♡Pete♡

Fuck I'm worried about that kid.

I know that I hated him before but it was only because I thought he was going to take my boyfriend.

Dallon just needed someone to tell him that it will be okay and that's what Patrick was doing.

I feel like absolute shit.

Patrick told me that he accepted his apology but is still really distant.

Class couldn't go any slower.

I have to get to Dallon's locker before he gets there because he literally only takes thirty seconds to put his things away.

I wonder how he keeps his locker so organized.

My knee bounces as I look up to the clock.

Dallon was never rude to me. Even when I treated him like shit, which was always, he would never complain. He would try to act normal and make jokes even though I could see how much he was affected.

The bell finally rings and I run as fast as I can towards Dallon's locker.

He is closing his locker by the time I get there.

"Hey Pete, what's up?" He asks plainly.

"I'm sorry." I say through my panting.

Don't judge me okay? I just ran across the whole school in under thirty seconds and managed to avoid teachers.

"For what?" He asks.

He definitely knows what I'm sorry for. He just wants to hear it.

"I'm sorry for being a dick to you since I got with Patty." I say sincerely.

"It ok Pete. I understand why you were mad." He shrugs.

I hug him.

It is probably one of the most awkward hugs I have ever had due to our height difference, but at least he doesn't hate me because he hugged back.

"Patty's waiting at the car for us." I say and he smiles.

"Ok."

We walk out of the school together having a conversation about what we would name our bands if we had one.

"Well it looks like you two are better now." Patrick says with a grin.

We both nod as Dallon and I get into the car.

Dallon sitting in the back of Pete's car is funny to me.

He is so cramped that his knees are nearly touching his chest.

We blast music through the car radio as we drive to Patrick's house.

An hour after we get there, Dallon gets a call.

He puts it on speaker phone because Patrick makes him.

Patrick always makes sure Dallon's dad isn't drunk when he goes home.

"Hey dad." He says quietly.

"Some kid is here for you." His dad says as Dallon's facial expressions show surprise.

"Ok, what is his name?" Dallon asks

"Brandon I think." His dad says.

Patrick told me that Dallon's dad is actually quite nice when he's sober and very apologetic. Patrick still hates him for he has put Dallon through.

Dallon thinks for a few moments before finally answering.

"Ok, I'm on my way." He says before exchanging goodbyes and hanging up.

"What are you doing?!" Patrick says loudly and Dallon laughs it off.

"Brendon won't leave me alone. I know that he isn't leaving until I come home so I might as well not keep him waiting." Dallon says as he finishes his glass of juice."You guys weren't in most of my classes so you couldn't see him trying to strike up a conversation or apologize all day."

Patrick and I shrug as we head to his car again.

We drop off Dallon at his house and we can see Brendon waiting for him on the front porch.

Dallon looks excited to see him and Patrick looks like an angry father.

We say bye to Dallon who has a bounce in his walk and Patrick is muttering curse words under his breath.

God help Brendon Urie if he ever hurts Dallon.

♡Dallon♡

I smile lightly as I see Brendon waiting on the front porch.

Then I remember I'm supposed to be salty so I hide it quickly.

Brendon's grin falters for only a small moment.

"Hey Dallon!" He says happily.

I tried to put on a bored tone as I say a simple "Hi."

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over? I know that I might sound weird and creepy because we've only been talking- well I've only been talking to you for like three days but I want to be friends." He rambles.

"I'll come over." I say. He grins as a sigh of relief leaves his lips.

"Ok come with me." He says as we get into his car and drive to a really nice house.

We get inside and it smells really good. I think his mom is making dinner.

"Hey mom! I'm home!" Brendon shouts as we take our shoes off.

A woman comes out of what I assume to be the kitchen and smiles at me.

"You must be Dallon! I'm Brendon's mom. You can call me Grace." She says sweetly as she gives me a hug.

I smile and thank her for having me over as Brendon pulls me up to his room.

It is massive. The walls are filled with band posters and he has a big comfy looking bed with a desk at the foot of it.

In one corner of his room he has a full sized key board and the only parts of his wall that weren't riddled with posters had a few different guitars hung.

"Make yourself at home, dinner should be ready soon." Brendon says as he jumps onto his bed.

"Your room is so cool!" I say excitedly as I sit down at his desk chair.

"Eh, its ok." He says as he takes out his laptop.

"What are you talking about?!? I can fit my whole house in your room!" I laugh and so does he.

"Sure Dal." He smiles. I blush at the nickname.

"Do you play any instruments?" He asks.

"I play a few." I shrug, trying to contain the happiness that I get just from being around Brendon.

"What are you the best at?" He asks.

"Bass." I answer as he hands me a bass guitar off his wall and plugs it into his amp.

This is so much nicer than the one at home.

Brendon and I ended up playing different songs while he switched from instrument to instrument, I kept playing his bass.

I found out that Brendon's voice was hand crafted by God himself as soon as he started singing.

I was playing 'Come Together' by the Beatles when he started to play along with me.

He started humming before full on singing.

I want to hear his voice all the time now.

We played a few different songs before his mom called up to us.

"Dinner is ready!" She yells as Brendon and I stop playing and walk down the stairs.

The food smells amazing and tastes even better.

After talking to Brendon's mom for ten minutes I can tell where Brendon gets his humor from.

After we finished eating Brendon and I help clean up before going back up to his room.

We played more songs until my mom called me to let me know I had to get home.

Brendon drove me home and my mom looked happy to see me.

She's never home.

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A/N

Lol Patrick is a protective teddy bear.

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