Dallon couldn't focus at work. He worked at diner called "The Calendar." It was a slow day today. It's not really busy on Tuesday's, so Dallon got to drown in his thoughts.

He was worried about Brendon. He always was, but a little more worried today. He was already worried about his drug problems, and slight alcoholism, but now this? He hated to see him in so much pain. He wanted to help him, and he tried, but he was scared he was make it worse. He loved the boy, to death, but he didn't want to add to the pain. "Dallon!" He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Patrick yelling his name. "S-sorry, what's up?" Patrick rolled his eyes and walked over to the coffee machine. "Table 4 needs more napkins. You okay today?" Dallon shrugged as he grabbed a few napkins. "It's Brendon." Patrick nodded. "How is he?" Dallon sighed. "Not good. I'll explain after work." He walked over to table 4 and gave them their napkins. Just 2 more hours.

"That's terrible, Dal.." Patrick usually walks home with him since it's on his way to his house. "I'm scared, Patrick. What if something happens when I'm not there?" Patrick shrugged. "I know you care about him, and you should, but he's a grown man. He's making his own decisions. You can help him as much as you can, but don't get dragged down with him." Dallon nodded as he walked up to his door. "Thanks Pat. I'll see you tomorrow." Patrick smiled. "Be safe, Dal." They both smiled as Dallon unlocked his door and walked in. Brendon was sitting on the couch, aggressively tapping his foot. He looked up at Dallon and stood up. Dallon was very confused as Brendon stared at him. "You okay, Bren?" He looked down at his converse and rubbed the back of his head. "I know I'm a mess, but I'm gonna try to get better..." Dallon was still slightly confused. "Look, Dal, I like you. I have for a while. You probably don't like me, but I-" Dallon was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear much of the rest. He said he was gonna try to get better. He knew that it would be hard, and he didn't know how long it would last, so he wasn't going to waste any time. "Shut up." Brendon looked up at the boy with a confused look on his face. "But I-" "Just shut up and kiss me already." Dallon smiled as Brendon chuckled. He walked over to him as Dallon put a hand on his cheek and kissed him, hard. He tasted like vodka and cigarettes. Dallon knew it might take a while for Brendon to get clean, but he was ready to help. He really did love the boy, and he would do anything to help him.

Never did I think that I would be caught in the way you caught me.

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A/N: this might be a short fic, depending on which direction I wanna go with it.

Also I have a vent story now if you're interested in that aha