What They Want The Most | Brallon

Chapter 1 - Collision

Dallon was truly regretting to go to this party.

They were celebrating Pete's birthday in a bar privatized at the occasion. And maybe it sounds all fun and cool to you but Dallon wished he was anywhere but here.

He didn't wanted to go, but he couldn't really say no to Pete, he was his friend and he owed him so much. So if going to a birthday party could make his friend happy then of course he will come, despite his introvert personality.

At the begging it was okay, he was with Ryan and they were having an usual conversation so it wasn't unpleasant. But his best friend went to the restroom and then never came back to him.

So Dallon was alone in a corner of the bar because he wasn't in the mood to try to socialise with new people.

It was too stressful, making a good impression was hard. He was always afraid to say something wrong or to act weird... And sometimes the fear was so strong than the words couldn't even past his lips, getting stuck in his throat, not matter how much he wanted to say them.

Maybe he could get a drink, find Pete to wish him a happy birthday and then leave? Nobody will miss him anyway.

Well okay, maybe Ryan will miss him a little bit, but he just saw him laughing with Patrick Stump so he would be fine even if he leaves.

So Dallon went to the bar, talking to the first waiter in sight.

"Can I have a Dr Pepper please?"

"Don't you think a cocktail or a beer would be better?" The waiter replied, smirking a bit.

Dallon frowned and look at him. He didn't seem to be 21 yet, but Dallon guessed it was okay as long as he wasn't drinking any of the numerous alcohols in the bar.

A red neon was on him, illuminating his pale skin from the side. He had big brown eyes and pink plumped lips. His hair was really short in the back and each side of his head and the rest on the top, longer, was raised, surely maintained by some hair wax. It looked so soft, it couldn't have been gel.

And don't get it wrong, Dallon was straight, but he wasn't blind and had to admit that the young man in front of him was really handsome.

"I think you're paid to get me what I want to drink, not to choose it for me." Dallon replied, his tone sounding more harsh than what he had planned.

So the young waiter lost his smirk and quickly apologized.

"You're right sir, sorry."

Then he went to open the big fridge behind the counter to grab a bottle with a red sticker around and a brown liquid inside. He filled a tall glass with the soda and putted some ice cubes and a straw in it before handing it to Dallon.

"Thank you. And sorry, I didn't mean to seem rude."

The waiter shook his head, a smile back on his lips.

"It's nothing, I was just trying to make the conversation... I'm sure I've seen you before..." He said, taking a time to think, looking at him with concentration. "You're a singer, right?"

Dallon chuckled a bit at how hard he was trying to guess who he is, before nodding.

"I'm Dallon Weekes."

"Oooh! The lead singer and bassist from the band IDKHOW." He realized.

Dallon nodded again, taking a sip of Dr Pepper.

"I think I saw you in the video clip of one of your songs... My girlfriend is a big fan of your band and I like it too, but I still prefer Fall Out Boy, sorry." He said, joking.