Weekends

18- Questions and Queers- D

"So, I saw this episode of Friends once where Phoebe had Joey clear his mind and answer rapid fire questions with the first answer that came to his head. Are you interested in playing," I asked Brendon who was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling. "Sure." I made him sit up and motioned for him to take a deep breath. "Okay, are you ready?" He nodded and moved his legs so he was sitting criss crossed.

"Math or English?"

"English."

"Yellow or Blue?"

"Y-Yellow."

"Favorite superhero?"

"Spiderman."

"Madonna or Lady Gaga?"

"Madonna."

"Favorite movie?"

"Tangled."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled at the small boy sitting in front of me. "I-I mean Footloose," he shouted. "Brendon Urie, did you say Tangled," I whispered, biting my lip to hide my laughter. He shook his head and looked up at me with wide eyes. "No, I-I said that Footloose is my favorite m-movie!" I shook my head. "Fine. Let's play it again, then," I suggested with a smirk. He sighed and shrugged.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

"Favorite color?"

"Yellow."

"Middle name?"

"B-Boyd."

"Sunflowers or daisies?"

"Sunflowers."

"Sweaters or big t-shirts?"

"Big t-shirts"

"Favorite movie?"

"T-Tangled."

I grinned, waiting for him to realize that he'd said Tangled again. "Hah! I told you that I'd say- oh my god." He gasped and covered his mouth after he'd realized what he'd said. I laughed freely and felt my heart lurch as he did the same. I loved how one of his eyes squinted more than the other when he smiled genuinely, how his face flushed pink and his nose scrunched up when he laughed, and the way he flopped back onto my pillows and just let himself laugh loudly.

"Okay, so real Tangled talk," I said. "Who do you like more, Rapunzel or Flynn Rider?" He looked at me with a disgusted expression on his precious face. "First of all, I don't know if you know this, but it wasn't s-supposed to be called Tangled. It was originally Rapunzel Unbraided. Also, it's Eu-Eugene Fitzherbert-" Brendon's speech about Tangled was cut off by me screaming at the top of my lungs. "AHH YOU KNOW TANGLED TRIVIA!!!" I threw myself on top of him with a shout and rolled over so that he was on top of me because I didn't want to crush him. He was much smaller than me. His adorable laughter filled my room.

"Boys, how's that project go- Dallon, may I speak to you in the hallway?" My mom walked into my room and saw Brendon laying on me. I sighed and apologized to Brendon. "Why was he on top of you again?" I shrugged my shoulders and stared at the floor once my mom and I had left the room. "Honey, if you like that boy, you should tell him," she spoke softly. I was at a loss for words. "How'd you know," I laughed nervously, looking at her in disbelief. "Dallon, it's not that hard to see. I mean, you look at him like he's your everything. I just- I don't want you to regret letting him pass you by." I nodded and played with my fingers.

"You don't understand. I've been waiting for someone as great as him to come into my life, and now that he's here, I don't want to blow it. If that means that we stay just friends, then so be it," I tried to explain this to her while keeping my cool, but by the time I'd stopped speaking, tears were welling up in my eyes. "Honey, he might feel the same way. Most friends don't cuddle up against each other like he did." I shook my head.

"I don't know. I mean I really like him, and he means the world to me. I couldn't handle losing him." My mom nodded and pulled me in for a hug. "You could've told me that you liked him, Dallon," she sighed. "I- oh my god, Mom, I-" She stopped me. "Baby, we've known that you like boys for a while now. It's okay," she shushed me and kissed my cheek. "Go back in there. Pay attention to the look in his eyes when he smiles at you. Then, you'll know if he feels it too."

I walked back into my room with a smile plastered on my face. "What was that a-all about," Brendon asked, still laying on my bed. "I just um came out to my mom," I said in a daze. "Oh my god, Dall, that's great! I'm so happy for you," Brendon nearly shouted as he shot up from my bed and ran over to hug me. "That's so amazing oh my god," he mumbled into my shirt. I hugged him close to me and sniffled a bit.

"Thank you, Bren. I was actually kind of concerned that you'd be like uncomfortable or-or something," I hesitated. He looked up at me with confusion written all over his face. "Why w-would I be u-uncomfortable?" I shrugged. "I mean we're always close to each other, and I guess I just thought that maybe you'd be freaked out by that," I explained my thought process to him. "Dallon, I'd never do something like that to y-you." I nodded and let my tears fall down my face. "Hey, why're you cr-cr-crying?" I shrugged and felt my shoulders shaking as I looked at his worried expression.

"Dallon, why're you upset," he asked again. "I'm-I'm not. I'm so happy right now. You're literally the best person I've ever met," I cried. Brendon let out a sigh of relief and latched onto me. "Sorry I'm being a baby about this," I sniffled. "You're not being a baby. P-plus, I like guys with emotions," he laughed, reaching up to wipe my tears and letting his arms rest behind my neck.

Then, I saw it. I saw the look in Brendon's eyes that my mom must've been referring to. His pupils were slightly dilated, and he was only focusing on me. I felt like I was floating. "Have I ever told you how much I love your smile," I laughed with him. He nodded. "You have, but would you tell me again?" I saw the tips of his ears turn red. His eyes were fixed on me as I spoke, as if he was hanging on my every word. "If I was the whole world, you would be the sun because god, my life revolves around you and your damn smile." Brendon watched my lips as I told him this, and his smile grew wider.

"You haven't told me th-that before," he giggled, ignoring the heat rising to his face. "I'll tell you more in the car," I poked his cheek. "The c-car?" I frowned a bit as his smile faltered. "I'm sorry, B, but it's almost 4 o'clock and that's when you told your dad you'd be home. I wish you could stay, I really do." He nodded and sat on my bed, putting his things in his backpack. "I wish I could s-stay too," he mumbled. "Come here," I sighed. He shrugged his shoulders and idly played with the zippers on his backpack.

"Bren, come here," I repeated. He stood up slowly and walked over to me. "What," he looked to his feet when he spoke. I hugged him close and rested my chin on top of his head. "Do you want me to see if you can stay for dinner," I whispered. "I don't want to eat. I just w-want to stay here with y-y-you and get to know your family even though it might kill me. I just- I don't want to go home." I rubbed my hand on his back.

"I know, Bren. You can meet everyone at dinner, though." He laughed and shook his head. "My d-dad would k-k-i- he would k-kill me if I asked to stay for one more minute let alone a few more hours," Brendon sighed. "I'm sorry, B. We should go though. I don't want you to get in trouble for being late." I gave him one last squeeze, and we were on our way to my car.