Part Seven
Dallon was walking peacefully to the coffee machine, waiting for the moment that he could finally get his own cup of energy. "Hey, we're going to lunch," a voice said behind him. He turned to see Brendon looking up at him and he smiled.
Knowing that he couldn't resist saying no to Brendon, he nodded. The two walked to a cafe across their work building. It was nice, big open windows where you could see the birds flying by and picking up food from the ground. Heaters placed by every couple of tables to keep up with the increasingly growing cold temperatures.
"You should do that again," Dallon said, sipping his water and watching Brendon.
Brendon looked across the table at Dallon, confused. "Do what?"
"Y'know," he said, "smile?" Dallon gestured to Brendon as he hid the small red color that was making its way to his cheeks. "It really lights up an entire room."
"And I assume you're just saying that because we're friends. Friends are nice to each other, right?" Brendon shook his head, starting to regret his decision of going to lunch with Dallon.
Dallon nodded, "Just two bros who compliment each other because we care."
"Oh well if we're complementing each other in a very non flirting way, then I'd say that the face you make when you're thinking, it's pretty cute," Brendon said. He put down his drink and looked at Dallon in amusement. Watching the words come from the other side was a refreshing moment. "Is this how is bro's should compliment each other?"
Dallon nodded his head along, like a dumbstruck teenage boy.
"Your eyes are beautiful as well. They resemble an ocean and I can feel myself drowning in them everytime I look too closely," Brendon continued on until Dallon thought that he was going to physically shut down.
"I— yeah. Just friends," Dallon confirmed. Brendon smirked a bit, obviously liking to finally have control of their friendship for the short while. Dallon coughed, "So, now this is the part when I ask you out on a date tomorrow night—" Brendons eyes widened, "Not as friends of course." He added towards the end, just to make sure he got the words across.
Brendon was silent for a moment, staring down at the half eaten sandwich in front of him. "Tomorrow is a Friday, right?" He asked.
Dallon nodded, excitement building up in him as he didn't hear a "no" yet.
"And what time? Cause I have to catch up on a couple hours of work, but I can just try and get those done with today."
Dallon looked at Brendon. "I haven't thought that far yet. Maybe eight? I'll pick you up."
Brendon nodded, clearly thinking it through. His face suddenly dropped and so did Dallons hopes. "I won't need to dress fancy will I?" He asked.
Dallon laughed, "No, just casual and warm."
Brendon looked up at Dallon smiling. "I'd love to go on a date with you," he said.
***
"This just isn't right," Dallon said at his desk. He was staring at the reports across his desk. Twenty people were being laid off and five of them were in Brendon's department. He wished that he didn't have to do this at this time of the year. December nineteenth, with Christmas less than a week away.
"Mr. Weekes? He expects the reports back tomorrow before noon," his assistant said.
Dallon shook his head, "Some people have done exceptional work for this company, but they've also screwed up a lot. And others have pretty constant and decent work progress..." he thought constantly about the twenty who had to go home and tell their families on how they would need to lay off the spending for a while until they got a new job.
"Tomorrow, Mr. Weekes."
But the holidays were basically just a big excuse to spoil your loved ones with affection and gifts. "I heard you the first time." Dallon knew one of the guys on the list, his name was Dave and they talked shortly. Dave was saving to buy an engagement ring for his girlfriend but you can't get an engagement ring when you haven't gotten that final paycheck. "I wonder how I can put my own name on this list?"
"Sir, you're going to be promoted. This is only twenty people. How will you be able to fire more people next year?"
"Procrastination," Dallon suggested, "I'll procrastinate until I retire and then nobody gets fired from my own doing."
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SILVER BELLS | BRALLON
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Holiday Fic! Brendon hates clichés with a passion. That's why when the tall good looking gentleman caught an interest on him, he turned it down immediately. Much to his dismay, Dallon was not a quitter and usually took what he wanted whe...
