Far Too Young To Die // brallon

three

I know that Dallon originally wrote (most of) ftytd (and then him and Brendon rewrote it) but we're gonna pretend he didn't okay?

"I've never so adored you, I'm twisting allegories now. I want to complicate you, don't let me do this to myself. I'm chasing roller coasters, I've got to have you closer now. Endless romantic stories, you never could control me," Brendon sings again, looking over his lyrics once more. 

It's light outside, he's been working all day now, but he still doesn't have a chorus, just a tune. It's getting dark out again and now he's feeling delusional and sleep deprived. 

"Fixation or psychosis? Devoted to neurosis now. Endless romantic stories, you never could control me," he continues, then sighs. "Duh da da da duh da far too young to die, far too young to die," he sings quietly, now getting annoyed about the fact that he just can't think of something. There's a knock on the door, so he stands and immediately stumbles. He tosses the stuff onto the bed before making his way towards the door. There are tears dried on his cheeks, blood on his fingertips, hair that is messy as hell, and entire image that makes him look not so good.

He opens the door. Dallon jumps forward and hugs him tight. Brendon almost passes out by the sudden intoxicating scent before regaining his sensibility. He kicks the door shut so no one sees them. 

"I've been so worried about you," Dallon says quietly. 

"Why?" Brendon says, voice tired and broken. He screamed for a while earlier after having a small breakdown. 

Dallon frowns and pulls away.

"What do you mean 'why'? You didn't leave a note, you left your phone at the hotel so we couldn't call you, you pass out and I wake up to you gone, and-" Dallon stops when he watches tears form in Brendon's eyes. Brendon tenses, feeling scared and guilty, and guilt rises in Dallon as well. 

"How... um, how did you find me?" 

"Well, I started going around and asking people if they've seen you, then this guy at a store said you bought bandages and cigarettes, then a homeless guy outside said you went here. I bought him dinner, so I would have actually come earlier, but... yeah," Dallon explains. Brendon would smile at that, because that's the person Dallon is, to briefly talk to a homeless person and proceed to offer to buy them some food and supplies because he'd feel way too guilty that he didn't help them. But he's not smiling now. He instead just nods slightly and looks down. "Why'd you leave?"

"I..." Brendon hesitates. He left with the thought that if Dallon woke up with Brendon in his arms, then he'd be uncomfortable and it'd make their entire friendship go down the drain. "I just needed a breather."

"All day?" Dallon asks, raising an eyebrow. Brendon tries to speak, but just looks away sadly. He starts to walk away, but Dallon frowns and grabs his wrist. Brendon holds his breath and tenses, trying not to wince. Dallon looks at the dried blood on his fingers. "What happened?"

"Nothing," Brendon says way too quickly.

"Brendon," Dallon says a little sternly.

"Nothing."

"Brendon."

"Nothing happened."

"Brendon—?"

"I swear, nothing—"

"What happened to your hand?" 

Brendon looks at his hand. It's red and slightly blistering, but it's noticeable that there's a small pattern. 

"I... I burned it, it's fine."

"Why don't you bandage it up?" Dallon asks. Brendon shrugs.

"I don't have any bandages."

"I'm telling you, things aren't adding up with him," Dallon tells Spencer quietly, who nods.

"I know, he-... He doesn't seem like himself. I noticed it a long time ago, because in total I've spent 9 years with him, but I thought it was because of him and—" Spencer stops.

"Ryan?" Dallon asks after looking around the café cautiously.

"How did you...?"

"Brendon got drunk once and admitted to me that he would love to be in a relationship longer than the one he had with Ryan." Spencer frowns briefly but Dallon doesn't notice. "I think that's the same night he tried to convince me that we were married..."

Spencer stops as the realization slowly comes to mind. Oh no.

"Do you like him?" Spencer asks, and Dallon frowns.

"Ryan?" 

"No, Brendon."

"Of course, he's my boy—" Dallon stops, realizing what he's asking, but then the door opens and Spencer suddenly puts it into his head that Dallon and Brendon are together. Boy, he's my boy. Boyfriend.

"Hey," Brendon says as he walks up, but then notices their seriousness. "Am I interrupting something? I... uh, I can leave, it's—"

"No, no, come here," Dallon says, standing up. Brendon hesitates, glancing at Spencer briefly, but walks closer instead. Dallon pulls him into a hug, kissing the side of his head. Brendon and Spencer's eyes widen, but Spencer can't see Brendon's face. Brendon hugs him back. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Brendon says quickly. Dallon goes to argue, but stops because he can't prove he's not. 

"Well if you're not, I want you to tell me, okay?"

"I'm fine."

"I know, I mean in the future, okay?"

"Okay," Brendon says.

Dallon hugs him tighter, then lets go as the door opens. Luke walks in and Spencer desperately wants to say something. They all sit back down at the table. Brendon tenses up when Dallon places a comforting hand on his, thumb rubbing the back of Brendon's.