♡Dallon♡

I hate the dark.

Patrick's basement is dark.

I know that its an irrational fear and Tyler is in the next room but I still hate it.

The dark is always associated with the unknown. I don't like not knowing things.

I stare at the ceiling for about 20 minutes before checking my phone.

It's the weekend now so a few people must be up.

I start to snap Brendon in hopes that he would be awake and talk to me.

To my surprise, he ends up calling me over Snapchat.

"Hey." He says in a low raspy tone.

"Hi." I say back and I hear an adorable giggle from the other end.

"What?" I ask with a confused smile.

"You have a cute tired voice, if that makes sense." He chuckles.

I blush a light red.

"You do too though." I whine.

I was partially lying because his voice right now is drop dead sexy.

"Oh stop it." He says over-dramatically.

"Why are you up?" I ask him.

"Don't know. Why are you up?" He asks back.

"I don't like the dark which is stupid because I need it to be dark to sleep but I still don't like it." I ramble on.

"I don't think it's stupid. I think it's cute." He says.

"Being a little bitch isn't cute." I mutter as I roll my eyes.

"Oh shush Dallon. You're cute." He says and I begin to blush again.

"Dallon! I can't sleep! Come play call of duty with me!" I hear Tyler semi-shout through the walls.

We can yell in the basement because you can't hear it from upstairs.

I sigh and get up.

Brendon is nearly silent but I can still hear soft snores coming from my phone.

I smile to myself and end the call as I open the door.

The hallway is dark so I sidestep to Tyler's room with my back to the wall.

When there, I let myself in to see Tyler sitting on his bed waiting for me to get there.

"Hey." He mumbles as he passes me an Xbox controller.

I sit next to him and we both stare up at his small TV that is resting on his dresser.

We both end up staying awake until 4 am.

Tyler and I don't have normal sleeping patterns.

We are both anxiety filled insomniacs that enjoy playing video games and eating unhealthy foods until the early hours of the morning.

We probably shouldn't be living in the same house because I can tell that we're never going to sleep at all because we are able to keep each other entertained.

I rub my tired eyes and walk to my own room before going back to sleep only to be rudely awoken ten minutes later.

"Wake up loser." I hear a voice say that I haven't heard in a few years.

"Gee!" I yell as I hug him.

"Hey Dal!" He says as he hugs me back.

"What are you doing here?" I ask as I sit up.

"My mom decided to bring me and Mikey back to this shitty little town to finish high school." He laughs.

"Where is the little guy?" I ask.

"Dude, I'm only a year younger than you!" Mikey says happily as he hugs me.

"What do you guys wanna do today?" I ask and Gerard begins to think.

"We could party?"

***

Gerard really wanted to go to a party.

We really had no choice because we love him so much but still, I hate parties.

Everything about them annoys me.

The loud music, the large amounts of grossly sweaty bodies.

It wasn't very appealing.

I end up grabbing a glass of juice and talking to Marina.

She doesn't go to our school so we're not as close but she and her friends don't hate me.

They are actually friends with me.

Looking at it now, I'm starting to make a lot of friends and I like that.

I love the idea of being able to have someone to support you no matter what. Its comforting.

After Marina leaves to go see Ashley I spot the large forehead that I was hoping I'd see at this party.

"Dallon!" Brendon yells as he stumbles over to me.

Shit. He's drunk.

"Hey Brendon." I smile lightly and wave at him.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he hugs me tightly.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask back as I pull away from the hug.

"Well you were just kicked out." He says with sad eyes as he takes a sip from his drink.

"It was going to happen no matter what and I practically lived at Patrick's even before it happened." I chuckle and he smiles at me.

"Come with me." He smiles and I roll my eyes as he leads me outside.

"It's cold Brendon!" I complain but he only giggles.

When he stops, he sits on the damp grass and pats the spot beside him.

I sit with him and he leans on my shoulder.

This party is at Sarah Orzechowski's camp so we are currently staring at the beautiful lake.

"I always come here. I've known Sarah for so long and I've always thought the lake was so pretty but she couldn't care less." He laughs.

"How could she not find this beautiful!?" I ask, surprised.

"That's what I say!" He says with the same tone as me.

It really was beautiful. The moon reflected off the lake perfectly and the stars were so amazingly beautiful that night that I could stare at them for hours.

"Hey moon, please forget to fall down." Brendon drunkly says into the sky.

I smile lightly as he rests his head back on my shoulder.

I smile at how amazing this is.

Beautiful scenery and an even more beautiful boy beside me.

"I li-" Brendon tries to say but is cut off by Mikey.

"We should probably head home Dallon! Patrick is already throwing up!" He yells from the house but then sees the disappointed look in Brendon's eyes and shuts the door.

"What were you going to say?" I ask and Brendon scratches the back of his neck.

"You should probably drive them home." He mumbles.

"Sorry Brendon." I say as I hug him tightly.

"It's fine. You didn't have control over the situation." He says, seeming a lot more sober than he was when we first got out here.

I go into the house to find Patrick leaned over the toilet with Pete patting his back.

Gee and Mikey were waiting for me outside the bathroom.

I helped Patrick into the car and went back in to find Tyler making out with Josh.

I almost felt bad for interrupting but then I remembered that I didn't even get my chance to kiss Brendon so I took a grumpy Tyler home.

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A/N

Its Gerard's birthday rn. He's 40. It won't be his birthday when I publish this story but he's 40.

Wtf

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