Brendon's POV
(A/N: So suprise i got an idea and had to get it down asap before i lost it so behold another chapter!)
the next day
My body was hurting, i felt like i had just been hit by a bus. I opened my eyes slowly to find Dallon still sleeping. I climbled over him and out of the bunk as carefully as i could. I dragged myself to the living room area and found Patrick sitting on the couch with a cup of what was probably coffee pressed up against his lips.
"Oh, Mornin..." He said, noticing my presence.
I gave him a weak smile, "Morning."
He seemed to be thinking about something very hard, i saw him cut his eyes over to look at me for a fraction of a second. Was i making him uncomfortable?
He got up just enough so he could turn his torso to face where i was now sitting on the couch.
"Does Dallon know?" He said putting his coffee in his lap.
I looked at him with a puzzled look, "Does he know what?"
He raised an eyebrow at me.
I sighed realizing that he had put two and two together. Being Pete's boyfriend and experiencing it all everyday, i guess it was only a matter of time before he knew, "No, i.. i haven't told him. i don't know if i want to tell him."
He nodded, "Who else knows?"
I looked down at my hands, "Only Pete."
I saw his faced turn to one of pure shock, "AND HE DIDNT TELL ME? He tells me everything!"
We both jumped when we heard a voice come from the hall, "Brendon asked me not to tell anyone... knowing what it's like, well... i wanted to respect his wishes."
Patrick scooted a bit so Pete could sit inbetween us. "I understand"
Pete smiled at him and then turned to look at me, "I'm sorry for that, for the trigger last night."
"Oh God, Pete it's not your fault! It's really not, im okay, don't worry." I placed a hand on his shoulder.
"When do you think you'll tell him?" He asked as Patrick rubbed a thumb over his hand.
"Jesus, I have no idea. Like i said, I'm not sure i want to tell him... What if he doesn't want to deal with it. Like... what if he doesn't stay with me like Patrick did..." I look up and look Patrick in the eyes,"What if he doesn't love me enough? Like you love him?"
I feel a tear burn my skin as it rolls down my cheek. I was about to keep talking until i heard a creak and turned to see Dallon standing in the hall, in the same spot Pete had appeared a few minutes ago.
"Bren?" He walks towards me and kneels down in front of me taking both of my hands in his. "Baby, how could you even ask that? Nothing you say to me could possibly make me love you any less. and I love you eternally alright? You made me able to believe in love and finally have a piece of the happiness i had been watching people enjoy over the years. I know it's cheezy but before you i didn't know what love really was. This, right now, is all i need to be happy and i want you to know that i don't want you to change a damn thing about yourself. You are perfect, perfect exactly the way you are. I love you so much Bren, so so so much."
He wiped the tears off my face and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
"I- Dal... i l-l-love you too." I returned the kiss.
A few moments later Dallon got up and helped me to my feet. Patrick and Pete were still sitting there on the couch. They got up and stretched, "Hey i should probably get Pete back to our bus, he's gonna need more sleep."
"Oh, right. I came in here earlier to tell you guys that our beloved bandmates decided to move onto your bus so you guys are staying here until the end of tour." Dallon spoke up.
Pete and Patrick looked at eachother and shrugged.
"It's a good thing we like you guys then!" Patrick beamed.
(ANOTHER A/N SORRY: hi so yes i was in the mood for writing and yes wll hurrah i finished this quicker than i thought. Um, so yeah enjoy i guess! also feel free to message me and ask me to write something for you or just message me to talk because i love making new friends. okay enough, updating soon!)
