Dallon's POV
( This is still when they are on the couch, so like, at the same time that Pete was thinking in the last chapter)
Love was always a forgien thing for me, every relationship seemed to fail miserably. Throughout my high school years, i went through boy after girl after boy. I was never shy about my sexuality, luckily not many people cared. I've always dated just to date, i don't like being lonely. Meeting Brendon was the most embarrassing way to meet the man that finally, after all those years, made my heart flip. You hear all these Hollywood love stories and think to yourself that it's all bullshit, i did for a long time. My heart actually sped up and my mouth went dry. I never thought that a stranger could have that strong an effect on me, evidently i was wrong.
I catch myself watching Brendon as he is looking up to the tv. I study every inch of his face, i think i stared to long because he turns to look at me and smiles making me blush. He looks back up at the tv and i then notice Pete. He's sitting there next to Patrick, fingers interlocked, staring straight at Brendon and I. I shift a little in my seat wondering why he is staring before i realize he isn't staring at us, but through us. Patrick notices me looking at Pete and turns to him. Pete immediately squeezes Patrick's hand rather tight and sucks in a large breath. He starts breathing harder and suddenly goes into a panic. His eyes widen and hes desperately trying to bring air into his lungs. Patrick holds him tight and tells him over and over that he is fine.
Brendon looks at me with terror in his eyes as he watches our friend suffer. Pete's breathing starts to slow and Brendon is crying now. I watch as Pete's body slumps down and Patrick catches him and rests his head on his own shoulder. When Pete does that Brendon jumps to his feet and puts his hands on his head.
Patrick sees him going into a panic too so he quickly clarifies, "BREN! Stop, breathe. He is fine, its not new. He is going to be fine, i just need to lay him down somewhere and wait for him to get up. It happens alot, please don't worry."
I stand up and pull Brendon into a hug and start rubbing his back.
"Put him in the back room, there is a bed back there where he can rest." I tell Patrick.
He picks Pete up bridal style and disappears into the back of the bus. Brendon pulls away and rests his foreheard on mine. He allows his breathing to calm berore speaking.
"I thought he was dead for a sec Dal." he whispered. "I-I was so scared... m-my best friend D-Dal."
I felt his knees buckle and i quickly pulled him down to the couch. He looked pale and i knew he was in a state of shock. I pulled him up and helped him to his bunk where he lied down and looked at me sadly. He used the little strength he had to push himself all the way back towards the wall making room for me. I laid next to him and started to run my fingers through his hair, after a while i heard little snores and realized that he had fallen asleep. Eventually everything faded to blackness for me too.
(A/N: Do you guys mind that i brought Patrick and Pete into this story?)
