Strange // Ryllon

epilogue

"Tell me," I begin as I continue to play with Dallon's sweater.

"Tell you what?"

"About the exact moment you realized you were madly in love with me."

Dallon chuckles and holds me closer. We are laying in his and Spencer's hotel room, but Spencer and Jon are out on a date. We've been dating for nearly a year now, but they're all on tour so Jon and I decided to visit when they had a day off and were staying in a hotel. Dallon just got back about an hour ago.

Dallon thinks, but soon I realize he is hesitating.

"Well... I realized I desperately liked you when I picked you up and brought you to my house, when we went to our rooms and stuff. I got in bed and really wanted to just walk back over and ask if we could cuddle or something."

"Okay, but madly in love?"

"When you had that panic attack and I brought you downstairs. You know, when we first kissed. I tried to deny being in love at first because it felt like it hit me the exact moment I saw you, so in all honesty it was love at first sight, but I just didn't realize it. Anyway, you were scared and wouldn't let go of my shirt, and it hit me." I smile and kiss him quickly. "What about you?"

"Coffee shop. When we hugged, I... I got really fluttery and stuff, but I tried pushing it away like you said, and like I explained before."

Dallon smiles, then kisses me gently and quickly. "Well, I'm glad we did, because I don't wanna fall in love with anyone who isn't you. If I'm honest, I've been terrified of losing you. I know I get protective every once in a while, and I feel horrible about it, but-"

"You're careful and protective with me and though a lot of people don't like that, it calms me down. So, keep being protective. I love it."

Dallon laughs again. He looks at me, places a hand on the side of my face, then looks at my lips, smiling slightly. He looks back up into my eyes.

"I'm madly in love with you, Ryan Ross," Dallon tells me softly. I smile.

"I'm madly in love with you, too, Dallon Weekes."

He kisses me gently and I melt into it, gripping his shirt even tighter.

I told Jon a long time ago that in a year from then, which is now, Dallon and I wouldn't be friends, and I was right. I was definitely right, we wouldn't be friends.

We'd be engaged.