ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

i want to help rebuild your world

// In which, Brendon gained the ability to see the tiny globe on their shoulders. //

Brendon didn't know how it happened. It just did. One night, he woke up feeling strange as if weight had been added on his shoulder. But the weight wasn't particularly too heavy, only catch was, he couldn't see this weight.

He headed toward the mirror and saw a world on his right shoulder. It was bright and colorful like a miniature version of Earth in his favorite colors. Brendon tried to swipe it away but it right through his hands as if it was a hologram of sorts.

After numerous of attempts to remove the floating sphere of his shoulder, he decided he would just live with it. It may be a little bit of a bother but what else could he do about it?

He went by his day as usual, got up and did his routine. When he stepped out of his apartment, Brendon was surprised, everyone around him had their own little world on their shoulders. However, Brendon noticed something with a few people around the streets.

Some people had their world brightly lit and colorful like his own. Others had crumbled and gray worlds on their shoulders. He wondered what this could mean, so, Brendon did what came into mind first.

"Excuse me, sir," Brendon saw a man with a completely destroyed world on his shoulders and decided to ask him something. The man stopped in his tracks and looked at Brendon with lifeless eyes.

"Yes?" His voice low and tired sounding.

"Do you feel, uh, okay? Anything wrong?" Brendon wasn't go to someone and say "hey, feel a whole crumbled world on shoulders?"

"Yeah, sure, I'm fine." As those words came out of the man's mouth, Brendon looked at the pieces of the planet on his shoulder. Nothing had changed, if had stayed the same. There was something the broken planet was trying to tell by being in this condition.

"Oh, okay then, I'm sorry, sir." Brendon let the man go to do whatever business he may be doing. Brendon decided he get his morning cup of joe since coffee makes him more functional through the day.

As he travelled through the town headed to the coffee shop, Brendon examined everyone's tiny worlds. One that he could remember well, was a world that wasn't positioned high on their shoulders. The colors weren't grayed or the world had been completely broken. That world was in the process of breaking apart like the sand in an hourglass.

Brendon would have asked that person some questions but he was coffee deprived and didn't want to end up in a dead end again.

When Brendon arrived at the coffee shop and ordered his drink, he examined everyone's shoulders to see their globes. For the most part, everyone's had been fine. Except for that same guy on the streets. It might have been a coincidence that Brendon would be at the same cafe as the crumbled world man.

Brendon didn't want to sit or interact with the depressed looking man, so, he sat at a table meant for two in the corner alone.

Something about the stranger intrigued Brendon. It could have been those chilly eyes. Maybe it was because he's cute. Or how much Brendon wanted to help his shoulder world. But Brendon wouldn't know.

The order was soon called out and Brendon took it back to his seat. He stared at the dark liquid and thought about the special gift he received.

The worlds stood for something and Brendon assumed it was maybe for the state of mind. Or emotions. As the stranger did look quite sad and his world didn't look all too well. The cashier's world on their shoulders was alright looking and they sure didn't look sad. For Brendon, he wasn't doing great or too bad at life, perhaps, that's why his world didn't look completely broken.

Lost in his thoughts, Brendon didn't hear the stranger calling his name. The stranger had called his name three times before Brendon looked up.

"S-sorry, yes, sir?" Brendon smiled nervously.

"May I sit here?" The tall man asked. Brendon nodded. "Also, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, what is your question?"

"Why did you ask me if I was doing fine? It's—"

"Weird? Sorry, I—I don't know what crossed my mind." Brendon felt awful now and his heart in his stomach.

"No, no, no! No. I, uh, found it pretty nice and caring. No one seems to care about my life. It's like the whole weight of the world is on my shoulders." He chuckles darkly and Brendon was in some kind of shock.

"It's like the whole weight of the world is on my shoulders."

It all made sense now! The worlds on the peoples' shoulders represented emotions, how people felt. This man, which Brendon should ask for his name, looked terrible and that's why his world was in ruins.

Brendon couldn't help but feel warm inside when he man said that to him.

"W-well, even if we just met, I care!" Brendon smiled.

"Thank you, it's nice to know someone cares. My life isn't the greatest, I think you can tell. Like, you have seen me, right?" He jokes and smiles slightly. Brendon realized that smile should be on his face often.

"You're not some hot mess, actually, you're quite handsome." Brendon does regret saying that, a lot.

"Hm, thanks. You too." Brendon's sure his heart stopped.

"Y-you know, we should get to know each other. My name's Brendon! Brendon Urie. You?" Brendon looked at Dallon's world and the pieces of the world began to fade into colors. Something's happening and Brendon hoped it meant something good.

"Dallon Weekes. Nice to meet you." Dallon lifts his cup up to take a sip of his drink. That exact moment, Brendon knew that he had to help this cute man.

And the rest of that day, Brendon made it his goal to make Dallon happy and perhaps, get his number. By the end of their conversation, Dallon's world had been piecing each other, completing themselves. It wasn't finished and whole but Brendon was content to help him.

Before they had left each other and parted ways, Dallon tapped Brendon's shoulder.

"Hey, I want to thank you for, ha, this. It really helped my mood and I haven't been this happy in a while." Dallon explained and Brendon's eyes shifted to his right shoulder. More pieces had put themselves into place. His world had been rebuilding itself.

"No problem, I love hearing you talk. I'm just a man trying to get by his life." Brendon smiled and crossed his fingers behind his back for a number and maybe a kiss.

"Here, I'd love to talk to you again," Dallon took out a piece of paper and pen to scrawl something down. "It's my number. Perhaps, we could do this again and it wouldn't be for this reason, to help some depressed old guy."

"Did you ask me out?" Brendon faked a gasp.

"I'm not sure, what do you think?" Dallon raises an eyebrow.

"I'll accept your request, Mr. Weekes. See you whenever we have this planned."

"See you later, alligator." Dallon laughed and walked away with a wave. Brendon waved and stood up from his seat then stared at Dallon's  shoulder.

His world was close to being rebuilt and Brendon wished that Dallon's world included him in it.

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oh hEck, another long prompt. shoot me. I just love the idea of taking the most famous quote "It's like the world is on my shoulders." and taking it quite literally. Opinions? haah, sorry for the crappy pacing, I just wrote this during traffic. Have a wonderful day! <33