ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

diamond boy

!!REPOST!!

// Brendon fancied a guy who was blinded by love and dated an absolute asshole. //

Everyone has a dream girl. Or dream boy, to say if you were me. I've seen him every day and he has his hands entangled with this other guy. I always see him down the halls, smiling purely and truly, too. And he's absolutely in love. But, of course, the guy he's with is a total ass, he's always pushing him away, denying his requests, and I wish I could knock his thick skull out. I don't understand how Dallon can't see that, love can really blind you from a truth.

Dallon Weekes doesn't need him. Correction, he doesn't deserve Dallon Weekes. I would do anything for him, he's just the cutest and tallest thing ever. And I'm just Brendon Urie, small and pathetic. I want Dallon to love me the way he does to that jerk. Dallon Weekes, will you be mine? Or I'll be yours, I just want you here, next to me. I want to be there when you're cold, you're hurt, you're anxious, and whenever you need a good hug.

It is the first day of winter break and I laid on the bed for an hour before actually getting up. I lay there because of the tall boy, Dallon Weekes is all I ever thought about. I can't just make him leave my mind, he's like a part of me. Even though, I didn't know him all that well. He doesn't know me well either. My parents left earlier since they needed to attend some kind of thing, I didn't care, well, since I wasn't part of it. My eyes take a look at the wall clock. 7:09 p.m. I need to get out of bed and get some dinner, also known as the McDonald burger across the street.

I take my time getting out of bed and decided to walk to the restaurant since it wasn't far from where I reside. I slip on a coat and exit the house with my wallet and spare keys. I take in the chilly air and exhaled my breath, seeing the smoke. Taking my phone out, I see that Dallon has posted something on his story during my break. It's a picture of him, all alone, he tried smiling in the picture but I could tell, he's sad, there's something wrong. He is at his house and without a trace of that asshole with him, as usual. The caption read "Back from doing a little shopping and home alone, wonderful!"

When I had finally arrived at the McDonald's, it's slightly busy but it wasn't painstakingly waiting hours, you know? I ordered what I'd usually get and took it for to-go, I just didn't feel like eating out. On my way back home, the park was a place I would normally pass. From the farthest I could see, I swear I saw someone sitting on a bench. The figure's stature is bent and I swear to God, they are sobbing. I walk closer to them, aborting the path home and instead, comfort the person who is obviously not feeling the brightest.

The closer I got, the more I feel myself collapse. Dallon Weekes sat there, crying his heart out. A coat snuggled around him, gloved hands, and his visible breath is appearing and reappearing at a pace. I am afraid to confront him now, I didn't want to make him worse.

However, I am not going to let the prettiest boy sit there and weep speechlessly. I decide to call his name, hoping that he would hear me. "Dallon? A-are you okay?" I ask, my insides feeling melty and gooey.

He looks up, his eyes were somewhat puffy and red and his lip quivering. He brushes his damp, dreary eyes with his glove. "I-I'm sorry, but, uh, w-what do you need, Brendon?" I actually felt everything stop, he knows my name.

"I was wondering...if you were okay, well, since, you don't look like it." He keeps at  staring me with those blue eyes, containing a sea of gloom and regret.

"I don't want to, um, bother you with my life, it's pointless anyways..." his eyes look away before looking down. His fingers tangle with themselves, nervously playing with each other. I sit and down next to him, holding my bag of food closely to my side.

"Dallon Weekes, your life matters and you can't tell me otherwise. Now, tell this boy, me, what's wrong with you, the other boy. Okay?" I hand him a soft, warm smile. He turned his head to me, then down, then up again, biting a small portion of his lip before taking a deep breathing and closed his eyes.

"My boyfriend, he, um, h-he..." he tries to talk, he tries to get his feelings out, but watching him breaking apart, not being about to speak, choking on his own tears, actually made me wanted to punch that fucker. I didn't know what I was thinking, my arm wrapped around him, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his body shiver and the movements of his arm, trying to clear his eyes. My hand rubs his side and he feels reassured once more.

"S-sorry, he left me alone, again. The..fourth time this week, he left to go have sex with a few girls and guys as usual, apparently. I found out...just now, he texted me on how he can't stand me, he just wanted my body, he didn't care about how I felt about him, and the only reason he stayed with me w-was that he used me. Oh, Brendon, I should have known. I should h-have known..." his voice begins to break, his head lays on my shoulder and I feel him crying. My heart just snapped with many emotions, I'm angry and so heartfelt at the same time.

Dallon Weekes is here, next to me, where I always have wanted him. Emotions run through me like wild animals. I take his hand, rubbing it softly. "Dallon, shh, it's okay. You'll be okay. Who gives a fuck what he thinks?" He looks at me, sniffling. "You're so much more than him. He's a fucking idiot for not taking your love, you're a gem, Dallon. You're perfect the way you are." his blue eyes sparkles under the light that stood high above us.

"B-brendon, thank you, I'm so thankful that you found me. D-do you think you could take me home tonight?" Did he just say—fuck, he just did.

"I-uh, sure!" I stand up and I take his hand. Sometimes I forget how tall he is but as he's standing right next to me, I feel like a fucking ant. He takes my hand and my whole faces just flushed red.

Dallon giggles a little, "Well, aren't you going to take me to your house or am I just that annoying?"

"Fuck off," I retaliate with no malice and we walk toward my house. The night didn't feel so cold after that as Dallon kept making me laugh and all warm in the soft inside. Perhaps my dreams of having a dream boy may come true soon.

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Bet you thought i was dead or something? Please forgive me for the lack of activity and updates, last week was absolute hell. I deadass started crying in french class after getting my exam grade back, it was a 74,,,,Anyways, this one-shot was inspired by the Set It Off song, "Diamond Girl" (they are an amazing band!). Also, I know what you're thinking, "Hey, Jessica, I have never seen this one-shot before, how is this a repost?" and the answer to that is...I had an older one-shot when I shipped a multitude of ships! This one-shot originally was 1500 words but it needed editing! Sorry to repost content but than you for reading this older piece of literature! Love you! <3