ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

a memory or six or seven...

// Brendon needs Dallon's help with unpacking to his newly, bought condo. Then, Dallon finds something that's basically millions of years old and is quite curious to why Brendon still has it. //

This wouldn't be the first time that Brendon needed a friend to come over and help him with something. Whether it be a simple hangover (in both ways) or help with building a piece of furniture. Living alone isn't the best when you need someone to lean on. As of right now, Brendon's ringing Dallon in hopes that his bandmate would help. Sure, they weren't on the best of terms compared to their past days but they still regularly talk and joke around like friends.

The person in need sits on a step of the staircase with his knee tapping rapidly as a sign of some sort nervousness. He holds his phone close to his phone and stares at the plethora of boxes that reside on the clean wooden floor. Just staring at the amount of boxes gives Brendon a feeling dread. He doesn't want to do on his own. He should but he's not looking forward to unbox all of his items let alone placing them in their correct places. Brendon really hopes that Dallon picks up.

"Brendon?"

Speak of the devil.

"Hey, pal. You doing good?" Brendon starts off and his eyes advert to the hallway in front of him as if he was talking to Dallon in person.

"Yeah, I've been working on some stuff but other than that, I'm doing all right." Dallon explains in his natural, calming and soothing voice. His voice to Brendon means a lot, not that he would admit it, but it has helped him during his moments of sudden panic. Brendon smiles as he hears that Dallon is okay.

"That's great to hear, man." Brendon replies to his friend's answer.

"Yeah, are you doing fine with the moving process? I know it can be a pain and everything but I'm sure you can handle it, right?" It's almost like Dallon has read his mind.

"Well...," Brendon does his nervous chuckle, before continuing and hears Dallon's sarcastic sigh, "Everything has been great until this point. I need help with unpacking and I called you, so, I could ask you to help me with it. Can you? I understand if you're doing something right now and you can't come over but it would be really great if you could!"

"There's nothing I'm doing today, so, it wouldn't hurt. See you in like twenty, Brendon." When those words reached Brendon's ears, he thanked whatever god is up there since all his other friends are busy or probably has made some excuse to not help him. Who would really want to spend time their weekend helping a friend unpack?

"Thanks so much, man! Bye, for now!" Brendon is excited and he's not sure why. Maybe cause he's finally getting this whole moving thing done and doesn't have to do it for a hopefully long time. After Dallon had said his goodbye, Brendon waited for his arrival and a sudden urge of looking presentable for his friend had struck him. It's common sense to look good for someone because you don't want negative reception but should it matter when it comes to a friend who's probably seen you shirtless more than a past girlfriend? Despite ignoring the sudden thought in his head, he still decides to find some clothes in a bin that he would change into while he waits for Dallon to arrive.

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A knock on his door scares Brendon as he looking himself in the mirror. He scurries over to the door and almost knocks over one of the smaller boxes that was placed on a larger one. Unlocking the door with slightly shaky hands, he breathes slowly to calm himself and to ensure that he doesn't look like he ran three miles just to open the door.