He Cared

36

My tired eyes opened slightly as the bright sunlight rained down through the windows. I looked beside me, and surprisingly Brendon wasn't there. But I never recalled falling asleep in the first place though. A delicious smell overwhelmed my senses, causing me to get up and hurry to where the smell was coming from. I walked on the cold wooden floor until I reached the kitchen, watching Brendon set the last piece of toast on a plate.

"Goodmorning beautiful," he smiled, setting the plates across the table from each other.

"Goodmorning handsome," I smiled back, walking over to wrap him in a warm embrace.

We stood there for a few moments, just enjoying being home for once. It was quite weird not being on a bus going to the next tour stop, and it just being Brendon and I. I was so used to having other people around all of the time, but now that we're alone it feels so much better. Though I missed tour, I definitely did not miss the arguments that we would all have. Either as a whole group, or a small one between two people.

"Okay, our breakfast is probably getting cold," he laughed, pulling away.

"Yeah, probably"

We sat in mostly silence while we were eating. Occasionally catching the other person staring, and smirking at them, which made the other person laugh. Even though we were silent, it never felt awkward, which was nice. I got about half way through the breakfast before I started feeling the least bit full. I then proceeded to poke at the eggs with my fork, moving them around in disgust.

"Are you okay?" Brendon asked, stuffing his face with a piece of his scrambled egg.

"Yeah of course, why?"

"You're going to eat that, right?"

"Mhmm," I hummed in response, not really paying attention.

"Alright," was all he said before we were back to complete silence.

Before I knew it, Brendon finished his breakfast, and went to put his plate in the dishwasher. I hadn't even finished all the eggs. The only things that I ate were a piece of toast and a couple forkfuls of scrambled eggs. But somehow I was full enough to be completely done.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, I'll be right back," I smiled, getting up to go.

"NO! I mean- no, finish your breakfast," Brendon said loudly, causing me to jump.

"What? Why?"

"Just please, sit back down and eat"

"Wow. Are you seriously still on that? I'm good, you don't need to worry about me," I said, slightly shaking my head, "I'm going to the bathroom, and if you absolutely have to stand outside the door to make sure I'm not throwing up, feel free"

I walked out, heading toward the bathroom.

"You know what? I am still on that. Milly, you're thinner than I've ever seen you. I know you wear baggy clothing because you don't want me to see. I've only seen you eat a couple times the whole tour. You seriously can't blame me for thinking that, right?" He called from the kitchen door, making me turn around.

"I'm sorry, okay! Maybe I'm not okay, but this time I was really just trying to go to the bathroom, not anything else. Then you saying that really put that thought in my head"

He frowned, looking down, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I thought I was helping, but I guess not"

"It's fine. Well, I'm actually going to go to the bathroom, so if you want to stand outside, feel free," I said, feeling extremely annoyed.

"No, I trust you," Brendon said quietly, silently walking back into the kitchen.

I sighed, knowing that I shouldn't have made it a big deal. After all, he was only trying to help. But as I shut the door behind me, I sighed. Certainly throwing up once more wouldn't hurt anyone.

~~~~

"I swear to fucking god if you come here"

I walked out of the bathroom to hear Brendon on the phone again. But instead of ignoring it, I tiptoed toward the opening of the kitchen. This time I could actually hear the person on the other end.

"You'll do what? I'm your fucking friend, Brendon. You can't do shit to me, you're too fragile"

"You're not my friend. If you want to come here, fine, do it. But don't think you're going to be completely unharmed, that's far from what's actually going to happen" 

"Haha, that's really funny. I'll see you soon, Brenny"

Brendon let out a loud frustrated groan, and I appeared from the door, my phone in hand.

"Were you there the whole time?" 

"Not the whole time, but I got a solution," I tapped on Zack's contact, clicking on the call button.

While waiting for Zack to answer, I mindlessly wondered around the house.

"Is there something wrong?" Zack asked, causing me to laugh.

"Yeah, actually, there is"

"And that something is..?"

"Dallon"

"Goddamn it, of course it is," He sighed, "I'll be over there in about an hour and a half"

"That long?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I took Kala on a little getaway since we just got back"

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry. You don't have to come, spend some time with Kala, you both deserve it"

"I think you're forgetting that it's my job to keep you and Brendon safe," He slightly chuckled, "I'll be there in an hour and a half. Two at the latest"

"Alright. And again, I'm so sorry"

"Don't stress. See both of you soon. Bye"

The call ended, and I still felt awful for ruining their plans. I stopped my mindless wondering, and sat on the living room couch.

"What'd he say?" Brendon emerged from the kitchen, walking toward the couch.

"He'll be here in about two hours," I sighed.

"That's a long time"

"Yeah, I know," I put my head in my hands, "I just hope Dallon holds off until Zack gets here"

"Me too," He sat down beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me toward him.

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It had been about an hour and a half of just sitting and waiting. I laid my head on Brendon's lap, him playing with my hair. We looked into each other's eyes, and he winked at me, us laughing like children. 

A few knocks sounded at the door, and I looked at it, then back to Brendon.

"I'll get it," I spoke, standing up, and walking toward the door.

Once I got there, I looked out of the small square window, and turned to look at Brendon.

"We got a problem"