Brendon's POV
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That night after we ate, Dallon and I sat in bed for hours talking about our date and stuff that we could do, all of it sounded so fun to me!

He had named so many fun things, and in the end, I couldn't decide so I had just told him to surprise me. I knew either way I would like it, so I wasn't too worried about it at all.

The next morning, I woke up with Dallon's arms wrapped around my waist, my back against his chest. He was still pretty out of it, and I giggled a little as I tried to squirm my way out of his hold. I move slowly so I hopefully wouldn't wake him up. I had heard noises from downstairs, so I presumed someone was up.

I padded over to the closet and I slowly opened it. Dallon had let me use one side for my clothes, and his stuff was on the other.

I grab a simple black shirt, a red skirt that I had honestly grabbed without Dallon knowing, and black knee high socks. I run to the bathroom, and in a rush I change. When I'm done and I walk out of the bathroom, I notice that the skirt flows around my thighs as I walk, and I giggle a bit, twirling around just so I can see it flow.

I focus myself again, and I go running into the hall, my footsteps quiet. I wanted to get Dallon a cup of coffee, since he told me he always needed it in the morning.

When I reach the kitchen I slide in, thanks to my socks, and I look around, seeing Ryan sitting at the table looking through his phone. At least, I think that's what it's called.

He looked up as he heard me, and he smiled a little.

"Hey, Bren, what's up?" He asked, and he sets his phone down so he can focus on me.

"I w-wanted to get Da-Dally a cup o-of co-coffee," I replied, and Ryan nodded and got up, walking over to get a cup. He pours the liquid into the cup, and I watch him curiously, giggling a little as he slides the cup over to me.

"Be careful, okay? It's a little hot," he says, and I nod as I carefully pick the drink up, not noticing Ryan's confused look as he looks at my outfit.

I make sure I pick up the cup carefully enough so that I won't spill anything, and then I slowly begin walking back to Dallon and I's room, careful not to spill even a drop of the coffee that was in the small red cup. I can still feel my skirt flowing around my legs, and I giggle, enjoying the feeling of it.

I started to wonder what Dallon would think of my skirt, since he didn't even know I had gotten it. I think next to my necklace and my hoodie, this was my third favorite thing I got out of the whole trip.

When I get back to our room, I see that Dallon is asleep and he's in the exact same position as he was when I had gotten up. I walk over and I put the red cup down on the nightstand, still being extremely careful with it.

I then climb up on the bed, crawling over to Dallon. I carefully place my hands on his chest, and I start to shake him a little, giggling softly to myself as I hear him groan.

"D-Dally! W-Wake up! I brought y-you co-coffee!" I say as I continue to shake him, and I feel my skirt ride up a little, but I didn't really care.

I see Dallon's eyes slowly open, and I smile and giggle as I look down at him, my hands still resting gently against his chest, but I don't shake him anymore.

"G-Goodmorning, Da-Dally! I br-brought you co-coffee!" I repeat, giggling softly.

Dallon's POV
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I groan, as I heard Brendon's soft giggles, feeling his hands on my chest. I smile at the boy above me. "Goodmorning, darling." I said sleepily, stretching a little.

"I-I brought y-you c-coffee!" He said, pointing to the bedside table. My smile grew, and I sat up.

"You're the best, Bren." I said, reaching over to grab the cup of coffee, my hand touching Brendon's waist. I felt something soft, and...silky? I looked over at him to see what he was wearing. "Woah, babe..."

Brendon looked back at me, his eyes wide. He was wearing a black top, knee high socks, and a skirt. When had he bought that? I stared at him for a minute, my mouth open.

He whimpered a little, moving away from me. "D-do you n-not like i-it?" He pointed to his outfit, not making eye contact with me.

I took a quick sip of my coffee, then grabbed his hand. "You look beautiful." I said, giving him a reassuring smile, gently pulling him close again. He smiled, straddling my hips again. We seemed to do this every morning, and I didn't want to end it any time soon.

"A-are we g-gonna go o-on a d-date to-today?" He asked, putting his hands behind my head so I could sit up and drink my coffee.

"Sure, baby!" I said, smiling at him. I had put my hand on one of his legs, and had slowly begun moving my fingers up to where his skirt was. He either didn't notice or didn't care, so I moved a little faster, slipping my hand under the red fabric.

"D-Dally!" Brendon gasped, giggling as I moved my hand around his upper thigh.

"I love this color on you." I commented, trying to distract him as my fingers moved to the inside of his leg. "It looks amazing with your hair." I noticed that Brendon's breathing had sped up, a dark blush on his cheeks.

"Th-thanks, D-Dally." He said breathlessly. He knew that I was teasing him, and I could see him twitching a little, his hands gripping the sheets. I put my coffee back down, my other hand going to the same place on Brendon's other leg.

I put pressure on his hips, my fingers delicately touching his skin, I shifted both of our weight to the side, moving my hips up harshly, hitting the inside of his legs. Brendon closed his eyes, and moaned out my name, which made my heart beat a million times faster. He dropped down on my chest, slamming his lips on mine in an urgent and hungry kiss.

I smiled, moving my hands to the outside of his skirt, placing them on his waist. I probably would have to get up and get ready in a few minutes, but I had time. I put my arm around Brendon, flipping us over. I tried to take my weight off him for the most part, which gave me an ab workout. He was pulling my hair enough that it kinda hurt, but he hadn't yanked any out of my scalp yet.

I took my lips off of his for a second, putting our foreheads together. "Sh-should we get up?" I said, trying to sound kinda sexy, but I sounded like I was out of breath, because I was.

Brendon nodded, wrapping his arms around my neck so I could lift him up. I leaned down so I could grab a shirt and a pair of jeans, and then ran into a problem. "Baby, you gotta get down."

"N-no, please." Brendon said, holding onto me tighter. I nodded, trying to think of a good compromise.

"Okay, put your legs around my waist." I said, and he obeyed, his legs tight around my body. I took a few steps forwards, pressing him against our wall. He gave me a look and frowned a little, but shrugged it off.

"Babe, can you put this on for me while I put on my jeans?" I asked. Brendon nodded, taking the shirt from my hands. I let go of him, making sure he would stay against the wall. I began putting on my jeans, while Brendon put my shirt on for me.

If Ryan had walked in at this time, he would freak out or make a big deal out of nothing. I had just gotten done zipping up my jeans, when I heard Brendon let out a small cry. I looked up, and I saw that I had backed up from the wall, and he was trying desperately to keep himself upright.

"D-Dally!" He exclaimed, letting go of his loose grip on the wall. He pulled one of his legs off of my hips, and I hooked my arm around the other, my hand on his shoulder.

"Babe, you good? You're not hurt or anything?" I asked.

He shook his head, smiling at me. "Th-that was w-weird." I smiled back, grabbing his hand. We both walked down the hallway, and Brendon let go of my hand to slide on the hardwood floor.

"Twirl for me, baby!" I exclaimed, Brendon giggling in response. He twirled around, his skirt spinning around his waist. He tripped backwards, stumbling as he tried to balance himself.

Ryan glanced over, set down his own coffee, ran forwards, did a baseball slide, and caught Brendon. "You good?"

Brendon nodded, standing back up. "Th-thanks, R-Ry!" Ryan nodded, waving at me.

"Morning, guys, and you look good in that outfit, Bren." Ryan said, sitting back down to look at his phone and finish his coffee.

Brendon blushed. "Th-thanks, Ryan! I-I l-like it a l-lot!" I smiled, pulling him closer, planting a kiss on the side of his head.

"Morning." I heard a low voice behind me say. I turned around to see Tyler with his hood over his head.

"H-Hi, T-Ty!" Brendon exclaimed. "Wh-why do y-you have th-that over y-your head?"

"No reason." He replied, sitting down at the table.

"Where's Josh?" Ryan asked, but that question was answered when Josh walked over to the table with a bandana and sunglasses on. "Okay, what the hell is going on?"

"Wh-why're you w-wearing that?" Brendon asked.

"Why're you wearing that?" Tyler sassed, pointing to Brendon's outfit. "Did Ryan's girlfriend come over or something?"

"Wh-what?" Brendon asked, twisting the fabric of his skirt. Ryan glared at Tyler.

"Ty, don't say that! He's fine!" Ryan said. "Josh is looking like he's gonna clean up fucking toxic waste!" I was surprised that Ryan of all people was sticking up for Brendon, but I'm not complaining.

Tyler glared back at Ryan. "It's none of your business."

"Did something bad happen?" I asked softly. "Are you hurt? You can tell us."

Tyler ripped his hood off, and I saw about twenty hickeys on his neck. "That's why! I didn't want you to point it out! Sure you're okay with showing yours, but I'm not!"

Josh got up, pulling his thick sunglasses off of his face. I saw that his eyes were kinda red, and there was what looked like a bite mark next to one of his eyebrows. "Hey, Ty, it's okay."

Tyler hugged Josh, burying his face in the taller man's neck. Josh pulled the bandana down, and I saw hickeys on his neck too. I had never understood why they never acted like a couple, but I guess it was their way of keeping their relationship special.

"So....do you guys want coffee?" Ryan asked, trying to change the conversation.

Josh and Tyler nodded, sitting back down at the table. I turned to Brendon, smiling at him. "Hey, baby, guess what time it is?"

"I-I don't k-know!" Brendon giggled, holding my hands.

"It's time to go on our date!" I exclaimed. Brendon gasped, then threw his arms around my neck, kissing me.

"Woah! Okay! Wasn't expecting that!" Josh exclaimed, laughing.

We both grinned at each other. "Wh-where are w-we going?" Brendon asked me.

"You'll see, darling, just grab your jacket or hoodie and some shoes, and we'll go." I said.

"P-please tell m-me?" Brendon said, giving me puppy dog eyes. I sighed, not being able to handle it anymore.

"Fine, we're going to a cafe down the street, I think you'll like it a lot." I said. Brendon smiled at me more, running off to get his shoes. I turned to Josh and Tyler, who were still looking at me. I shrugged. "What? He gave me puppy dog eyes! I couldn't just not tell him!"