Weekends

33- Playful and Presents- B

Some days are really good. It's one of those days. Since Dallon and I made up the night before, he had been peppering my face with kisses and complimenting me nonstop. I really was in love with him. When he picked me up in that morning, he had wrapped packages in the backseat of him car.

"What's with a-all of the g-gifts? Is it Christmas a-a-already," I asked him, laughing lightly. "It's not Christmas, baby, but they are for you." I turned my head towards him and furrowed my brows. "All of-of them?" He nodded and took my hand in his. "Are y-you serious," I shrieked. "Yeah, they're all yours, hun." I leaned over and kissed Dallon's cheek. "Wait, I can't take th-this from you, D. This is wr-wrong." Dallon sighed and ran his thumb over the back of my hand. "Darling, what else am I going to do with these packages?" I shrugged, my leg bouncing as I smiled to myself.

"Brendon, do you want to open them in the parking lot or at my house after school," Dallon grinned at my restraint. "Dallon, y-you do so much for me already. I really can't take these fro-from you. There are ten boxes of-"

"Twelve."

"What?"

"Twelve boxes, baby."

"Oh, I- there are t-twelve boxes of things that you b-b-bought for me. I really can't take this from you," I sighed. Dallon let go of my hand and put his own on my knee. "Bren, please," he asked. "Dallon, no," I giggled slightly. Dallon groaned and parked the car. I smiled and laughed at him. "I will make you open these presents, love. I bought them specifically for you, and what I want more than almost anything in the world, is to see you open them," he pleaded. I shook my head and went to get out of the car, but he locked the doors.

"E-Excuse me," I scoffed. He grinned. I loved messing around with Dallon. "You're not allowed out until you open this present." Dallon handed me a box and smirked. I rolled my eyes and unlocked the door, only to be met with Dallon locking it again. "Dall, I don't want you to b-buy things for me. I already told you that seeing you in-in a suit was more than enough to make me forgive you," I laughed. "Fine. Go ahead and get out, but I won't forgive you." I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Go on, love. It's time for school," he teased. "Give me th-the stupid present, you i-i-idiot." He fist pumped to himself and handed me a box.

I tore away the wrapping paper slowly and was met with a pretty box with a flower pattern on it. "I know i-it's not the gift, but this is a gorgeous box," I told him. His face tinted red. "I'm glad you like it, hun," he smiled. "This is literally the p-p-prettiest thing I've ever seen. Where'd you get it?" This is when Dallon fully blushed. "I painted it," he told me quietly. "What," I asked in disbelief. He nodded and looked down at his lap. "I painted the box for you. Now, open it up," he laughed. "Dallon, this is incredible! I love it s-so much," I nearly shrieked as I leaned over and kissed Dallon's cheek.

"Doll, that's only the box. Open it up," he whined slightly. I nodded and carefully lifted the lid to the box. Inside was a necklace with a pressed sunflower pendant. "I don't know if you'll wear it, but I thought that you could hang the pendant off your backpack or something," Dallon rambled as I marveled at the gift. "Dallon, I-I don't know what to say. It's beautiful. I love y-you so much," I got choked up and started crying. "Aw, baby, don't cry. Oh goodness, Brendon, come here," Dallon chuckled lightly and scooted his seat back a bit so I could crawl over onto his lap.

"I love you, Brendon." I leaned into his lips and kissed him. I had my hands on his cheeks as his rested on my waist. He was smiling when I pulled back. "I love you too, Dall. Can you help me cl-clasp the necklace?" Dallon nodded and kissed my nose as he took the necklace from me. "Of course, love," he told me and put the beautiful necklace on me.

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By the time we had gotten to lunch period, Dallon had convinced me to open all but two of the gifts. They were all wonderful and were all in Dallon's hand-painted gifts boxes. He put them in his locker and pulled one out anytime he had something to hold against me. He was so confident that he brought both of them to lunch with him. "Hey, Bren. How was last period," he asked smugly. I glared at him. "It was fine. Do you want me to j-just open them? I-I feel bad," I sighed. He shook his head. "Oh no no no, baby. I'll get you to want to open them. You will not pity me, Brendon," he bumped me with his hip and placed the two boxes in front of me.

He barely mentioned the gifts for the entirety of lunch, but it was starting to really get to me. They were taunting me. "Love, are you feeling okay? You keep staring off," Dallon asked. I didn't want to admit how much I wanted to open the boxes. "Yeah, I-I feel fine. Can I um- can I open th-the presents, now," I spoke quietly. A grin spread across his face. "Darling, of course, you can open the rest of the presents I got you." My face went red and my heart dropped to my stomach. "I-I-I don't w-ant to take th-these from you," I sighed and put my head in my hands.

"Open the presents, small boy. You're too cute." I laughed lightly and opened the gifts. One was a small container of cookies, and the other was canvas. On the canvas was a painting my favorite picture of Dallon and I. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. I put my head on Dallon's shoulder and kissed his neck softly. "You're perfect, Brendon," he whispered. "Thank you for e-everything, Dallon. I love you."