Brendon's POV
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I watch as Dallon gets up and goes out the back door, Tyler quickly getting up and following him. I whimper and curl up where I'm sitting. I did something wrong, didn't I?

I never really thought that our age mattered, I loved Dallon and I knew he loved me, so why should it matter?

I feel my heart beat quickly in my chest, and my breathing starts to become a bit labored as I feel myself slowly starting to freak out more and more. Dallon wouldn't leave me, right? He still loved me, right?

I whimper again, and I wrap my arms tightly around my knees as I pull them to my chest.

I feel someone's hand on my shoulder, and when I look up I see that it's Josh. He rubs my shoulder gently and I rub my eyes a little, feeling like I was on the verge of crying so I was really trying to get that feeling to go away.

"Hey," Josh says softly. "Are you okay?"

I shake my head, and all I hear is a soft, "oh, Bren" from him as he pulls me to his chest for a hug, something I could definitely use at the moment. I break down a bit more as I lay my head on his shoulder, and I cry into it quietly as he slowly rubs my back.

"D-Dally's go-gonna l-leave m-me is-isn't h-he?" I cry out, and I grip Josh's shirt tightly. He hugs me tightly still, and I feel him start to sway with me a bit. It definitely relaxes me a tiny bit, but not as much as I would like it to.

I feel someone sit on the couch beside us, and I have to presume that it's Ryan since he was the only other one in the room at the time. I also didn't hear the back door open, so I knew it couldn't be Tyler, or even Dallon.

"Bren, I'm almost positive he won't leave you for some reason like that. Dallon loves you, okay? Trust me," I hear Ryan say, but it's a bit hard to believe him since I just watched Dallon walk out the door because of this. He wasn't already gone, was he? Had he left me and Tyler just didn't wanna come in and tell us?

"Yeah, Bee, Ryan's right. I'm sure he would never do that to you, Tyler's talking to him and I'm positive he'll talk him out of it even if he's even thinking about it. If he does leave you, then he's just an asshole," Josh adds on, and I giggle a little at the last part.

I sniffle softly and rub my eyes as I curl up in Josh's hold more, still not wanting to really face anyone or anything since I was still worked up about the whole situation. I don't think I would be able to bear it if Dallon ended up leaving me like that.

Josh just continues to hug me and sway with me, as Ryan's hand takes the place of Josh's hand on my back. I continue to sniffle, and almost silently cry into Josh's shoulder, my fear of losing Dallon growing with every second that I didn't hear the back door open or see Dallon walk in with his arms open, just waiting for me to run into them.

My fears and worries are cut short when I hear the back door open. When I look up, I see Dallon run in pretty quickly, Tyler right behind him. When he gets closer, I realize that he has sand on his feet, and that he's trailing it into the house, but it seems like he could care less.

I hid my face in Josh's shoulder, trying to mask the fact that I was worked up and had been crying. I still wasn't really that calm. The only person who could calm me down all the way was Dallon, but he probably hated me at the moment.

I move my hand down, and I start to play with the edge of my skirt, just mindlessly fumbling with the material as I heard Dallon and Tyler get closer.

"Bren! Baby, can I please talk to you? Or even just see your face?" Dallon says, his tone sounding like a begging one.

I just whimper again, and keep my face on Josh's shoulder, not wanting to face him and have him tell me that he doesn't love me anymore. Sure he called me baby, but he was probably just finding an easier way to lay it down on me. I still silently cry, but it feels as though tears roll down my cheeks more rapidly.

I close my eyes and try to shut out the world, but I fail. I prayed he wouldn't leave me, he made me happy and I loved him, surely everything I've ever thought about him was true.

Dallon's POV
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I placed my hand on Brendon's back gently. "Baby, please look at me." I said softly, feeling annoyed at myself for storming out. Why couldn't I have just stayed inside?

Brendon whimpered, moving closer into Josh's hold. Josh sighed a little, rubbing my boyfriend's back. "Hey, Dallon's here, he didn't leave you. All he wants to do is talk."

Brendon lifted his head a little, sniffing. "O-okay, Josh...thanks, th-thanks, R-Ry." Ryan nodded, as Josh gave him a tight squeeze, letting go.

I reached out my hand to put it on Brendon's leg, but he moved away, shaking his head, not making eye contact with me. "Guys, we'll be in our room." I said, nodding at Brendon. He stood up, his arms wrapped around himself still.

"Okay." Ryan said, the other two nodding.

I closed the door on us, and I looked at Brendon. He hadn't even sat on our bed, he just stood in the middle of the room, looking at the floor. "Baby, I'm-"

"Y-you were g-gonna leave m-me, right?" Brendon asked me suddenly. "Th-that's why y-you ran out."

"What...no, baby, I...I messed up." I tried to say. "I didn't know you were this young, that's all."

"S-so you d-don't like me a-anymore?" He asked. "J-just cause I-I'm sevent-teen?"

I sighed, beginning to pace a little. "No, Bren, I still love you...I just thought you were my age, I wouldn't have had sex with you if I had known that you weren't eighteen."

Brendon whimpered again, his whole body shaking. "S-so you d-do regret it? You w-wouldn't have d-done all th-that with m-me?"

"Brendon, that's not what I meant..."

"D-does it e-even matter th-that you're o-older? D-did you w-want someone y-you're age? I-"

"CAN I GET A FUCKING WORD IN!?" I yelled, not thinking about what I was doing. "I'm trying to explain it to you but you're asking too many damn questions!"

Tears began flowing down Brendon's cheeks, but I was honestly too mad to care. "Would you stop freaking out over nothing!? I left the house for a few fucking seconds and you think that I left you?"

Brendon nodded, his hand over his mouth, his small sobs still audible. He was still shaking but kept looking at me anyway. He was holding onto the bed post with his other hand for support, and it looked like he was going to fall at any second.

"Why do you always freak out over nothing." I said, my temper getting to the best of me. "This is stupid! This whole situation is stupid! I hate it! I fucking hate it, don't you!?"

"D-Dallon, y-you're sc-scaring me." Brendon whimpered, inching further away into a corner of the room.

"See! You're freaking out over nothing again! What are you fucking scared of!?" I shouted, throwing my hands up in exasperation. As I did the motion Brendon flinched and let out a small cry.

"P-please don't h-hurt me." He sobbed, collapsing onto the floor, his arms over his head, his legs tucked into his chest.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, calm the fuck down." I sighed. "Why're you so scared of me leaving you? I love you."

"C-cause you s-seemed upset a-about our a-age gap...and y-you m-might not l-like me anymore c-cause I f-freak out t-too much." Brendon said, his breathing hitching since he was still crying. "J-just don't h-hurt me, D-Dally...p-please?"

I shook my head, moving to the other side of the room. I sat down on our bed, putting my head in my hands. "I can't deal with you right now." I sighed. I really couldn't, I was mad that I had freaked out and ran out of the house, I was upset that Brendon thought I was gonna leave him, and now he thought I was gonna hurt him. Great, this was just great.

I slammed my hand on the bedside table, which made Brendon scream and move away, his back pressed against the wall. I looked up to see his chest heaving, his face tearstained, and a terrified look in his eyes.

He was scared. He was scared of me.

"Baby, c'mere." I said gently, holding out my hand. He shook his head, trying to get further from me. I sighed, standing up. "Brendon, we need to talk."

Brendon flinched again as I got closer, pushing me away. "N-no, y-you're g-gonna hurt m-me." He choked out.

"Darling, no." I said, reaching out to hold his hand. He let out a sob, stomping hard on my foot. I yelled, moving away. I saw him run out of the corner of my eye and I heard the door open and slam shut again.

I heard Josh, at least I think it was Josh shout something, and I thought I heard the backdoor open. I fell on the floor, fully breaking down. He'd left, I had scared him and he left me. I'd definitely deserved it, but the love of my life was gone, and it had only taken five minutes and my stupidity.