Brendon's POV
Ugh, why can't I tell him??
I just showed him my favorite spot in basically the world.
I didnt even show RYAN...
He knows more about me than my ex. He knew I didn't go home. He just knew...
I gotta admit it, I am falling for Dallon James Weekes.
Wait, he probably isn't even gay...
As I lead him out of the forest area and across the creek, he slips and falls. I laughed, he just laid in the water.
"Do you need help, Weekes?"
"Nah, the water is comfy."
"Suit yourself."
I turn away and begin to walk.
"Fine, come help me."
I hop half way through and hold out my hand to him. He grabbed it and pulled me in.
"WHAT TH-"
"Calm down, Bren."
"Well, you just pulled me into the water!"
"And it was funny."
"It is, but now we are both wet!"
"So?"
"WE COULD GET SICK!!"
"Geez, calm yourself."
"...fine..."
"Wanna go to my house?"
Wait, did Dallon Weekes invite me to his house?! Keep your cool, Brendon, keep your cool.
"Sure."
"Cool, do you want to ride with me, or use your own car?"
"I-"
"Great, you're coming with me."
"Ok?"
"It'll be fine."
"Alright, but I gotta sneak home, to change, I hate wet clothes."
"Fine, where do you live?"
"### ----------- lane. Not far from here."
"Ok, cool."
We drove to my house, and luckily, my parents weren't home. I quickly changed and went back to Dallon.
"Sorry, I needed to put my clothes into the washer."
"Ok, well, I made a plan. School normally ends at 3:45, so, to make it look like you didn't skip, I'm going to take us back to the park at around 3:30 for you to pick up your car. You then can drive to the school, arriving at around 3:45. Leave the school 5 minutes later. Sound simple?"
"Y-yeah."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, then lets go."
We sit there in an awkward silence. We finally arrived at his house, still in the silence. I didn't mind. I just hope he doesn't hate me.
"So, do you like Blink-182, by any chance?"
"Ummmm, contrary to popular belief, I do, I don't really like regular pop artist. Everyone just thinks I do. And I just let them."
He just hummed in response. He then went to a box filled with CDs. He shuffled through them before choosing one. He put it into a CD player and the first song was Dumpweed by Blink-182. He somehow gets me.
"So, wait, that is why you were at Hot Topic? Because you are a secret fan?"
"Yeah..."
"Cool."
"Not really. I barely go. Everyone wants to be by me. Especially Ryan."
"Hmm, makes sense, he was your boyfriend, until yesterday."
"Please don't bring that up. I hate remembering my mistakes."
"Oh, sorry."
"No, its fine."
"Shit, I didn't ask if you wanted anything."
"Its fine."
I sat on the couch and pulled my knees to my chest. I rest my head on them.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"No."
"Do you wanna. Talk about it?"
"No, Dal, I don't, sorry, I'm going back to my quiet space. Please don't bother to follow."
"Al-alright."
"Sorry..."
"No, its fine, j-just go."
"I didnt mean to make you feel bad, its all my fault. I can't do anything right."
"I doubt that."
"Well, its fucking true. Believe me, it is."
"Say somethings that you are good at."
"Being miserable, being a disappointment, being a burden."
His mouth went into a straight line.
"No, let me say stuff you're good at."
"Fine."
He smiled, gosh that smile is so pretty.
"So, first, you good at writing those songs. Second, I'm pretty sure that you're a good friend. Third, hmmm, in class, you seem pretty smart."
"Well, thanks, I'm gonna go now."
I got up and walked to the door. I felt a hand grab me before I could get there.
"Can you please stay?"
"Umm, s-sure?"
He pulled me into a hug. I almost forgot all my problems. All I could think about was Dallon's warm hug and the Blink-182 playing in the background.
My phone was going crazy from texts, I assume that they are from Ryan. We have class together by now.
"Fuck them."
"Who?"
"My friends, especially Ryan."
"Why?"
"They don't care."
"What?"
"They don't really care, they just need me for the popularity."
"O-oh."
I pushed away from the hug.
"Wait, is that the only reason you are hanging out with me us because you want to become popular? You're just like everyone else."
"No, I promise."
"I-I really need to go."
"Here, I'll drive you."
"N-no, its fine, really, I-I will be fine, trust me."
"You sure?"
"Yeah..."
"Want another hug?"
I considered that for another minute before answering.
"N-no, I need my quiet space."
"Fine, bye Bren."
"Bye Dal."
I left his house, then I checked my phone.
13 missed messages from Ryan X.X.
Great...
I check the messages.
Ryan X.X: where are you
Ryan X.X: are you skipping, again
Ryan X.X: i know youre mad, sorry, ok?
Ryan X.X: answer me!!
Ryan X.X: i just wanna talk to you
Ryan X.X: dude, pick up the phone
Ryan X.X: please?
Ryan X.X: bren?
Ryan X.X: i want to get back together
Ryan X.X: i understand if you dont want to, but just answer me
Ryan X.X: did i do something wrong?
Ryan X.X: im gonna leave school if you don't message me back soon
Ryan X.X: come on, did i really make you that mad?
Me: no, come meet me at the park, after school
Ryan<3: yay, youre still alive
Me: yeah, sorry, I was busy...
Ryan<3: ok, sorry about sending you all those messages...
Me: its fine, it shows that you care for me <3
Ryan<3: <3<3 miss you
Me: miss you too...
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A/N: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )
why not update at 1:00 while I'm in class, it makes perfect sense