Weekends

20- Rush and Rises- D

I didn't sleep at all the night before. I was too worried about Brendon. He'd asked me to stay on FaceTime with him until he fell asleep, but I stayed on the call until about 4 in the morning. I shut off the video because I didn't want to watch him sleep. That's weird. I just wanted to be there if he woke up and needed me.

I felt like my eyes had just shut when my alarm went off at 5:30. I groaned and got out of bed, throwing a soft hoodie over my old t-shirt and putting on a pair of jeans. I splashed water on my face and noticed that I would have enough time to stop and get Brendon and I coffee at Dunkin Donuts. He'd never mentioned liking donuts, but I figured that buying a box of munchkins would be a nice gesture after the night he'd had.

I went to get out of the car to go up to the door but stopped myself. What if he didn't want me to go inside? I decided to shoot him a text just to be safe.

Dallon: Hey, am I okay to knock on your front door? I know I'm a bit early

Bren: I'll just unlock the door, and you can come in. I haven't even eaten yet, and I'd hate to make you wait

Dallon: I don't mind waiting, but I do have something for you

Bren: I'm okay with you coming inside. I'm on my way down

I stepped out of the car with my box of food in one hand and the two cups of coffee strategically situated in my other. I saw Brendon open the door, and I almost melted. He still looked really upset, but his eyes lit up when he saw me. "Dallon, o-oh my god, do you need help?" I shook my head but almost dropped both cups coffee. "Here, let me take something," he insisted, running over to me with his fluffy socks still on, getting leaves stuck in the fabric.

We walked to the dining room table, and he helped me put everything down. "How are you, B," I asked. He shrugged. "Y'know, you didn't have to do this for me. I-I don't have a way to pay you back," he sighed, looking down at his plastic cup of coffee and lightly tapping on the straw. "Hun, why would I have you pay me back for this? This is my treat. Plus, I'll never need anything more than you." Brendon smiled and stood up from the table. "I'm sorry to make you just sit here and wait, but I need to go fix my hair and get changed," he spoke quickly, turning to the stairs. "Hey, Brendon, there's no rush," I assured him as he ran up the steps.

I grinned as he came running down the stairs sporting a pair of black jeans, and a loose tshirt. "You look nice," I told him. His face tinted pink as he sat down to put his shoes on. "Thanks. What kind of coffee did you get?" I pursed my lips. "I um got black coffee, but don't worry because the horribleness of my coffee choice can be cancelled out by this box of munchkins that I got for you," I said. I knew how he felt about black coffee. He laughed and stuck his tongue out at me. "Have you ever tasted black coffee?" He shook his head, as I held the cup out towards him.

"Come on. I'll taste your cup of sugar and cream," I challenged him. He sighed and grabbed my cup off the table. He took a sip and immediately began coughing. "God, Dallon! That's disgusting," he shouted. "Let's see how gross yours is," I laughed. I tasted his drink and felt my nose scrunch up as the sugar coated my tongue. "Wow, I can't believe I paid actual money for that. It tastes like coffee flavored sugar," I joked. He rolled his eyes at me. "It's not that bad, Dallon. It's just sweet," he argued. I raised an eyebrow. "Too sweet," I corrected him and patted his hand. "Just like you, Dallon." I snorted. "No, y'know, I'm serious! You stayed up with me, you make me feel comfortable in my own skin, and now you brought me donuts and coffee," he blushed bright red as he explained himself.

"Aw, Bren," I teased. He hit me and stuffed a munchkin in his mouth, resting his head on his hand. I mimicked his pose. "Oh, Brendon, what would I do without?" He shrugged and stood up to grab his backpack. "Can we head out soon? My dad should be getting up soon, and I-" I stood up with him and took his hands in my own. "We can leave whenever you want to," I told him. He nodded and thanked me.

I cleaned up the trash from Brendon's small breakfast and took his hand to lead him to the car. We each held our own cups of coffee. I opened the door for him like always, and like always, he thanked me. "I think my dad would like you if he met you," I heard Brendon muttered as I pulled out of his driveway.

"Bren," I started, but he didn't let me finish. "No, I mean, all he thinks is that you distract me. If he met you and knew how truly wonderful you are, he would like you," he explained. I put my hand on his knee. "I just wish that he wasn't so horrible, y'know? I wish that he just cared about me, even a little, i-i-instead of like-like belittling me and-and-" I stopped him by shushing him lightly. "Bren, we can talk about this after school. I don't want you to upset yourself," I told him. He nodded. "That's probably best. I wouldn't want to ruin the good mood you put me in," he sighed. I squeezed his knee comfortingly and continued to drive.

"B-but speaking of after school, do you have any plans? I was um kinda wondering if you could like d-drive me to this small flower shop/ restaurant on Oak Street. I wanted to apply for a-a job. You d-don't have to! I was just wondering if y-you could," he rambled. "I have to pick my sister up at dance class, but I doubt she'll mind getting something to eat." I felt my own lips turning upward as I saw his small smile.

"Thank you," he whispered. "No problem. So, what kind of restaurant is this, and am I going to be able to visit you at work," I asked. He laughed. "It's owned by these two hipsters, and because it's a flower shop, they say I'd need to wear a flower h-headband. Also, you can't visit me. You're too distracting," he snuck his tongue out at me. I poked his nose. "My precious Brendon is going to wear a flower crown?" He rolled his eyes and blushed. "It's not even that bad," he mumbled. "You'll look adorable in a flower crown, hun. Don't worry."