Strange // Ryllon

four

I can admit that so far coffee with Dallon and Jon hasn't been the worst. I have been trying to remain silent almost the entire time, and though Dallon seems like a nice guy, I know he's hiding something. He looks at me a little too much, he seemed uncomfortable when we mentioned Brendon, and he keeps glancing at the couple next to us before looking at me and then does a shy smile. I know exactly what is happening.

He really is here about me and Brendon.

Jon told me to be nice, so as much as I want to, I'm not gonna call him out for it. 

But I can hint at it. 

"So, how are Brendon and Spencer and Zack?" I ask suddenly, interrupting the very short silence between them. They both look at me, Dallon tensing a bit. 

"Oh, um, they're good, I think. I'm... I'm not sure what to compare it to, so I guess they're fine."

"Quick question, do you know everything that happened? You know, between... all of us?" Jon asks, and Dallon shakes his head, some sort of hopeful look in his eyes. Okay, pal, keep trying to trick us into thinking you're not here because of that exact reason. 

"The most information I've learned is from online and you two, and I've begun to realize what people say online is mostly just ideas, not facts. Brendon and Spencer avoid talking about anything that is related to you guys. I tried to ask Spencer but he shut me out immediately."

I frown slightly. Spencer's not the one to shut someone out, especially to a friend. He's like a book, so easy to read, so what happened must have hurt him bad. I didn't think I affected him much, but something's telling me that I'm not the only reason.

Jon tenses a bit and nods sadly. I notice it, and part of me wants to piece something together, but I have no idea what could have happened between them. I never asked. I mean, I've never talked about what happened, not seriously discussed all sides of it. God, lunch is gonna be a disaster.

"We... well, we-"

"We fought. All of us. The worst was probably between me and Brendon, hence the fact that I hate him," I say with a pissed-off smile. Dallon swallows and nods.

"Oh," is all he says. He's quiet and he learned his information. I have to remind myself that he already knows and he is probably lying to get us closer, and with that thought, I regret saying anything at all. I set up a trap and walked right into it.

His phone buzzes and he checks it, then stands up.

"Oh, well, I've gotta run, but it was really nice talking to you guys," Dallon says with a smile, Jon standing up and making me do so. Dallon grabs a napkin, seemingly remembering something as Jon speaks, then pulls out a pen and writes something.

"Nice to talk to you too," Jon says. Dallon and him hug and then Dallon turns to me. No, no way, not happening.

Jon subtly kicks my foot and I force a small smile, stepping closer. He wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap mine around his neck, but now it's too close and I can't rewind. He and Jon didn't hug like this, not this more-than-a-friend hug, and what pisses me off is how nice it feels.

"Here's my number in case you need it," Dallon whispers into my ear as I feel him slip something into my hoodie pocket. It feels so intimate and close and he's holding me and his lips are brushing against my ear and I feel so drunk off of this.

I never realized how much I crave physical attention like this, like him holding me close and whispering into my ear, but Jon did it just the other week and I felt nothing. He hugged me and told me he believes in me, and all I felt was a little annoyed because we were wasting time.

Dallon pulls away, looks into my eyes, and smiles. I try to move but suddenly I'm swimming in his ocean blue eyes. He's gorgeous. God, he's so fucking gorgeous. I resist the urge to lean in and connect our lips together, something about that feeling right, but then he's gone and I'm speechless and frozen.

"See? That wasn't that bad!" Jon says happily, but I don't think he understands what just happened.

Oh my god, I think I'm falling in love.