Love At First Sight || Brallon Christmas Story

Part 4

Walking home from the store was a euphoric experience for Dallon, mostly because instead of his mind being preoccupied with the cold tips of his fingers, aching legs or a rumbling stomach because he hadn't eaten in three days, he was now walking with his focus on trying to look normal. Brendon wanted a normal boyfriend, right? Obviously, there was no way he'd be with Dallon while he was still weird and homeless and just so freakin' weird, so he was doing everything he could to be normal.

For the first time in a very, very long time he was incredibly self concious about how he was walking and talking. He stupidly stammered every time he spoke, which just made him sound insecure, and his stupid long legs made his steps look weirdly spaced and just, weird. So he was trying to focus on Brendon's feet as they made their way up the footpath, which helped the pace, but then it looked like he was taking tiny little baby steps and that just made the whole thing look worse, so then he tried to focus on making sure his steps were a good distance apart, and then he was walking so much faster than Brendon and this entire operation was a disaster and Dallon was spiralling and he had no idea how to fix this terrible situation.

At least Brendon didn't seem to notice. He was more focused on some girl walking down the path towards them, before he grinned and waved at her. "Hey, Frankie!"

That snapped Dallon out of his focus on his too-long-legs, too-weird-walk thought bubble and he glanced up. Brendon embraced the girl in a one-armed hug and grinned widely. "How have you been?"

"Good!" She beamed. "How's the music going B? Finished the album yet?"

"Almost! Hey, this is Dallon, he's a friend of mine." Brendon gestured to the taller man, nudging him slightly with his elbow to remind him to introduce himself.

"O-Oh, hi..." Dallon forced a smile and shook her hand. "How d-do you two know eachother."

"Family friends." Frankie smiled warmly. "I was the one who managed to help B here graduate high school."
"I could'a done it, ya know?" Brendon laughed.

"Yeah, and I'm sure you could also lick your elbow-don't try it!"

Brendon chuckled again and Dallon felt this strange tinge of jealously overcome him, but it was stupid. They must be friends right? Yeah, just best friends...

He had almost convinced himself of the fact until they continued on their walk and Frankie went to continue her shopping. "Wouldn't you like to kiss her, Dal? Wouldn't you like to dance with her? God, she's gorgeous."

"U-Uh...um..."

"Oh, right. Yeah, sorry. But damn, god, I love her so much. Isn't she just so beautiful?"

Dallon was crushed. He was obviously straight, a supporter of LGBT but straight, and Dallon's footsteps didn't matter anymore because he clearly had no chance with the most beautiful man in the world. He should've known this from the start. He should've realised this earlier, then maybe now he wouldn't be trying to hide his inner feelings on the walk back to Brendon's apartment.

When they arrived, Brendon didn't notice anything was off. He just went to the kitchen and fetched them both a glass of water, setting Dallon's down in front of him with the bag from the pharmacy. The doctor had diagnosed a pretty bad chest infection, but had prescribed some antibiotics and that would it would clear it up.

"Here, take these." Brendon smiled, popping two of the pills out of the foil, before going to turn the christmas tree lights on.

Dallon glumly took his medicine before turning around to see Brendon sitting on the sofa, staring at this tree like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. "I'm in love, Dal. This tree is amazing. It's everything to me. Doesn't it look beautiful?"

He hesitantly nodded, not really knowing how else to respond to that.

Brendon shuffled over and patted a spot beside him on the sofa. "C'mere. Come look at this with me."

When Dallon sat down, Brendon rested his head on the taller man's shoulder and sighed in contentment. Dallon froze. He couldn't ever move now. Then he'd disturb Brendon and Brendon was comfortable, which made little sense because Dallon was practically skin and bone, but it was still so awkward and even though he loved this embrace, he was quite confused. Didn't Brendon love that girl that they passed on the way home?

"Only two days until Christmas Dal, can you believe it?" Brendon whispered softly, taking Dallon's hand in his own. "Thank you for being here."

"S-Shouldn't I be t-thanking you?" Dallon asked in confusion.

"You've saved me from a Christmas alone... and that means so much to me..."

"You s-saved m-me from death?" He added awkwardly, looking down at his lap in embarrassment.

Brendon glanced up, and their eyes met for a long moment before Dallon looked away, trying to blink away the tears that were forming in his eyes. "I-I can't d-do this, Brendon.."

"Do what, Dal?"

"T-This!" He cried. "You're beautiful and I love you! And you make dark nights and violent things, vaudevillian girls and violin strings so beautiful! All of these are the pretiest things when I'm in love! A-And I'm in love with you, b-but you don't love me back because y-you're straight and, and-"

Dallon was cut off by a pair of soft lips touching his own, and a hand moving up to gently touch his hair. And in that moment, nothing else mattered except the softness of Brendon's lips and the warm glow of the Christmas lights in the background.