kick me; brallon a.u | kik |

brendon bit his lip as he awaited for the younger one to pick up. brendon wasn't really one to be nervous, sometimes he was awkward but he wasn't afraid to be awkward, he was proud of being awkward. now, he was jittery and his palms were sweaty as the boy finally picked up. and if brendon could speak he would put it in two words: fucking adorable.

on the other hand dallon was disgusted by his own image. he looked disgusting, how small he was, how frail he looked. brendon looked absolutely gorgeous, he looked like one of those models you would see on magazines. stunning.

"hey dallon! i'm ready to hear you play!" brendon chirps.

'crap. i forgot to get my ukulele!' dallon thought.

"oh yeah, let me get it." dallon mumbles and prepares himself to stand.

'ok, what ever you do, make sure brendon doesn't see your leg.' he stands up, making sure he moves his leg to the side but as soon as he did he falls.

"fuck" dallon shouts. 'stupid prosthetic leg.'

he hated to do this but he pulled himself up to look at the computer on his desk and a finicky brendon and he hung up.

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