The Party Isn't Over Tonight.. ☆Brallon☆

Chapter 10

(Brendons POV)

Patrick ended up hiring me, which I was more than thankful for. All three of us than went to get ice cream. I got just plain vanilla. I didn't eat much though. "Bud, you should eat atleast some of it." Patrick says and I shrug, and take a spoonful, and shove it into my mouth. Pete's phone rings and he answers it. Immediately his face goes from calm to worried, and I look at Patrick who shrugs. "Dude hold on I can't hear you." Pete says, and puts his phone on speaker.

"I s-said, I can't do it!" I hear Dallon say. He clearly was crying, and I felt my heart break. "I was s-so so hopeful. And he just fucking.. He fucking broke me." Dallon says, and I swallow harshly, tears rushing to my eyes again. "I wanna die sometimes." Dallon says, and sniffles and I bite my lip to hold back from lecturing him. His life is worth so much. He's so amazing and he doesn't even realize it. "Dallon, no." Pete says. "It-it's true! I fucking hate living!" Dallon says, and he was basically yelling and I wince. "I.. i need to go." Dallon says and I look at Pete with a "don't you dare let him hang up" look. "Dallon, no. Listen to me. This will get-" he's cut off by Dallon hanging up.

"No!" I say loudly and Pete hurriedly starts the car up. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck" I yell and punch the seat next to me. "Brendon calm down." Patrick says, but with the tears rushing down my face, and the hatred for myself in my heart, I couldn't. Pete sped to the house, and I hurriedly got out, and rush into the house, Patrick and Pete not far behind me. "Check his room, I'll look in the bathroom." I say, and when I heard the bath running, I knew I was correct. I hope he's not just taking a bath.

I swing open the door, to see Dallon, gripping the edges of the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. Two bottle of pills, unopened besides him. He jumps, and looks at me, tears streaming down his face. I rush over, pushing up his sleeves, nothing. I push up his shirt, nothing. I run my hands down his thighs, and when he doesn't react, I can only assume there was nothing. He had so many issues with cutting in high school, I needed to make sure. He didn't tell me he was feeling like this again.

"I..I didn't cut.." He says and I pull him into a hug. "You fucking.. don't ever.. dallon.. y-..you promised." I sob into his chest. I hear Pete and Patrick approach the bathroom, but I didn't care. "Y..you can't.. don't leave. Ever. You're needed, you're love-loved. Don't take yourself away." I say, gripping fistfuls of his shirt. "You hate me.." He says and I shake my head. "No. Far from it. I.." I decide that admitting right now, won't be a good idea. Not while he's like this. He'll just assume I'm doing it to make him feel better. Tomorrow before he goes to work I will. He wraps an arm around me, squeezing me bit.

"D-dally I cant.. none of.. can lose you.. don-don' t ever take yourself awa-away." I say, and rub his back.

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Later that night, when we were both asleep, in our own rooms for once, it hit me. I knew why I couldn't say I liked him. I didn't like him. I loved him. It like all clicked at once, and I sat up, and ran to his room. I was gonna do it. I open the door, to see Dallon was passed out. I walk over to him, and press my hand on his chest, just to feel his heartbeat. "Tomorrow. I'll do it tomorrow." I mumble, and lean down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His breath hitches, and I step back. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at me sleepily.

"Bren?" He asks and I sit on his bed, putting my head on his chest. "Tomorrow will be a good day. I promise." I say, and he runs his fingers through my hair, but quickly stops when he realizes what he's doing and I frown. "That felt nice." I mumble and he rubs my back. "I think it's best if we don't cuddle, and do things that make us look like a couple. It's only gonna mess with me." He says, and I nod. I could wait a day. "You got work tomorrow?" I ask. He still had his shirt on from when he was working, and he still smelt like coffee. It was nice.

"Yeah, sadly." He mumbles and I look at him. "Things will be okay. Don't worry." I mumble and he doesn't reply. He didn't believe me. "You should go back to your room, we both need rest." He says, and stops rubbing my back. I get up, and nod. "See you in the morning. Sleep well." I say and he smiles softly, as he starts to unbutton his shirt. "You too." He says and I walk out, closing the door behind me. I couldn't really fall asleep right away though. I'm so used to sleeping next to someone.

Him. I'm used to being cuddled up next to Dallon. I sigh, and look out my window. I was exhausted. It had been a long day. So much happened, many tears were shed, and hurt was still present. I lay on my back, and stare at my ceiling. I tried to think of something else, anything else. I just couldn't. Dallon always came back to mind. Everything reminded me of him. It's weird, though. He's the last person I would've guessed I'd be so foolishly in love with. Back in high school, the late nights him and I would stay up, trying to guess who our soul mates were. Turns out, ours were right in front of one another, and we didn't even notice. We were too blind to see it.