Casual Affair//Brallon&Ryden (Bryllon)

17

“Man, I haven’t had Olive Garden in years.” mumbled Dallon. They four were sat in a booth, Dallon and Brendon next to each other and across Cerise and Michael. Dallon and Cerise sat on the inside while Michael and Brendon sat on the outside.The air smelled strongly of Italian foods and It kind of overwhelmed Brendon.

“Dallon, you seem to be the only one who’s actually excited about getting olive garden.” Cerise joked. “Hey! I actually really enjoy olive garden excuse you.” he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Yeah, but it’s not fantastic it’s just mediocre Italian food.” Brendon smirked. “Whatever, you guys are just haters.” he laughed.

The waiter had finally come to take their order. “Hello, welcome to Olive Garden. May I please take your order?” he said in a monotonous voice.

“Wow what a pretty man”  Brendon thought. The waiter smirked and winked at Brendon obviously noticing Brendon’s interest and set his hand playfully on Brendon’s shoulder. Dallon saw it all and clenched his jaw. He cleared his throat and set his hand on Brendon’s thigh, squeezing it firmly ‘Okay babe tell the waiter what you’re going to order.” Dallon said.

Brendon has noticed that the longer they are together, the more possessive Dallon becomes.. The handsome waiter got the idea, and backed off. Brendon quietly told the waiter what he wanted, he ordered parmesan chicken with a small side of butter noodles. The rest of the table ordered and the waiter uncomfortably left. Dallon got pesto tortellini Cerise ordered a simple spaghetti meal, and Michael ordered cheese manicotti.

Being with Dallon and Ryan at the same time is going to be difficult if Dallon is becoming this possessive.

“Woah there man, you look like, tense.” Michael pointed out after the whole thing with the waiter. Dallon laughed softly and smiled. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” he turned to Brendon and mumbled something only loud enough for him to hear. “I just don’t like other people touching my things.”(A/N I feel like I’ve used this line before in a previous chapter, but I don’t really remember and I can’t bother to look so please  forgive me if that be the case :’) ) Brendon blushed and laughed awkwardly. “Yeah…” the blushing boy whispered. He began to rethink this whole messing around with 2 people thing...but he just couldn’t stop the ungodly game he was playing. He couldn't  bare to think about the consequences he would face in the future. To think about losing them both, or even just one frightened him.

If Dallon was going to act this way, Brendon would need to be a lot more careful.

“So, tell me. How exactly did you two meet? Dallon won’t tell me.” Cerise asked as she  propped her elbows onto the table and rested her chin on her hands. Dallon and Brendon blushed and looked at each other, silently debating on if they wanted to tell the truth. Dallon sighed which was his way of saying, “fuck it, what have we got to lose?” and Brendon shrugged, agreeing with his man.

“Well?” Cerise asked impatiently. “W-well… it’s  a strange story really...u-uhm Dallon do you want to tell it or should I…” Brendon stuttered out. Dallon pursed his lips and shrugged. “I mean, you can I guess…” he said.

“Alright. Well I mean...I’m an 18 year old boy as you know, and, ya know the typical 18 year old likes to be rebellious and likes to have fun and party, ya know? So… usually every other weekend I went out to the local club… with my fake ID… andddd I would usually meet some random guy and either go home with him or bring him home...and stuff… and one night I just happened to meet Dallon...and then the next week he was my teacher...so...yeah.”

Cerise nodded and held back a laugh. “Well, isn't that just romantic?” she joked. Michael wasn't paying attention, so he didn't react in any way. Dallon awkwardly laughed and looked around the restaurant to avoid eye contact. Brendon felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that he had gotten a text from Ryan.