Y/n's Perspective
I had a really great time with Brendon today. The horse back riding and the pickle-throwing at Arby's. At the moment we were back at the hotel room, cuddling on the bed and watching Coraline on Netflix. It was one of my favorite movies, so Brendon let me put it on. We were at the scene were Coraline was crawling through the tunnels, when Brendon spoke up.
"Hey y/n?" He asked, a small amount of fear in his voice.
"Yeah?" I respond, looking up at him.
"Y-you know I'm uh... Pansexual, right?" Brendon whispered, looking down at his twiddling thumbs.
"Yes, I know. And I accept you completely. You be whoever you want to be, I'll accept you either way. Because I love you, and respect you." I brushed my thumb over his cheek.
He looked up, tears brimming his eyes.
"I love you so much." He said, pulling me into a tight hug. "I love you so, so much, y/n..."
"I know you do. And I love you too, Brendon." I whispered, brushing a tear off of his cheek.
"Want to order some food to the hotel room? We can get whatever you want." I smiled
He let a small laugh escape him and nodded.
"Hey, baby... look at me." I said in a serious voice.
His gorgeous eyes met mine again, making my heart melt.
"If anybody ever speaks badly about your sexuality, you ignore them, okay? And I know you have been, but I can tell that it gets to you sometimes. But just remember: you have me, and I'll always be there for you, okay? I love you." I kissed his head.
"You are the most amazing person I've ever met, y/n. You're so brilliant to me, and I respect and love you too."
I smiled as he rested his head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through his hair, raking out all of the hairspray.
"C'mon, let's order some food." I whispered.
"Okay my love. Can we get Chinese?" He laughed quietly.
"Hell yeah!"
I grabbed the phone as quickly as I could and dialed the number.
"Hi can we please have fried rice, beef noodles, 4 spring rolls and some honey soy chicken? Yeah... uh... no. Okay... thank you... thanks... yep... sounds good... okay... bye now..." I hung up the phone.
"That took longer than expected!" Brendon laughed.
"Yeah they kept asking if either of us had any allergies or if we wanted any add on's." I sighed, collapsing onto the bed next to Brendon.
"As long as they weren't virtually-flirting with you, I'm okay with it."
"They were definitely not 'virtually flirting' with me." I laughed.
"I kinda feel bad for what we did in front of Dan the other day..."
"Me too..."
"But, he hasn't flirted with you since, so that's good!" He chuckled, kissing me on the cheek.
I giggled and kissed his cheek back.
"That was adorable. You're adorable. I'm taking a photo of how adorable you are." He pulled out his phone and took about 15 photos of me laughing my ass off.
"This one's my favourite!" He grinned.
"Show me!" I gasped, worried that it was going to be horrible.
He showed me a photo of me with my hands on my stomach, a huge smile on my face as I rolled around on the bed. I actually did like the photo, it was a nice one of me.
"Phew. I was worried it was going to be a bad photo." I laughed.
"Of course not! Infact, none of them are bad! You are just too perfect! I'm setting that one that we like as my home screen and lock screen." He pulled out his phone once again.
"Well then, I'm setting a photo of you as my backgrounds!"
I took out my phone and took a selfie of us, with Brendon kissing my cheek, and me grinning.
"Perfect!" We said at the same time.
We giggled until we heard a knock on our hotel room door.
"FOOD!" We both yelled.
Brendon ran to the door and quickly paid the delivery man.
"Thank you!" I yelled from the other side of the hotel room.
"All good!" I heard him yell back.
Brendon practically threw the bag of goods onto the bed, thankfully not spilling anything.
"You need to stop paying for everything! Let me pay for once!" I sighed, taking a bite out of my spring roll.
"Never." He laughed.
The night was filled with laughter, feeding each other and taking more pictures of each other.
"Let's start packing our bags, gotta get to the airport again in the morning." Brendon said, finishing his last noodle.
I nodded and grabbed my suit case.
"Better get used to this." I giggled to myself.
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