3. Brendon cries, Dallon shouts and Ryan naps

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Yo what's happening. It's been a while since I've touched this and my excuse is that I've had exams, fucking annoying and stressful exams but they are done, vanished, I am free on summer break and I am back with a bunch of amazing chapters (hopefully lmao where has my motivation gone??)

This fic has started off in a terrible wee rough patch and I'm hoping it will pick up.

Please shower this chapter with loads of comments and I promise for a quicker update!

"What do you mean our tour bus has been cancelled?"Dallon slams his hand against the nearest wall where he has been pacing back and forth for the last hour, his phone pressed to his ear, legs aching, chest heaving and voice fuming from the antagon...

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"What do you mean our tour bus has been cancelled?"Dallon slams his hand against the nearest wall where he has been pacing back and forth for the last hour, his phone pressed to his ear, legs aching, chest heaving and voice fuming from the antagonising hour of being told to hold please, just a second, transferring call, the tour bus that you have pre-prepared has been cancelled we are sorry for the inconvenience.

Brendon watches from where he's been sitting on the bench in the airport long-stay car park, finding enjoyment out of watching bewildered holiday makers trying to find where they had last parked their car or watching as lovestruck couples make their way to the bus terminal that will take them to the airport and to their anticipated romantic getaway, swinging arms and kissing lips.

As much as this tour is about Dallon, about his music, his work, his ambitions, somewhere deep down inside of Brendon hopes that they can make a romantic getaway out of this, or even just a getaway. The accidental booking of a trip to Legoland was cancelled and Brendon's fear of planes - which by the way, he survived his very first plane journey and it didn't crash nor did he cry thank you very much - stands in the way of them going anywhere abroad.

Dallon has promised that he'll set aside time for the two of them because not every day will Dallon and Ryan be preforming gigs or doing interviews for weird magazines or having guest spots on late night television with hosts that Brendon doesn't know the names of. It's a matter of if Dallon commits to that promise is what Brendon is most worried about.

"We're sorry for the inconvenience!"Dallon's voice has reached hysteric, high, crazy and Brendon would find this funny if it wasn't for the fact that Brendon was relying on the tour bus to take a well deserved and needed nap in, seeing as it's approaching after lunch time and little or big, he needs a goddamn nap.

"Dallon, calm down-"

"Don't tell me to calm down, Ryan! We've just arrived in a state, Tennessee might I remind you, without a tour bus, the stage crews plane cancelled and our management- who the fuck knows where they are because they won't answer my calls! Where are we going to sleep, how are we getting to the gig, what time is- will you get off your fucking phone!"

"Has anyone ever told you that stress doesn't look good on you?"Ryan retorts, shoving his phone screen into Dallons face before the taller man can blow off again."It's booking reservations, for a hotel, for the 3 of us. Your welcome."

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