ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

before we save the future, we gotta bring up the past

// Dallon just wants to talk about the current relationship between himself and Brendon. //

"We need to talk, Brendon." his voice quiet through the phone.

Brendon swallows the lump in his throat. That tone in Dallon's voice scares him and it's not even menacing.

"On the phone? Or in person?" Brendon asks, trying to keep his voice steady.

"In person, if you can." Whatever might happen, meeting him in person terrifies Brendon. However, Dallon prefers this and Brendon's willing to do this.

"Okay, at your place?" Brendon asks.

"I'll see you then," Dallon whispers and drops the call. Brendon gets a dark colored hoodie and then walks out of the house to get in his car. He starts the car and begins to drive to Dallon's apartment, which isn't too far from his own apartment. What does Dallon want to talk about? Whatever may be, Brendon's stomach already filling with butterflies and his anxiety is heightening.

He parks on the curb of the driveway and walks toward the building that holds his bandmate's apartment. Each step Brendon takes, his fears grow taller than his own shadow. Once he took the stairs to reach to Dallon's apartment, Brendon takes a deep breath and knocks the door. Brendon's eyes on his feet and his fingers fidgeting like hell in his hoodie pocket.

Dallon opens the door and smiles. "Come in, Brendon."

Brendon thanks him and sits down on one of the corners of the couch, watching Dallon sit on the other end.

"Before we do anything, would you like a drink? Or anything?" Dallon asked.

"No, no, I'm good. So, uh, then, what do you wanna talk about?" Brendon asked, not looking directly at Dallon's eyes.

"Brendon, I, um, wanted to ask you a question. About us," Dallon starts off slowly. Brendon nods. "Do you hate me in any way or form?"

Brendon's anxious fears shrink and his emotions take over. Brendon could never hate Dallon even if he makes fun of him all the time.

"N-no, I—I never could. Why?" Brendon's voice is beginning to shake.

"We aren't that close during tours or even whenever we hang out. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did. I get it that we're done with the stage gay shenanigans but it's like that's all we had to be close. Whenever we play shows, I—I feel as if I'm just some bassist, that you needed for tour. We used to be so close and then it's like we're strangers who don't care for one another. Are we okay? What happened to us?" His words hurt to hear, although they displayed no emotion and sounded like simple words, Brendon could hear the amount of heartbroken in them. Dallon didn't mess up, he's perfect at everything.

Brendon is trying his best to choke his back the tears that would shed and keep his voice clear. And there he goes, trying to explain.

"L-look, I don't hate you an—and I'm sorry, o-okay?" Brendon looks up and sees Dallon with confusion, most likely to why he's apologizing. "I know that we're not as tight as we used to be on stage. I just—" he pauses.

"Please, I just want to know. I want to know so I can fix whatever I'm doing wrong. I miss hanging out with you and being comfortable around you." Dallon speaks as if this is his fault. Brendon's not going to allow that because this isn't his fault, it's his own.

"Stop, just stop. It's not your fault! You did nothing wrong. You can do no wrong. I'm blame at to here. I took this distance from you and you're just trying to fix an asshole's problems as if you did them. I—" Brendon's hands covers his face and groans as if this is the hardest thing to say.

"Brendon, you don't have to explain if you don't want to. I won't force you. I just want a reason to why we're like this." Dallon's voice is soft and gentle like always. Brendon can't look at Dallon, it'll make him feel more pitiful. His heart is pounding and his eyes are burning with warm tears.

"D-Dallon, I—I-" Brendon's beginning to choke on his held back tears. He feels a weight shift next to him on the couch. Brendon feels an arm wrap around him and the other on his hand that is covering his face.

"Brendon, it's okay. We can discuss this  another time. As I said, you don't have to tell me anything. I just thought the time was right but perhaps, I was wrong." His warm voice is right against Brendon's ear. It's calming and safe; it's helping the tears stop.

"N-no, you wan—want an answer. I'll give it to y-you." Brendon swallowed the large lump in his throat and cleared his voice. He takes down his cloth-covered hands and sniffles a little.

"Are you good now?" Dallon comforts.

"Y-yeah." Brendon quietly answers.

"Are you ready?"

"Mhm."

"Brendon, why have you taken this distance from me? Why do you make fun of me? You said you don't hate me yet I feel like you do. All I want is a—"

"It's because I love you, okay! I'm so fucking in love with you that I don't know if you like me back and th-then I think you don't like me back so I start pushing you away an—and I-I..." Brendon lets his built up feelings out and he looks straight at Dallon's blue eyes with his tear-filled ones. "I ca-can't stand you and your smile a-and you just take all my shit. I'm—I'm s-sorry...please don't hate me, I'm so infatuated with you so fucking much that it ru—ruins me."

Brendon tries to dig his face into his hands again but Dallon's hands had found their way on his hands before. The singer looks at his bassist with teary eyes and sees a indescribable face. But before Brendon could speak words of regret and panic, a pair of lips finds their way on his own.

When Dallon removes his lips of Brendon's, he smiles at Brendon's looks. A flushed face and lips still parted. For Brendon, his chest tightens up and he wants to relive that sweet, short kiss over and over.

"I love you too, okay? Don't ever think that I don't have a big crush for you as well." Dallon chuckles and Brendon swears he could faint.

"I'm sorry, Dallon," He nuzzles his head into the rather long neck. "I'm sorry for acting like a teenage dickhead. Can you forgive me?" Brendon feels like nothing could hurt him anymore.

"Even if you have acted like a teenage dickhead, that didn't stop me from having a big ol' fat crush on you. Of course, I forgive you, silly." This tone of voice that Dallon bears is something Brendon wants to hear for eternity.

"C'mon, let's get to bed, alright?" Dallon whispers gently and they head to his room to fall asleep with Brendon in the arms of someone he thought could never love him back.

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Forgive me for not updating for a like a week or so, but here, take this sorta emotional one-shot. Not gonna lie, I teared up a bit when I wrote this,,,I jUST LOVE THIS SCENE A LOF, okay? Thank you for reading! Have a good day! <3 (yes, sue me for The I'd Be A Punk reference."