He Cared

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^^GuYs I met Zack at my Panic! concert in Grand Rapids, Michigan, which when I published this was just a few hours ago :D Also, sorry this chapter is hella late, I had a ton of writer's block, and couldn't think of much. Love ya <3 enjoy.

"I feel really bad though"

"So do I Milly, but there's no way we're going to find someone to play bass and guitar for us, not to mention have them learn all the songs in one week!" Brendon replied, sitting across from me.

We were officially on our way back home, since he was right. Though, I felt horrible that we had to cancel the last show of the tour. I mean, those fans have waited so long, just to get pure disappointment. Brendon sat on our bunk, and I sat on the one directly across, just reflecting on everything that had happened this past week.

Dallon had gotten out of the hospital a couple days prior, so he was most likely home with his family already. And since he lives not that far away from us, I have a feeling he's going to try something. Just a hunch.

"Can I be honest?" Dan emerged from the top bunk, his head hovering over the edge.

"Go for it," Brendon sighed.

"I completely understand why you left him, but at the same time we should've been by his side and helped him. I don't know, I'm probably being an ass, but he was most likely sorry after he said those things, but you never gave him a chance"

"Excuse me?" I interjected.

"Milly, don't. He's-" Brendon started.

"No. I can't fucking believe you. He's not sorry. He doesn't feel guilty. He's an ungrateful asshole who used me for his sick game. I gave him a chance, but he blew it. If you think any different, please step off of this bus while it's still moving," I spat, standing up and storming off to the room in the back of the bus.

I heard a couple sighs before I completely shut the door behind me.

It's been some time since I last cut. Maybe a month? Two? I actually can't remember. The urge was getting completely unbearable, and it was eventually the only thing I could think about. The urge to just feel something, anything other than sadness overwhelmed me.

Two knocks, followed by a small 'Can I come in?' sounded at the door. Everytime I wanted to be alone, someone had to ruin it. It's like they can sense what I'm thinking about, and just want to 'help me'. But what if I don't want help? What if I don't want to get better? After a few seconds of complete silence, a desperate 'please' echoed through the door, and into the room.

I stood up and sat on the couch that was against a window, ignoring his plea's. The one time I wanted to sit alone in peace, someone had to ruin it.

"Babe, pleas-"

"NO, OKAY?" I shouted, "I want to sit in peace for a fucking second. Leave me alone"

I could practically hear his frown.

He sighed, "Alright. Just know I'm here whenever you need me"

"Whatever"

It felt like I was going through withdrawls. Well, I guess I technically was. My eyes drifted to the fast moving street below, and I thought about what I said to Dan. That was pretty messed up, I'll admit. But there's no good reason why I should've stayed and helped Dallon. I feel like if I did, he would've tried something more intimate than just attempting to kiss me.

Before I knew it, I was fading in and out of consciousness, and I drifted to sleep.

~~*Had a ton of writer's block, so let's just say this is a couple days later, when they're almost back home, okay? Okay. hehe ily*~~

"Heyyyy this is getting more familiar!" Brendon exclaimed.

"Maybe because we're only 2 hours away from home," I laughed, sitting at a table across from Dan, who was staring out of the window.

"Are you okay?" Brendon questioned, and Dan looked up.

"Yeah, yeah everything's fine," he said unconvincingly.

I frowned.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about what I said, I was just really upset about that whole situation"

"Yeah, I know. That's not why I'm kinda sad. I just thought Dallon was a good guy, ya know? It sucks that he had to be one of those people," Dan stated, returning his gaze to the road outside the window as I nodded.

I couldn't wait to be home already. It'd been countless weeks of shows in states that I haven't even imagined I would go to. Even though that was really cool, I enjoyed just staying home, and spending time with Brendon. We haven't had quality us time in, umm. A long time.

"So what's the plan?" I glanced at Brendon who was trying to stuff a whole sandwich in his face.

"Huh?" He mumbled out, the mangled sandwich almost falling out of his face.

"I meannn, what are you going to do about Dallon and supposedly Kenny being gone?"

He quickly chewed the food in his mouth and swallowed before he said, "Try to find other people I guess. I have a couple people in mind that would be amazing, but I'll have to talk to them, plus Tony to see if they would be on board with it"

"Who?"

"It's a surprise," He smirked.

"Wait, are they who I'm thinking of?" Zack chimed in from the front.

"Maybe," Brendon grinned.

I laughed and playfully rolled my eyes since I knew there was no way he was going to tell me. Plus, I wouldn't even know who he was talking about, so what was the point anyway?

"Hey, don't roll your eyes at me, missy. Hasn't your mom taught yo- nevermind sorry that was, I didn't mean it like that"

I laughed, "It's fine, I don't care"

"I love youuuuu," He dragged, staring at you lovingly.

"I love you tooooo," I smiled, gently pecking his lips.

When I pulled away, he blushed, pulling me into a hug.

"Get a fucking roooom, you guys are gross," Zack commented, glancing at both of you for a second before turning back to the road.

We both rolled our eyes, and focused on the road as well. Only a couple hours before we were finally home, and hopefully things were going to be a lot less complicated than tour. Hopefully. But sometimes when you hope for something to happen, it ends up being more complicated than you originally thought it would be. Hopefully Dallon wouldn't start shit up again. Hopefully.