prompt: "When I look at you I see my world, and that scares the shit out of me."
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⚠ warning ⚠: this is hella angsty lmao sorry guys i'm in a mood
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I walked into the house expecting to be greeted with a smile.
It didn't turn out that way.
"Dallon just shut up! I'm tired of talking to you." Ryan yelled. I was confused; all I did was walk into the house two minutes late.
"I don't understand. I haven't done anything and yet we're fighting. Give me one good reason other than you just being in a bad mood." I spat back. Ryan rolled his eyes and walked away.
"Of course you walk away. That's what you do best." Ryan stopped and I regretted everything I had done up to this moment, starting off with being born.
"That's low as hell Dallon and you know it."
"So is purposefully starting a fight for no reason." I mumbled, not wanting to upset him anymore than I already had.
"You know what? Fuck you." He switched between moods again and I sighed in defeat before walking past him.
"You don't get to walk awa-!" I shut the door and cut Ryan off.
I heard him groan and a few things hit the ground, so he either tripped over something or he's having a tantrum.
I decided I wasn't going back out there, so I might as well get comfortable in here.
I didn't realize I had been crying until I laid down to take a nap. Wow, great way to win an argument.
"Dallon if you're going to be mad at me all night long, at least let me get a cover. This fake ass fleece on the couch isn't going to cut it."
"Better get comfortable out there. Goodnight Ryan."
He groaned and I rolled my eyes before turning over and going back to sleep.
I woke up the next day and decided to let it go. Well kind of.
I opened the door and looked for Ryan. When I couldn't see him, I stepped out and walked into the kitchen to get something to eat.
"Morning Dal." Ryan said from the living room. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the kitchen.
He sighed. "You're still mad at me, aren't you?" I didn't respond.
"Silent treatment. Cool."
I ended up making myself a bowl of cereal just to get back to the room without talking to him.
"Dallon please talk to me."
I shrugged and sat down on the couch opposite of where he was sitting.
"I think I should apologize."
"You think?" I replied, not understanding why he used the word think. He should know.
"There's the morning voice I know and love!" He joked. I flipped him off and he sighed.
"Sorry. It's just that I'm scared." He explained. I mentally rolled my eyes.
"I have real feelings for you Dallon. I can see me spending the rest of my life with you and it's terrifying." I chuckled.
"Thanks Ry." I said sarcastically.
"You know I didn't mean it like that." He corrected himself. "When I look at you I see my world, and that scares the shit out of me." He explained.
"Ryan Ross you know damn well I'd never do anything to hurt you, so don't even start with that shit." I spat. He chuckled a little and continued.
"I know Dal. I mean me. I've never been in a relationship where the other person actually gives a shit about me. You've seen my past relationships. I settle for less because it feels safer, but I didn't settle for less this time. If anything, you settled. I got a miracle."
"I'm still mad at you, you know?"
"I know Dally. I'm sorry." He apologized and patted the seat next to him.
I moved over and laid my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for making you sleep on the cold ass couch last night without a cover." I apologized causing him to laugh.
"It was cold as hell with that little ass fleece." He chuckled. "But I deserved it for being an asshole."
"I'm glad you said it before I did. Then I would've seemed like the asshole." I joked, causing him to roll his eyes.
"I'm just joking Ross." I kissed his cheek. "You know I love you."
He pulled me closer to him and smiled. "I love you too."
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this probably sucked, but i've been crying for two days over dallon leaving even though i've known it was bound to happen. i honestly don't know if i like panic! anymore. i only listened because of dallon, and now that he's gone i don't know what to do.
every dallon stan after dallon left: Panic! At The Disco? I don't know her.
