Weekends

26- Whispers, Weekends, and Windows- D

It had been about a month since Brendon and I had started dating. He was perfect in every way. I absolutely adored him. He would reach for my hand at lunch and blush madly when I kissed his cheek. It felt right for us to date. The only problem was that I hadn't taken him out on a proper date yet.

We were sitting on my bed. Well, I was sitting. Brendon's head was in my lap, and I was running my fingers through his hair while he told me about his day. "Jack to-old me that he heard me talk and that he was re-really confused, so I like put my w-whiteboard down and spoke. He hugged me," Brendon laughed. "Baby, you spoke at school yesterday?" He nodded. "Brendon, I'm so proud of you," I exclaimed, getting him to sit up so I could attack him with a hug.

"I just w-whispered a couple of words to-to Jack," he told me. "Sweetheart, that's still great. Grab your jacket. I'm taking you out," I told him. His cheeks turned red at the mention of me taking him out. "L-like on a date," he asked, biting his lip softly. "Yeah, B, it's about time that we had our first date, and this calls for some serious celebration," I grinned, as did he. "Where's your coat, hun?"

"I left it home. It's f-f-fine."

"Here, use this one," I told him, shrugging off my own. He looked at me with hesitance to take the coat. "But what about y-you," he worried. "B, I live here. I have a plethora of jackets." He frowned and went to protest me choosing a different jacket, but I stepped closer to him, kissed him on the top of the head, and walked to my closet.

We stepped outside, and I immediately saw Brendon start to shiver. He smiled up at me as I stepped closer to him and zipped up the jacket I had given him. "Thanks," he laughed sweetly. "No problem." He took my hand in his and we started walking. "Where are w-we going," he asked. I took his hand and kissed it. "Do you trust me," I questioned. He crinkled his adorable nose in confusion. "Yeah, I r-r-really do, but now, I'm not sure i-if I should," he told me.

"Okay, so there's this shitty looking diner that I love with all my heart that I want to take you to. I know that it looks rundown from the outside, but it's so sweet and just perfect on the inside. They have the best burgers I've ever had, and I don't even like burgers, and with ketchup, they are so fucking amazing. Do you trust me enough to believe me when I tell you that you'll love the place and that you won't get killed," I explained. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "I trust you," he grinned.

"Yay! Okay, so it's right around the corner here," I told him and held his colder hand in my warm one. "You weren't kidding when you said it l-looked like someone would get murdered h-here," he laughed. "Shut up," I pushed him lightly. "Is it so you can murder me without a-anyone noticing," he joked. I sighed and pulled him closer to me. "God damn it, I just wanted to take you somewhere nice," I told him incredulously. He smiled at me and stuck out his tongue. "Well, you clearly d-did a great job, D-Dallon," he giggled.

"You're so cute. I love you," I chuckled softly but stopped immediately and let my eyes widen. "You l-love me," Brendon asked in awe. "No! I didn't say that," I lied. "Oh my god, you love me," he breathed out. "No, I don't!"

"You love me." His face was slightly red as the realization spread a smile across his face. "I didn't say th-" I started denying the truth that I let slip, but Brendon cut me off by pressing his lips to my own. He was on his tip toes, yet I still had to lean down to him. "You love m-me," he giggled against my lips. "Yes, I do," I told him. "I love you too."

I felt a pressure leave my chest and an unfamiliar warmth fill its place. The only times I remember feeling this way was when Brendon came over to watch movies and when I kissed him for the first time. "You make me so happy, Brendon Urie," I told him. "Woah, are you full-naming m-m-me there, Dallon Weekes," he mocked. I shook my head and laughed. "Have I ever told you how goddamn lucky I am to have you?" He grinned and shook his head.

"I'm honestly the luckiest person in the entire world. I'm walking on clouds when I'm with you," I told him. He leaned his head against my arm. "I feel like ice cream and movies on a rainy day w-with you, D." I smiled at him and place my lips against his again. "Let's go get some delicious ass burgers, my boy," I declared and wrapped my arm around his waist.

We walked into the restaurant and sat in a booth near the windows. "Do you remember the first weekend we spent doing presentations for chem," I asked Brendon after we'd both ordered. "Yeah, I fell a-asleep in the field. I was super em-embarrassed," he laughed, reminiscing on the moment. "That was when I fell for you," I told him. "Are you serious?" I nodded. "That's when it happened for me t-too." He looked into my eyes and almost leaned forward to kiss me, when the waiter brought over our food.

"Is there anything else I can get for you two," the waiter asked. "You guys make root beer floats, right?" She nodded, and I looked at Brendon as he contently ate a fry. He smiled up at me when he saw my eyes on him. "We'll take one of those," I decided.

"What did you do," I laughed as I looked over to see Brendon with a pickle on his jacket, sesame seeds from the bun on his forehead, and ketchup leaking out the back of his burger and down his arm. "I don't know," he sighed defeatedly. "Come here, messy boy," I said in a patronizing tone. "I hate you," he groaned and moved over to where I was sitting.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Stop," he whined as I laughed at him. "Why," I asked and took a napkin to his forehead. Once I'd finished cleaning him up, I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and immediately started laughing. "God, Bren, how messy can you be," I asked between bursts of laughter. He pouted and asked what I meant. "I didn't even realize it, but you had ketchup all over the side of your mouth."

"I thought you li-ked ketchup," he argued. "I do, but I like the taste of you more." He blushed and went to move back to the other side of the booth. "Who said that you could leave me," I asked. He rolled his eyes and sat back down. I took his face in my hands and peppered it with kisses. "Can I try out a new nickname with you," I asked him lowly, pressing my lips just below his ear. He nodded and gulped. "I love you, ketchup boy," I let the words flow off my tongue smoothly in an attempt to cover up my teasing. He gasped and hit my arm. "Dallon, it's not f-funny," he whined, crossing his arms over his chest. "It is a little funny," I mumbled. "Fine but only a little," he sighed and settled into my arm that was draped over his shoulders.

We sat and ate our food, Brendon occasionally kissing my shoulder. "Should we work on the d-dumb lab report when I head to your house tomorrow," Brendon asked. "Love, we finished that during class last week," I reminded him. He stared at me with a weird look in his eyes. "I like it when you call me that," he breathed out. "What do you mean," I asked. He smiled at me. "I don't know. It just makes me h-happy," he told me and rested his head on my arm.

Brendon and I got back in my car and drove to his house. He gave me a quick kiss and went to step out of the car. "Bren, honey, where are you going," I asked him. He looked at me with furrowed brows. "I'm going up to my front door," he told me. "Not with a kiss like that you're not." He grinned as I walked up to him and pressed my lips to his. "I'm so glad that I met you," I mumbled. He laughed against my mouth. "I'm g-glad I met you too, D."

I gave him one last hug and watched him walk up to the door. As soon he stepped through the door, I went to turn back to my car but was stopped by the sound of shouting. Brendon's dad must not have realized that the windows were open. "Why were you with that boy again, Brendon?! Can your worthless ass not do anything I tell you?! Go to your room right now! I don't know how I was stuck with someone as useless as you as my son," I heard all of this following a loud smacking noise.

All my breath left my throat as I rushed to my car. I called Brendon's phone immediately, but it went straight to voicemail. "No no no no no," I said to myself and dialed again. Then, he picked up. "Brendon? Brendon, baby. I heard everything," I whispered into the receiver. "D-D-Dallon, I-I'm s-s-sorry. I didn't- I didn't know th-that he was g-going to do that. I'm s-sorry," he sobbed out.

"Love, don't-don't apologize. How high up is your window," I tried to stay calm. "It's n-not th-that h-high. I-I just want to-to go to s-sleep a-a-and forget that this whole day h-happened," he whimpered. I took a deep breath and blinked away the tears that were pooling in my eyes. I knew he didn't mean it like that. "Brendon, hun, you can forget about everything that happened today at my house. I can't let you stay here." My voice cracked, and I could hear Brendon sobbing into the phone. "I'm sorry," he muttered between cries.