Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 8: Chillin'

{Hello! Sorry I haven't been posting as much lately... I have school and stuff but I promise I will try to update at least once or twice a week!!

Stay sweet-T}

So far tour has been spectacular. Seeing all the fans cheer and call our name just amazes me every time! It makes me feel like I'm doing the right thing,

It makes me feel worth it.

Not much has changed between the last couple of weeks, Brendon and I are (still) madly in love. Although, we decided that sooner or later we would have to tell someone other than Spencer- he's getting pissed off that he keeps running into us being intimate and not having anyone to bitch and complain about it to.

But whatever, I am happy, Brendon's happy, and nothing could ever change this feeling.

Today was our seventh show on tour, but every one felt like the first. Before the show I would always get the same jitters and butterflies that I got performing for my audition. Even though it seems that I have started over with my life, the past still haunts me.

"Thank you Marquee Theatre!!!! We love you and goodnight!!!"

Brendon screamed as sweat ran down his forehead to his neck.

We quickly exit the stage and head straight to the dressing room to change our drenched attire. I slip out of my slacks button up and bow tie, only to put on an old Fall Out Boy T-shirt of mine, and a pair of jeans.

*Pssssst*

I shrug my shoulders and ignore the faint noise.

*Pssssst Dallon*

I turn around briefly, but nothing catches my eye so I just carry on.

"Fucking Dallon Weekes, turn your ass around and look at me goddamnit!"

I shift my body, and my stomach drops. My eyes gaze up, only to see a suit and tie groomed Brendon carrying a bouquet of roses. You can see the excitement in those beautiful brown eyes, his cheeks were rosy, and his smile was cuter than ever.

"Wha- what's this?" I shyly ask.

"Put on something nice and meet me in the car in 10." He ran out the room as fast as his little legs would take him.

Damn was he adorable.

I finally make it to the car all pampered up (well as much as 10 minutes will get you) and Brendon speeds off like he was being chased.

"Hey, you wanna um... tell me what's going on?" I question.

He pulls the car over to the side of the deep dark desert highway and presses his lips to mine for a brief, but well worth, second. His eyes glance up as he whispers in my ear,

"Don't you worry Dal baby, I have everything planned out."

He continues at his fast pace, leaving me worried but excited for what was to come.

About twenty minutes later, we reach a small cottage in the middle of freakin' nowhere. No lights. No people. No nothing. I honestly consider the fact that Brendon might be a serial killer.

He jogs around the car to open the door and lightly locks his hand with mine. I am dragged down the small dirt path leading to the house tripping on the small rocks and twigs that lay below my feet.

All of a sudden Brendon flicks on the lights for the front yard.

My stomach drops and my heart skips a beat.

"Is this for me?" I ask tearing up.

He wraps his arms around my shoulders and rests his head on my arms,

" Happy First Date, Dal."