°•Butter Cups and Roses•° || Brallon

Dallon was always the quiet kid, the one who never wanted attention from anyone. Did he ever get it? No, and thank God he didn't. People never noticed him, but that was okay. He was totally alright with that; he didn't want to be noticed. Dallon always smelled sweetly of roses; it was a pretty smell, and he loved it. Really, Dallon only had one friend, and again, he was perfectly fine with that. Brendon was his only friend. He was his best friend, in fact. They'd been friends ever since preschool and they had never left each other's sides. The two were like peas in a pod, they always had each other's backs and they were practically inseparable. Brendon, though, he got more attention then Dallon. He had more friends, which kind of distanced the two. Brendon had the personality of a butter cup; everyone loves them just like everyone loved Brendon. The one person that loved him the most, was Dallon. Dallon was gay, and no one knew. Not even Brendon knew. He had a huge crush on his best friend, but would he tell him? Fuck no. Brendon as extremely against gays and all that shit, so if he told him it would destroy their friendship and their relationship. Dallon didn't want to lose the one he loved most; the boy he was deeply in love with. He couldn't risk that.