ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

cluster hoard #3

// Oneshots that have sat in my drafts for months, enjoy! //

title: open your heart up for me, please?
//Brendon didn't know there is more to the guy who never ever showed his emotions.//

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He doesn't really share any emotions around anyone. He's quiet and reserved, only ever opening up to people he's quite familiar to. That man, I just described, is Dallon Weekes. He's new to my friend group and oddly, he doesn't really seem to fit it. We're open and chaotic while he's the opposite of that. I haven't really talked to him or gotten along with him. I really wonder why Spence think this dude is something good.

One of my friends had decided to let him come to one of our favorite Saturday activities, lake side swimming during late hours. Something is so great about the cold water under the moonlight. Nothing's stopping you and nature.

"You-you're bleeding! Brendon, d-don't move, I-I got this," Dallon's panicking. I could easily tell by his erratic movements and the shakiness in his voice. I decide to sit against a tree with my calf still bleeding.

I look back at Dallon, seeing him take off his jacket and kneels down next to my leg. "I—Okay, I'm gonna wrap my jacket around your calf, I hope this doesn't h-hurt, Brendon," his voice is still stuttering along.

"Yeah, Dal, don't worry, Spence and the others are getting some aid from the van," I'm trying to reassure him but I have no idea how. I've never seen him like this. He's always been, in my eyes, as someone who's strong and cold. Dallon never ever showed anything. Sure, a smile and a frown here and there but that was it. To see him like that, I'm just sitting here in awe with him.

He lifts my leg up and I wince, Dallon responds with a small 'sorry,' and goes at a slower pace. As he wraps his jacket on my leg, I could feel the warmth still radiating from the jacket. It was nice to feel that around the chilly bleeding of my calf.

Dallon ties it up and then sits beside me. "A-are you okay? Do—do you need anything? I—"

"Cool your jets, man, I'm good." I'm laughing despite I'm the one in pain. He becomes silent again after a nod. Dammit, he's quiet again. We just sit there, back to where we began. His unresponsive, closed-off, and ha—speak of the fucking devil.

"Brendon, are you sure you're okay?" Dallon asks again and he looks directly at me.

"Dallon, are you okay?" Throwing that big question out there, Urie, you got this.

"Wha-What? What do you mean?"

"Dal, c'mon, you're always so quiet, what's up with you combusting into this ball of emotion with me?"

"I-uh, uhm, well..." he shuts off again. Almost had him, damn.

"Look, I won't force you to say anything. I'm just curious," I attempt to reassure him. The urges of curious are tempting me to pressure him. He did just save and aid me..., so, maybe it wouldn't hurt. Nah, I can't push him, it'll probably make things worse, honestly.

So, we wait it out, I bring out some conversation starters but he responds simply. Nothing I could do would make some conversation stem from his simple answers. Maybe he's shelling in even more because of me talking.

"Sorry, for, y'know, barraging you with all these stupid questions. I just thought, hey, the guys won't come anytime soon and I thought it'd be nice to have a conversation like normal people do when their friend had a busted leg." I laugh.

"Yeah, I, uhm, get you," Dallon responds as simple as life couldn't be. I wish we just talked. It's almost like he had a crush on me. Wait a minute. Does he have a freaking crush on me?
No, no, I'm just flattering myself.