One week later
It hasn't been long since the 'incident' with Brendon and Ryan, but I've learned to somewhat overcome it. It was in the past, and I taught him his lesson, so it's all over now. It took a lot of thinking over but I forgave Brendon. I knew that Ryan meant a lot to him, and in the end, he did the right thing. We talked it out over the last couple of days and now we're back to normal. Just touring and secretly dating-normal.
We've hit the midway point of our tour so we decide to head back to LA this weekend and spend it at Brendon's house. He acted really strange this morning though. I woke up and he rushed me out of the house and told me to go shopping for the randomest items. I'll never really understand the conversation,
"Wait, so what what do you want me to go shopping for?"
"Well! I need, I need. I need I need I need I need... Let's see, I need...um purple fuzzy socks! Um... Popcorn! And let's see... a lighter, whipped cream, and q-tips!"
So that was my morning. Now that I've spend the whole day searching for these items, I finally reach the doorsteps of the house. The sun is setting and the sky is a beautiful pink with scattered clouds. I really missed seeing the sunsets, they remind me of how beautiful life can be.
I smile at my thoughts and knock twice on the door. I hear a faint 'Come in' and turn the knob and push my way through. I walk throughout the house and find Brendon sitting on the kitchen counter with two mugs in his hands.
"Got the stuff?" He tried to stay serious but his smile breaks through.
"Umm yeah..." I respond, still no clue of what is happening.
He puts down the mugs and lightly kisses my cheek. He shuffles through all the bags and brings out everything but the q-tips. He shakes the can of whipped cream and slowly adds it into the mugs of hot chocolate that were on the counter.
"Here. Your job. Meet me in the living room when you're done." Brendon demands handing me the bag of microwave popcorn.
I feel something kinky brewing I chuckle and begin to press the buttons on the microwave.
I pour the bag into a small bowl and burn the shit out of my hand with the steam. Popcorn is very dangerous kids.
I walk out across the hardwood, floor squeaking at my feet, and find Brendon in the room. My smile grows huge and he invited me to come over.
The whole living room is transformed into a 'campsite'. The sofa and chairs are pushed together with bed sheets over them to form a tent. Inside it's stacked with pillows, blankets, and enough room for the both of us. He has his purple fuzzy socks on and lights the candles that side just outside the tent next to the hot chocolate he made us.
"Brendon!" I run to him and squeeze him with all my might. He looks up with his full brown eyes and kisses my lips softly,
"You like it?" He asks.
I peck his lips and pull him closer,
"I love it."
He directs me to sit in the tent and turns off the lights. Just when I thought it was perfect, he made things better. I look up and the ceiling is full of glowing stars. Cheesy yes- but perfect for us.
He sits across from me criss crossing his legs and grabs my hands. We stare into each others eyes as if we've known each other for years. I loved him. I know it hasn't been long, but he makes me happy- he makes me who I want to be. I couldn't ask for anymore.
He interlocks our fingers and rubs his thumbs across the back of my hands. His eyes lock to mine and he speaks with an adorable smile,
"Dallon I love you. I-I know we've had some rough things going on lately, but I want you to know you are the one for me." He pushes up his glasses and fluffs his hair then grabs my hands again,
"And I was wondering... Dallon Weekes will you move in with me?"
On pure reaction I pull him into a passionate kiss without responding. I realize I left him hanging, and pull back. My smile is bigger than ever, and I chuckle with tears beginning to fill up my eyes.
"Yes."
I couldn't have asked for a better night. No sex, just bonding. It's midnight and were exhausted from the tears of joy and kisses. He lays on my chest and I run my fingers through his hair. He was so beautiful.
I'll never get tired of seeing his face.
"Goodnight Dal." He whispers.
"Goodnight Bren, I love you."
"I love you too." He kisses my pajama shirt, snuggles into my chest, and we fall asleep.
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Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)
FanfictionDallon is the newest member of Panic! At the Disco, but what will happen as he finds out the frontman Brendon has a secret crush on him? Shit will happen. That's what.
