"I'll see you soon." Dallon smiled as he spun in his computer chair, holding his phone against his ear. "Have a nice trip home."

"My parents home, Dallon." Brendon laughed in a way that, from the giggles that burst from Breezy, made a goofy smile spread across Dallon's face. "My home is here. I hate flights, they're so tedious..."

"I'll be waiting for you when you get home." Dallon said, spinning away from Breezy who was pointing inside her mouth with a soft gagging noise. "Message me when you land."

"Done! I'll talk to you then, Dallon." Brendon replied. Dallon could hear intercom voices in the background of their conversation. "My flight just came up. I'll be back soon, goodbye, Dallon."

"Goodbye, Brendon." Dallon responded, pulling his phone away from his face and hanging up. He looked back at Breezy, who was smirking at him. "You stop it!"

"I'll be waiting, Brendon!" She mimicked his voice while dramatically placing her hands over her heart and bashing her eyelashes.

"You're so mean."

"You're too easy to tease." Breezy replied as she walked over to Dallon's chair. She leaned on the back of it and looked down at him. "I've still never seen a photo of him, you know."

"Who, Brendon?" Dallon asked, angling himself sideways in the chair to look at her.

"How am I supposed to give you my solid dating advice without a picture of who you're dating?" She played off innocence at first, but winked with the end of her sentence.

Dallon rolled his eyes. "I'll show you his Instagram. Will that be enough?" Breezy clapped excitedly in confirmation, making Dallon laugh. He brought his phone up and clicked into the app, quickly going to his tagged photos and finding Brendon's account. "This is him."

"He shoots, he scores!" Breezy exclaimed, taking the phone at Dallon's offer to let her hold it. "Artsy fartsy? I see you have a type."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Breezy smiled, still scrolling Brendon's profile. "You remember Josh's sleeve that almost got him kicked out of school. You always had your fingers tracing the inked patterns of the bark. It was honestly adorable."

Dallon looked down at the mention of Josh. He had never considered Josh very artsy. Josh was more soft spoken and kind. He was the type of person that made you feel warm and in the midst of a hurricane. There was a different feeling with Josh compared to Brendon; Brendon's warmth came from those caffeinated eyes that seemed to know so much more than they let on...

"Aww, who's the little groovy guy?" Breezy asked, snapping Dallon from his thoughts. He looked up to see her clicking into Ryan's profile. She scrolled down it quickly before looking up at Dallon.

"That's his ex, Ryan." Dallon replied as Breezy passed back his phone.

"He looks familiar." Breezy said, tilting her head. "Ryan... I feel like I've met him before."

"Have you?" Dallon asked a bit too eagerly. He wanted to know more about what happened between the two of them, but he didn't want to bother Brendon with it; it had to have been rough. He was also interested in Ryan's 'art'.

"Hey, does he have a last name?" Breezy inquired as she pulled out her own phone.

"Are you stalking the ex of the boy I'm seeing?" Dallon asked with the raise of an eyebrow.

Breezy shushed him, "It's called being a good friend... And don't act like you haven't stalked him just a little." She looked up with a quick wink. "Gimme a name."

Dallon looked back down at his phone. "Ryan Ross." He replied after looking at some comments on the boy's pictures.

Breezy nodded, typing on her phone as if her life depended on it. When she stopped, it was only a brief second before she spoke again. "Yea, he went to our school! Graduated before us, but still lives around here..."

"Where around here?" Dallon asked, earning a hand on hip and the narrowing of eyes from Breezy.

"Who's stalking now?" She questioned, making Dallon's cheeks heat up.

"I just want... I'm not... Breeze..."

"If I tell you, just don't get yourself killed, alright? I'm gunna need a right hand man if things keep going real good with Sara."

"Deal."

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Dallon felt the stupidity of this thought with every step closer to the address Breezy had given him. In what universe was it a good idea to go chat it up with the ex of the person you were currently seeing? How was this ever an idea in his head?

He swore lowly to himself as he walked down the street. Ryan's home was just down the street, but Dallon really wanted to bail out of his half baked plan. At the same time, however, he wanted to have some kind of answers about Brendon.

Dallon paused in front of a pale, yellow house with a small, covered porch. In front of its covered porch, there were rows of dead rosebushes with yellowed grass covering the space in front of them. Dallon felt uneasy from the sight of it; it looked like no one lived here.

It didn't stop him from beginning down the path to the door. Dallon felt insane to continue forward, but he almost couldn't help himself. Answers to that mysterious, suave artist were so close...

Dallon walked across the porch slowly. He had so many conflicting thoughts running through his head at the current moment, it was almost numbing.

"Shut up!" He whispered to himself as he reached out for the doorbell that sat on the wall just inches away. It was just a quick talk; what could a quick talk hurt?

His finger pressed against the button, sending a soft buzz into the air. He pulled away rather quickly, feeling his breathing catch. Half of his brain screamed run, but the other half urged him to stay for whatever possibility rested behind this door.

Dallon was on the verge of listening to the sainer side of his brain when the door in front of him opened. A figure with messy hair and dark makeup around their eyes peeked around the door, shaking.

"Hello?.." A voice asked in a tone that was barely audible.

"Hello, Ryan?" Dallon asked, really wishing he had ran when his brain had said so.

His response was a loud cackle like laugh. "Ryan isn't here!" The figure giggled after the laughter died down. The door opened more, revealing the boy that Dallon recognized from Brendon's wall. He was wearing baggy sweat pants and a very loose fitting shirt as his head tilted from side to side. "It's only Ryro here, now."

"Ryro?" Dallon asked.

The boy nodded. "We don't talk to Ryan much..." He shook his head as an absence seemed to fill his eyes, "Not after Brendon..."

"Urie?" Dallon asked, causing Ryro to snap into focus. "I-I actually wanted to talk to you about him? If that's alright?.."

The boy nodded, eagerly. "Yes! Ryro knows." He giggled again, this time with an eye twitch. "You don't know what we've been through, but Ryro does."

"What?" Dallon was growing more uneasy by the second. This guy seemed nuts. How was this the same guy who wrote all those love notes in his captions?

Ryro gestured for Dallon to come in. "We don't bite. You want to talk?" Innocence filled his tone and filled his expression. It was almost childlike, in a way.

Against Dallon's better judgment, he heard himself accepting the invitation inside.