ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

coffee-stained vinyl

!!REPOST AND REWRITTEN!!

//After buying a few vinyls in a book store, Brendon sat in a coffee shop. As he checked out the vinyls he had just bought, a tall man, who's in a rush, knocks over Brendon's coffee and it spilled on his vinyls. Now, Brendon would get angry but the man's face seemed to apologize so much.//

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"One black coffee, please." He smiled at the cashier, pulling out his wallet from his pant pockets.

"Is that all, mister?" She asked for assurance as she punched a few buttons on the register.

"Mhm."

"Cash or credit?"

"Cash, keep the change." He handed her a five dollar bill and in exchange, she gave him the receipt.

"Have a good day!" The cashier smiled and Brendon liked her smile, just a tiny bit.

"You too." Brendon walked over the table, inhaling a few breaths. The fumes of the coffee products filled his lungs paired with the sound of soft, hippie music in the back ground. It's one of the perfect combinations in life.

He set down the plastic bag with the three vinyls he had just bought. Brendon was pretty happy with his purchases. One the vinyls was a Frank Sinatra album and the other two were bands that someone had suggested them. Which he took their advice and wow, he's into those bands.

With him being an observer type, he couldn't stop himself from wrapping the plastic and taking the record out.

There was something about owning a record that made you feel...grand and elegant...? He couldn't describe this feeling well.

Brendon set the other two bands' vinyls to the side and focused on the Sinatra one. It was a simple vinyl with the sleek black and grayish in the middle.

As he began to set down the record, the cashier came around to give him his coffee. He said a quiet "thank you" and grabbed two packets of sugar.

Now, he would have drink it straight black but a little sweetness never hurt anyone, right?

Once he finished mixing sugar, he took a sip. His face winced a little at the bitter taste that invaded his mouth. However, still, he's addicted to that bittersweet taste.

When he set the cup down, Brendon took the vinyl out of the cover and he loved to admire the object. It was almost heavenly in a way.

Just as he put the Frank Sinatra album down, a rushing figure ran past his table and knocked over his coffee. It began to spill on the album, luckily not the other two.

Brendon gritted his teeth, attempting to not yell in anger at the stranger. Before he could even speak, the quite tall stranger was scrambling for tissues.

"I'm sorry, I'm so s-sorry, please forgive. I was rushing and I-I didn't see you and..." the stranger frantically spoke but then halted to a pause. Brendon couldn't say anything after he saw the stranger's face.

It was quite the looker as he had, maybe, the best shade of blue in his eyes.

"Sir, are you okay?" The unknown man asked once more with concern.

"Y-yeah."

"I'll repay for the vinyl, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't be rushing in like a fool. H-how much was it?" The blue-eyed man inquired, taking his wallet out of his coat pocket.

"N-no, sit down, please." Brendon gestured his hand to the seat in front of him. Maybe he had a chance with this lovely stranger.

"Once more, I'm really so-" The stranger started up again but Brendon had other plans.

"Hey, it's okay, you have a pretty face to pay a price for that album." Brendon smiled and the person in front of him blushed a little.

"O-oh, thanks." He shyly thanked.

"What's your name then?"

"Dallon. Dallon Weekes."

"Well, Dallon, I'm Brendon and I think I would forgive you more if you went out on a date with me." Sure, Brendon should have thought about his words before he said them. However, he was one to speak without thought.

Dallon frowned slightly and he seemed hesitant with what he would say. "Brendon...I....uh, well, have a date tonight." He was playing with the zipper of his unzipped jacket.

That's when Brendon's walls of confidence began to corrode from the rising waves of anxiety. He felt like he a million mistakes in that one attempt to get a date.

"H-hey, it's okay, don't be sad! If things don't work out as I may expect them, maybe you do have a chance with me." A gentle smile on his lips.

"Okay then, well, keep your eyes peeled, I may try to sabotage that date." Brendon joked.

"And here, just if you want it," Dallon pulled out a slip of paper and pen then wrote his digits.

"Of course, I want it! You better give me tabs on that date, though." Maybe Brendon even made a friend that day.

"Okay, then! I have to go and get ready, see you soon!" Dallon rose from the seat and just before he left the shop, he laid a thirty dollars. "This is for your record, by the way, I'm sorry!"

Brendon shook his head, not being able to fathom such a guy who would be so caring and kind.

And he really hoped that this date wouldn't end so well.

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I think this version of the one-shot might be a little better. Just maybe. I hoped you enjoy and have a great day! <3