Weekends

32- Fricken Hot and Forgiving Him- D

Brendon was clearly still upset. He kept 'forgetting' his white board at home, but I knew that he just didn't want to use it in front of me. I had broken a wall of trust between us, and it shattered me anytime I saw him biting back tears when he spoke to people. He wouldn't let me kiss him on the lips. It wasn't anything he'd specifically told me not to do, but anytime I tried, he would shrink back or turn so I'd kiss his cheek instead.

I saw Jack walking down the hall, and I immediately cornered him. "How's Brendon doing? He keeps telling me that everything is fine, but I know he's lying," I stressed to him. "He seems a little more anxious lately, and I think it's because you're not with him and he doesn't have his board," Jack explained. I nodded and ran my fingers through my hair. "How can I get him back to himself, Jack?" He looked at me with sorry eyes. "I don't know him well enough to say, but whatever happened that night between you two hurt him badly," he told me. I thanked Jack and walked to chemistry.

"Hey, precious. How has your day been," I said with a smile. He shrugged and leaned on his hand. "B, I'm sorry," I sighed. "S'okay," he spoke softly. "Hun, I love you." He nodded and looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "Y-yeah, l-love you- love you too," he whispered. "I'm going t-to go to th-the b-b-bathroom," he sniffled. I got up to go with him, but he shook his head and looked down. My heart dropped. "Oh, sorry," I spoke calmly. His chin quivered as he walked out of the classroom.

I had to fix this and fast. Brendon was shattering in front of me. He wasn't comfortable with me anymore. I felt my own eyes water at that. He was my everything, and he wanted nothing to do with me.

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School took forever to end. I didn't want to be near anyone other than Brendon for the rest of my life, and he hated me. Anytime I'd walk through the hallways I'd see my normally bubbly and happy boyfriend with his eyes downcast and tear-stains on his cheeks.

I needed to fix this.

Brendon and my sister got along really well and always talked when he was over and the two of us weren't busy. Bren always told her about all the foods he liked. I don't know why, but he never really talked to me about it. I'd heard him talking about his affinity for cake multiple times. Maybe baking him a cake would be a nice gesture. It just might work.

I had to have Allison help me with the cake. It turned out that I was a pretty lousy baker. We had to scrap two full cakes because I managed to screw up the recipe. It was frustrating , but I would do anything, anything, for Brendon, and if that meant spending six hours trying to bake one successful cake, then so be it.

I decided to drive over to Brendon's house unannounced to surprise him even though he probably didn't want to see me. Once I pulled into his driveway and saw that his dad wasn't home, I took out my phone and texted him.

Dall 🎨: Hey, darling
Bren 🌻: Hi
Dall 🎨: Do you know how much I love you
Bren 🌻: I don't really know. I can't stop thinking about the angry look on your face
Dall 🎨: I know, honey. I'm sorry. Can you go outside real quick?
Bren 🌻: Dallon, I don't really want to talk right now
Dall 🎨: Okay, I understand. If you would feel more comfortable, you could use your whiteboard. I really really don't mind. I love you too much to care about whether or not you're writing on a board instead of speaking.
Bren 🌻: I'm sorry for being such a pain, Dallon
Dall 🎨: You are not a pain at all, Bren. If you don't want to come outside, I'll go home or wait here until you're ready
Bren 🌻: I'll be down in second
Dall 🎨: Okay, hun. I love you so so much

Brendon came walking out the front door a few minutes later. He looked beautiful as always. "Hey, Brendon," I spoke softly, coming out from behind the tree on his lawn. "Holy c-crap, Dallon! Why are you wearing a suit," he exclaimed. "I thought that maybe if I looked my best you wouldn't hate seeing me as much," I told him. Brendon sighed and took the cake box out of my hands, placing it softly on the pavement.

Before I had time to ask what he was doing, Brendon hugged me tightly. "I a-always want to see you, D," he whispered. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I had been holding and held him close, trying not to cry. "Brendon, I'm so sorry. You know that I didn't mean it." He pulled back from the hug and put his hand on my arm. "Yeah, I know, Dall. It's okay. Let's get you inside."

I shook my head and tried to calm my breathing. "No, I don't want to go inside your house until I've truly apologized," I told him. He nodded me on. "Brendon, you know that I am madly in love with you and that I would do absolutely anything to show you that. I didn't mean what I said. I know that it's not a great excuse, but Ryker had been bothering me all day about being gay and going out with you, and it was so exhausting. Anytime I turned the corner, he would just be there, taunting me, calling me names, making me feel disgusting. I wanted to cry whenever the bell rang signaling that class was over because I knew that he would be right outside. B-Brendon, I- god, this is stupid! Crying is stupid! I fucking hate that you have to see me like this, B. I don't want you to see me crying in the middle of your driveway over you. I'm supposed to be strong. I'm just so crazy about you. I would never do anything to hurt you, and I know that you didn't break up with me, but not seeing your smile every second of the day kills me enough. Not seeing it at all, god, it's unbearable. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I know that's a cheesy thing to say, but Brendon, it's true. It's so true, a-and I love you so so much. You're my everything. Please forgive me, Bren."

Brendon was staring at me with tears cascading down his adorable cheeks. "Bren, why are you crying? I'm so sorry for expecting you to even consider forgiving-" I tried to apologize all over again, but was met with Brendon smashing his lips against mine. "I forgive you, D-Dallon. I-I-I love you so much. Also, you look fricken hot. Now let's g-get you inside, okay," Brendon looked at me with such love and passion in his eyes that I knew that he couldn't be just saying that.

"Thanks, love. Sorry I'm crying," I laughed slightly, wiping my tears. "Dallon, it's okay for you to cry. I don't think you're weak," Brendon assured me. I took a deep breath and nodded. "This is why I love you," I told him. He smiled and handed me the cake box. "Let's go inside. I-I can go grab your favorite blanket from upstairs," he offered. "That sounds great, but you know that I don't care about what blanket I use. You just want me to use that one so it'll smell like me, right?" Brendon blushed. "Shut up. I love you, and you smell good," he whined. "You smell good too, B. Now let's go eat the cake I made you," I put my arm around his shoulders and walked us up the driveway. "You made cake," he asked. I sighed. "Shut up, Al helped me a little bit-"

"No surprise there."

"Hey, I can bake too."

"No, Dallon. I know you."

"Stop it, Brenny. I can too bake."

"Don't call me that, Dally."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Dally."

"Brendon, I swear."