I chuckled a little myself before staring into his eyes. It felt like I was never going to see him again, and I didn't like that feeling. At all. I brushed it off and smiled, starting to walk towards the cafeteria with Brendon, hand in hand.

"I love you, Dallon. I love you, Dallon. I love you, Dallon. I love you, Dallon. I love you, Dallon. I love you, Dallon. I love you, Da-"

"Okay I get the point." I chuckled, pushing him slightly. He pushed back and fell into me because he was an absolute moron. He giggled and looked up at me. Those chocolate brown eyes were so captivating. You could stare into them for hours and never get bored, while I just had blue eyes. How boring.

"Dallon."

"Hm?"

"You gay, bro?"

I snorted at his question. I didn't expect that kind of question. I didn't even expect a question if I'm honest.

"Of course not. You gay, bro?"

"Totally." He hummed. I quickly thought of a response.

"Well, that's a bit gay, innit?"

"Where did the scottish accent come from, Dally Boy?"

"I guess I just had it in me." I winked, testing his dirty mind, and of course, he understood the joke.

"That's not all that's in you."

"Wha-Ohhhh....bitch, I am a better top than you'll ever be."

"Mhm." He said sassily.

"Mhm." I challenged, posing in the same way.

"Fine, you win. But I still think I'd be a better top."

"On a girl, maybe." I mumbled to myself and heard Brendon chuckle.

"Nah, definetely on you."

"But you quite clearly have the girliest moan out of the both of us."

He turned to me and stared for a couple of seconds before grinning madly.

"Don't you do it. I swear to God if you do..." I warned, knowing what he was going to do. He didn't listen. Not one bit. He made the loudest moan he could and I'm sure all of the cafeteria-hell, the whole school could hear it. He wouldn't stop doing it and it was the most embarrassing thing I had ever been through.

"Oh Dallon, harder!" He shouted. "Oh fuck! Right the-" I covered his mouth with the palm of my hand and he squealed a little before licking a stripe up it, making me squeal and pull it away.

"What the fuck was that?" I managed to squeak out. He just shrugged and messed up his clothes, with me trying to stop him and fix them. He swatted my hand away and made himself have mad sex hair, which was even more embarrassing for me.

I thought he was going to walk out casually, but he didn't. He put on his best limping act. We got to the cafeteria and everyone was looking at us. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, and Brendon just giggled and made a comment about sex that I didn't hear. I covered my face with my hand and just walked towards the table.

"All good again, then, eh?" Josh asked, making Tyler giggle.

"We didn't do anyth-" I tried to say but got interrupted by Kenny.

"Don't try that move, Treeman. The whole cafeteria heard Brendon, and he shouted your name, so obviously, you fucked him." Dan had started laughing a little too, as did Tyler, Josh, Pete, Patrick and Joe. Andy just sat emotionless. Sometimes, I think Andy's a robot just because of the way he barely ever blinks, he's basically emotionless, and that his voice is usually the exact same tone, although sometimes he can be hyper, not Brendon's level, but high up there.

"We did not fuck, guys. Brendon was just being a-"

"Moaning mess?" Kenny asked, making Brendon snort.

This is hell.