Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 25: Please Put the Doctor on the Phone

Back to Dallon's POV

My eyes slowly ease open, fighting against the heavy feeling running through my head. The room is slightly spinning and I can feel the unsatisfying notion of my stomach gurgling. I shut my eyes for a few more seconds until I force myself to get out of my bunk. I pull myself up and quickly stumble towards the bathroom while holding on to each side of the bunks to try and balance myself. I trip over a collection of Brendon and Spencer's shoes but have no time to get annoyed, the room is still spinning and I just have to make it to the restroom.

I finally ease my way to the compact tour bus bathroom and grossly vomit into the toilet. I shouldn't have drank so much. I never drink. Hell, I hardly remember finishing the concert last night let alone why I turned out like this. I sit beside the bowl, hugging it, and continue to throw up for about three times for the next five minutes. I let out a collection of moans and sighs trying to block out the horrible head-spinning and stomach pain I'm in, but it's no use.

Someone knocks on the door lightly.

"C-come In." I sigh out.

Spencer steps into the room, which barely fits the both of us, and looks at me with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Well I see you're getting the aftermath of the little soap opera you guys had last night."

I look up at him with confusion, but more frustration. The bathroom floor was disgusting, the whole room smelled terribly, and I was still feeling like shit even after all I threw up-I wasn't a happy camper.

"What the hell are you talking about man?" I softly say out with my eyes closed. My head filled up with so much pressure that for me to be talking and to be looking at him was nearly impossible.

"Oh right! Your'e a hangover virgin! How cute." His condescending attitude wasn't helping the situation. "Well you see, Ryan and you kinda well-ya know. And I ugh... walked in making us all fight, blah blah blah.Then you got drunk! Don't worry, you'll get pieces to the puzzle soon enough."

I could tell by his tone that he thought of this as a big joke. He had obviously had to deal with Ryan and Brendon in the past, then Brendon and me, and now all three if us.

I slowly begin to remember the night, but with huge gaps. I knew I had done something wrong, I just couldn't believe I let it go this far. It made me uncomfortable to think about it...

What would Brendon say?
What did Brendon say?

Oh god please let us not have one of those awkward relationships where we only speak in small talk. I loved him and he knows that, I just don't know what came over me. I guess he knows the feeling, right?

As I collected my thoughts, Spencer had escaped the horrible stench of the bathroom leaving me on the cold tile floor. I began to gently push myself up, with the small support of my shaking arms and legs, then begin to make myself presentable.

I still wasn't feeling well, and this 'new' revelation didn't help either. I needed to talk to him.

I walk out into the tour bus hallway and stop in the center to rub my unsteady hands over my face. I didn't know I could make things worse with Ryan, but apparently I did.

The bus jerks to the side and leads me to fall into a pair of arms. They were warm and familiar, but then again I was nervous to be confronted.

"Hey." He gently smiles, then looks down again. I could tell he was uncomfortable based on his long sigh.

"Hi." I say back. " Listen Bren I'm so-"

He cuts me off, "Dallon please, this is all my fault like you said. I know it now, you brought me to my senses. You let my issue go, now can we just ignore this and continue the tour?"

Ignore this? This is a big deal and obviously he has some kind of guilt trip towards it. But instead of making matters worse, I just give him a soft 'Ok' and kiss his check full of stubble.

He pulls me into a big and warming hug. I haven't had one of these in a while. His chin rests on my shoulder and he brings his lips to whisper in my ear.

"Don't ever drink again baby, you smell and you're not my innocent little Dal."

I let out a small chuckle and pull back from his grip around me. I bring my hand in between our chests and he follows my movements . With our pinkies pulled out, his smile grows wider.

"I pinky promise you Bren. I love you."