band mates.

now youve done a little wrong

[ quick announcement; WOO #8 IN #ryanseaman CATCH THESE HANDS ]

dallon woke up with a terrible hangover, and the unhealthy urge to puke out his guts. he remembered nothing that happened that night, as he raced to the bathroom in nothing but boxers. ryan on the other hand, was still asleep. he didn't even look drunk. after dallon finished dying, he came out, wiping his mouth tiredly. hangovers were never fun. in a tired haze, he crawled in ryans bed, wrapping his arms around him, his head against his back, and curling against his blue hair. he jumped when he heard that deep, dark voice. "aren't you up early," dallon just beamed, happy to know that his friend was awake, and that could take care of him. he hugged him tightly, ryan giving a slight giggle, and holding on tight to his hands. it wasn't long before the two were asleep, and dallon remembered everything that happened the night before.

dallon woke up with a shake, sitting up. ryan was still turned against him, curled up. dallon groaned, his head aching with every breath he took. then he froze. ryan. his best friend, his band mate, did that to him. he didn't know if his red face was because he liked ryan, or that he was in the same bed as ryan. either way, he didn't care. it happened. ryan probably didn't even care as well. dallon got up, putting on his clothes. they had a gig. he put on his makeup, two circles on his cheeks, as he smiled to himself. ryan eventually woke up from all the shuffling, doing the same as dallon.

just when they were gonna walk out on stage, ryan grabbed dallon. "hey, im- im sorry. for last night. you probably won't even remember but-" ryan sighed as he let go of him. dallon looked at him, but just stepped out as ryan did as well. what he didn't expect, was to be pinned on a wall when the show was over.