Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 20: The Hardest Part of Lust

Okay here we go

However many times I've done this, I'll never get over that sick to my stomach feeling. I take a huge gulp and breath of air then let it out shakily. It's been what, a week and a half? There's just more people that's all... nothing more. Not like they're gonna judge you.

Or make fun of you.

Or cause you to screw up.

None of that at all. They love you! Who the hell are you kidding yourself Dallon, no one loves you.

Shut up nervous brain, Brendon loves you and that's all that matters. No one would be here if they specifically didn't like you.

I walk up to a cheering crowd and position myself to the left side of the stage. I nod to Brendon, Ian, then Spencer and begin to play. My fingers run along the strings of my bass letting out a roar through the crowd. I keep my head placed down so I don't notice all the people only staring at me. The spotlights is only on myself, so I better keep concentrated. I'm still a nervous wreck but I have no clue why.

"We love you Dallon!" A couple of fans scream. They know who I am? My face glows up and I begin to play with more passion. The nerves from my fingertips begin to fade away as I'm feeling comforted and uplifted by the audience. The whole stage illuminates and crowd goes crazy,

"Well sheeeeeeeee's not bleeding on the ballroom floor, just for the attention." Brendon looks at me and smiles. The rest of tour is going to be amazing.

Two hours later

"Thank you goodnight!" I say into the microphone, followed by flicking my pick into the crowd. I trail off stage behind Spencer, having the sound of screaming teenage girls fade away. Something pushes me to the side and stops me in the hallway.

It was Brendon.

First checking that no one was watching, he pushed me against the wall and joined our lips together. He lead me into a deep kiss and trailed his hand down to the base of my crotch. His hand firmly gasped my bulge making me let out a small moan and him grin through our joined lips.

He moved his head next to mine and whispered still holding on to me, "I'll meet you in my dressing room in 20 minutes."

He said it with a stern voice and casually walked away, as if we didn't even know eachother. He left me eager to run back and take off all my clothes, but first I need to get all this sweat off.

I walk down the long hall of the venue to my dressing room and lazily flop on the couch.

"Fuck showering." I mumble and take my shirt off. I grab the can of spray deodorant next to my soon-to-be-opened can of doctor pepper and remove the cap. Brendon won't notice the difference if I shower or not, we're only gonna get sweaty again. I grin and let out a small chuckle at my thoughts, then go on my phone for the remaining time.

*knock**knock*

I guess he couldn't wait.

"Come in!" I yell.

My eyes are still peered at my phone, ignoring his enterance. The door locks and foot steps approach me.

"I guess this going to be the scene of the crime then." I smile, still looking down at my phone.

"Hello Dallon."

Shit.

That's not Brendon.

I get up and fury fills my eyes. My hands tighten and forms a fist as he just stays still and smiles like an innocent man.

"What the fuck did I tell you Ryan." I spit at him, hands clenched my sides.

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, "Baby please don't act like this is over, you know you want it."

He winks and walks over to grab my shoulder. I push him away in protest.

I whisper a stern 'Don't' but he continues to do it anyway. His hands rub my shoulders and go down to my sides. I flinch but don't hesitate like I should. Instead, I just watch him.His beautiful grown face, and his plan unraveling perfectly. I was only standing in shock and somewhat giving in.

"See, is that so hard?" We don't break eye contact but I'm not sure what I'm feeling. My body is run up and down with mixed emotions about Ryan, about what he did, and what he will do if I just continue to stay here.

"Dallon I love you."

My body goes numb, and my facial expression and thoughts go blank.