Brallon Oneshots

A Boy, A Birthday, and A Bouquet

He was the prettiest boy in school and the most popular person I'd ever met, well, seen. I'd never actually spoken to Brendon Urie. He was well-liked and handsome while I was an ugly outcast with absolutely no friends.
Today was Brendon's birthday and the entire school knew about it, including me. I had a massive crush on this boy and he didn't know that I existed so this would be a fun day for Dallon. I dressed up today. For him. A new button down shirt and a bow tie. No one likes bow ties. I thought. I got Brendon a bouquet of roses with a small card inside. Maybe he wouldn't find it. I was planning on giving them to him, but now I was sitting behind the school sobbing.
I can't give these to him. He'd laugh. I cried for a while and just skipped my classes, not wanting to see Brendon, thinking that it might trigger tears. I slowly began tearing off the leaves off one of the roses' stem. "Are you okay?" I hear from above me. I look up to see the beautiful reason why I was holding a bouquet of flowers. Brendon Urie was right in front of me.
"No." I responded, hoping he'd shrug it off and walk away. Brendon helped me up and stood next to me, staring "What's the matter? I'm all ears." He smiled. God, he is beautiful. "I'm an idiot with unrealistic hopes." I pitifully explained. The shorter boy next to me didn't move an inch. "You haven't told me what's wrong." He looked at me. Surely this was just a set up. He and his posse were just playing games with me because I was easy prey. "There's this guy that I like who doesn't even give two shits about me and- and I've told you my pathetic story . Why aren't you laughing at me?" I asked, averting my gaze from him. "I would never laugh at you." I knew Brendon was a nice guy and all, but he was 100% playing me right now. 'I'd never laugh at you' yeah right. I'm the one kid that everyone can agree on hating.
"What's behind your back?" Brendon pesters. I clutched the bouquet of dark red roses in my shaking hands. "It's embarrassing." I promise. He puts his hand on my shoulder and looks into my eyes. "Unless you have an old school picture of me or a barbie doll, I doubt it's embarrassing. Just show me." I laughed at his examples, yet I continued to shake my head. Never again, would I dare to buy roses for Brendon Urie. He's probably not even into guys, especially ones in bow ties. This boy was so drop dead gorgeous that he could get with any girl he wanted, whenever he wanted.
He leaned against the side of the building and sighed as his back hit the wall. "Y'know, if you have something for someone, shouldn't you just give it to them? I mean, you've come this far, why back out now?" I almost summon up the amount of courage I need to present him with the tacky and lame gift. Then, I break. "I can't do it. I'd be even more of an outcast." I begin to cry again. This would be the second time today, that Brendon has seen the wimpy loser Dallon Weekes bawl his eyes out. How attractive does that look for me? Not very. "Ssh, I'll give whatever it is to whoever for you then. It's okay, just calm down." He rubs my back and I can feel my anxiety disappearing. "You don't understand." I whispered. He'll never understand unless I give it to him. I thought. I let myself take one more deep breath, and I take the flowers from behind my back.
I hand them to Brendon and mumble a small "Here you go." He sees the card that I cursed myself for adding. "I-Is this for me?" He asked. I nod my head, a pitiful smile crossing my face. "Can I read this out loud?" He requested permission. I shrug my shoulders and put my head in my hands. "Brendon, I have been admiring you from a far since the first day of freshman year. You fit right in, I did not. Oh, I tried so hard to make my way to the top of the social pyramid just to be parallel with you, but it would always end up in taunting laughter. Try to wait up for me. Anyways, happy birthday Brendon. Love, Dallon Weekes. P. S. I'm locker number 246 if you want to beat me up." He looks at me with tears in his eyes. "That was- thank you." He engulfs me in a hug. "Dallon, you have officially made this the best birthday ever." He smiles holding me closer. "Really?" I was spellbound. How could I, Dallon Weekes, the lamest loser in the entire school, have made his birthday special? "People only give me shitty cards and dumb gifts, but you? You gave me more than I could've asked for." Astonished, I took my hand and ran in through my hair. "I'd like to get to know you, Dallon." He smiled. "Could this be love at first sight, or should I walk by again?" Brendon softly sang the lyrics to one of my personal songs. "H-how do you-" I'd never shared this song with anyone. "I walk past this part of the school everyday. You have a beautiful voice." I feel my face heat up. "Can I give you something in return for this wonderful gift?" I'm asked. Here comes a punch or a kick. Fun fun fun. I prepare for the worst and nod my head. The gap between us almost vanished. "Turn the lights off, I'm in love." Brendon kisses my cheek and rests his head on my shoulder. "I think I am too." I laugh a bit at the fact that he's quoting my song again. Brendon Urie has officially changed my life now.
We got married after 4 years of dating. My wonderful husband and I have a three year old named Alexander. If it weren't for a boy, a birthday, and bouquet, I might not have found love at first sight in the form of a shorter man with great hair and too much energy.