Dallon Weekes. Classy, quite simple, and 'the good guy', or so everyone thinks. There's a small piece of his life that the kids at school, other than his closest friends, are missing out on. 17 year old Dallon isn't only one of the gayest guys you'll ever meet, he also has a daughter. A 1 1/2 year old daughter. Brendon Urie is your stereo typical 'rocker guy' with leather jackets and skinny jeans so tight, you could see the exact print of a nickel in his back pocket. Except, he's more of a closeted gay guy, very closeted. The two have some mutual friends and a few classes together, but never really talked to each other. Until a drunken game of spin the bottle, that is.

How do you tell a boy that you've loved since the very first time you met him that it isn't enough being just friends anymore? That you'd be capable of physically hurting yourself to be a bit more to him, to touch him, to kiss him? That your mouth becomes dry just thinking about that body of his and even if you try not to think about it, you do it anyway? How do you say something like that, without ruining everything? Easy, Dallon figured out. You don't. You shut up. You shut up, get used to it and pray those feelings will go away. © panicaythedisco

You can only date people that are in your social group, or so Brendon thought. Brendon Urie was just fine in his social ranking, until he met Dallon Weekes. Everyone with eyes could see Dallon's beauty. Brendon was classified as an emo and Dallon was popular, but when brendon runs into Dallon at a concert things might just change. *TRIGGER WARNING* self- harm, abuse, description of anxiety attacks, existential crisis