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The next morning, both Brendon and Dallon woke up early, eager to get out of the hotel and continue driving again. The long car rides helped them relax for awhile, though Brendon got impatient with it quickly.

As they drove it was silent. An almost comforting silence, but it was on the edge of being uncomfortable. They hadn't talked all morning.

Dallon seemed to be off, to say the least, and Brendon couldn't figure out why.

He didn't dare question it though, knowing Dallon could be set off easily. He just kept it quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself. Though he knew Dallon wouldn't talk to him unless he asked, he wasn't in the mood to set him off and then have to sit it the car with him.

It was still quite early, the sun had just starting showing through the snow like clouds that drifted so peacefully through the pale yellow-pink sky of the early morning. The clouds soothed Brendon.

They just seemed so innocent almost, contrasting with the people currently sitting in the car below them who were in fact, not as innocent.

"What are you thinking about, doll?"

Dallon's voice rings through his ears and he almost jumps the minute he hears it. It was so sudden, and it broke the silence that was hanging in the air for so long, yet Brendon only hums.

Dallon glances to him, expecting more of an answer from his raven haired lover. He didn't try to get ticked off, but it was kind of hard seeing as his mood was already spiraling down-hill as he drove.

"Answer me," the older almost growls, his words and voice bouncing around Brendon's skull as he processed it. "I expect an answer, Urie."

Brendon stays silent, knowing exactly what he was doing to Dallon but he was too caught up in his own thoughts to care at all. He was close to zoning out, Dallon taking notice to this.

"Baby.." He speaks again, Brendon's head finally snapping towards him.

He could see the concern in Dallon's eyes, though it almost didn't look real to him. It mocked sympathy, something Brendon knew all too well of.

Brendon feigns confusion, his act convincing.

"You're really just going to act like this today?" Dallon questions, Brendon replying with a simple, "Just tired."

"You know if something's wrong you can tell me." The older goes onto say, and Brendon nods.

"Oh, I know, you're just not the sympathetic type." Brendon hums out. "I can be whatever when it comes to you, lovely," He replies.

"Now tell me, what's troubling that pretty little head of yours?"

Dallon sometimes confused Brendon. He could be terrifying at times, and his mind was messed up as well. The urge to cause violence was running through his veins, that drive to see someone's blood on his hands prodding at him constantly. He was psychotic, though Brendon wasn't much different.

The reason Dallon confused him was because he could go from having the drive to kill someone, and then instantly turn to the most caring person ever when it came their relationship. Dallon was so protective over him, and he loved it.

Brendon would be lying if he said he wasn't scared of Dallon at some points though. If Dallon ever got mad enough would he actually hurt him? Has he ever considered hurting him?

These questions always danced through his head, though he didn't let them tug at him too much.

"Baby boy, we'll be there soon," Dallon speaks, his tone soothing.

"Where are we exactly though?" Brendon in return asks, as he had somehow fell asleep when they first got in the car, so now he had no idea where they were.

"We're almost to San Francisco, from there I plan to go to Sacramento." Dallon replies. "Might loop back around to Sin City, if you want," he then adds, smirking a bit.

Brendon just nods, though he sighs a little. He didn't exactly want to loop back around to "Sin city" but he wasn't about to tell Dallon that.

"Sure.." he simply, and rather dryly says, knowing Dallon would like a verbal answer out of him.

He then reaches into the console, pulling out cigarettes and a lighter, the smoke being the only thing that could really distract him in long car rides. He carefully lights it, and he watches as it sparks to life the little red, yellow colors catching his interest.

Dallon watches as he takes a drag of it, and he only hums lowly as he focuses on the road again.

"At least roll down the window, I don't want the car to be all smoked up," Dallon says, and he looks over to him again. Brendon just rolls down the window, enough for the smoke to be able to glide out before he sits back in his seat again like he was before.

"Why does the smoke even interest you so much? It's not like it really does anything, and it's not a bright color or anything," Dallon says after a few moments of silence, and Brendon looks at him.

"It's still pretty," he simply states. "In it's own way at least.. but could you imagine colored smoke? Like you whip out a cigarette and the smokes fucking rainbow. That would be awesome!"

Dallon just gives him a look, and he shakes his head.

"No, that would be too weird for me. The fact that you find something so dull pretty is weird to me, so I don't think I could handle rainbow smoke," he replies, as he glances at Brendon.

"Well you're something that's dull and I find you pretty," Brendon says, smirking, and he takes another drag out of his cigarette.

"Oh, save it, Urie," Dallon spits back, rolling his eyes a bit as Brendon bursts into giggles.

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Later that day, around noon or so, they finally stop driving, much to Brendon's liking.

Dallon had found a hotel that was pretty close to town so they could walk wherever they wanted. Brendon just wanted to go walk around town because, hey, he could be a "normal" person sometimes. Plus, he could try and get Dallon to admit what was wrong, and what was up with his mood.

Dallon parks their car and stretches, humming softly to himself as he looks over at Brendon who's managed to already unbuckle himself.

"So, what do you wanna do?" Dallon asks, and he reaches over and pats Brendon's thigh gently, but then he squeezes it, and it's a little harder than he had initially intended to.

Brendon, who is now sprawled out in his seat, looks over to him and giggles.

"I'd like to go get something to eat, if that's alright with you," Brendon replies, and he sits up in his seat, in a more normal position now.

"That's fine with me," Dallon says, and he pulls his hand away from Brendon's thigh so he can get out, Brendon soon following him. They were dressed fine enough to go out, so they started walking to search for somewhere to eat.

"Why are you carrying that? We can't do anything while we're in town, so why even have it?" Brendon asks, and he gestures to Dallon's gun that is perfectly hidden.

"The same reason you're carrying your knife in your pocket, darling," he replies, and he wraps his arm around Brendon's waist as they walk down the sidewalk.

There were very few people, and everyone was ignoring them for the most part so they just went on their way.

They end up finding a small diner after walking around for awhile, and they walk in, Dallon holding the door open for Brendon. As they walk in and Dallon keeps Brendon close to him.

"Table for two, please," Brendon tells the lady, and she nods, grabbing two menus as she leads them to a little booth that was closer to the back of the restaurant.

They sit down, and Brendon notices that Dallon's tense, so when the lady leaves, he reaches over and grabs his hand, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles gently to get his attention.

"What's wrong, Dall? You're really tense."

Dallon just huffs a little, and he looks around for a second before looking back at Brendon, his expression softening a tiny bit.

"There was a guy that we walked by and he was staring at your ass.." he murmurs as a reply, and Brendon just giggles a little.

"Aw, Dally you know I'm yours," Brendon says, and he points to his shoulder, talking about Dallon's mark that was carved into his skin.

"Oh, believe me I know, but I still don't want him looking at your ass.." Dallon almost growls out, his teeth clenched.

After awhile, they order and their food comes, both of them getting something fairly simple so they could eat quickly.

Brendon catches Dallon looking at something, but he shakes it off and he takes a sip of his drink, and he stirs it a little, humming as he watches the pieces of ice floating around.

Dallon suddenly begins to stand, and Brendon looks up at him, cocking his head in confusion.

"I'm gonna go to the restroom, I'll be back in a second," Dallon says, and Brendon notices him look around again, but he nods gently.

Dallon walks off in what Brendon presumes is the direction of the restroom, and Brendon just sits back, sighing softly to himself. He didn't really like being away from Dallon for long, even if it was just a few minutes.

He sees their waiter come back and he sits up, smiling to her as she refills his drink, and she smiles back.

She was about to say something, but the sound of a loud gunshot is heard, the sound bouncing around and echoing off the walls of the diner, and as of in slow motion, everything goes still, everyone in the diner falling silent.

As the initial shock wears off, the panic from everyone in the room sets in, and when Brendon looks up to his waiter, she looks terrified.

Only when people get up and start to rush out of the building, not wanting to be the next victim of the shooter, is when Brendon notices that the sound came from the bathroom. His eyes widen a little and he watches as his waiter scurries off, her tray and pitcher left on Brendon's table.

"Shit.." he mutters, and he quickly gets up, not bothering to pay or anything, but it's not like anybody really even cared at the moment anyways.

He tries to make his way close to the bathroom, but there's too many people now. He slightly panics, seeing as Dallon was in the bathroom where the gunshot was, and now he doesn't even know if he's okay.

As he starts speed walking to the front, he hears a low whistle and he looks in the direction the noise came from, seeing Dallon standing there with a smirk on his face, and he gestures for Brendon to follow him.

Brendon's jaw drops a little, but he immediately jogs over to where Dallon is standing, now outside of the building and out of people's view.

Brendon immediately latches onto him, his face buried in Dallon's chest as he hugs him, and Dallon hugs back, wrapping his arms around him.

"You asshole! You fucking scared me!" Brendon almost yells as he pulls away, and he hits Dallon in the chest, immediately backing down as he sees the look that Dallon gives him.

"Well I'm here now, and that's all you have to worry about, now c'mon. Let's go before someone tries to question us," Dallon says, and he starts to pull Brendon along the side walk, his pace quick.

"So, was it you?" Brendon questions, and he looks up at Dallon, cocking his head. "Was what me?" Dallon replies, and he smirks a bit as he looks down at Brendon.

"Oh, you know what I mean! The gunshot, was it you?"

Dallon chuckles and he wraps his arm around Brendon's waist, humming as he hears the sound of police sirens in the distance and as they continue to walk, the blue and red flashing lights come into view as the car speeds past them on the road.

"Yeah, it was. I caught that guy that was looking at your ass walk in there, so I just took matters into my own hands. I don't want anyone looking at what's mine," he says, and he suddenly pulls something out of his back pocket, and when Brendon looks closer he can see that it's a wallet.

He takes it from Dallon as he offers it to him, and he opens it, digging through it a bit and finding a good amount of money.

"How did you get out then? I didn't see you walk out the normal way, and people would've seen you," Brendon says as he continues to peer through the wallet as they walk.

"I went out the back way. Down the hall where the bathrooms are, there's a back exit. So I did what I intended to do, before going out the back way and walking around where I came back and found you, darling.." Dallon replies and he shrugs gently.

"It was fairly easy if you ask me, and fun as well."

Brendon rolls his eyes slightly and giggles as he shoves the wallet into his hoodie pocket, and he leans into Dallon a little, the hotel now coming into sight.

"I would've helped you, I was bored as hell waiting for you at the table.." he murmurs, and Dallon smiles slightly as he hears him.

"I know you would've helped me, but I didn't want to draw too much attention to ourselves, and besides, it was quicker with just me," he says, and he laughs a the look Brendon gives him.

"So, what? Are you saying I'm slow now? Is that what you're trying to get at?" Brendon asks and he pouts, Dallon rolling his eyes fondly as he looks at him.

"I'm not saying you're slow, it's just that you tend to have tricks and then it takes longer for you to go through with them," Dallon says, smirking.

"Yeah, yeah, you're just saying I'm slow. I get it, you think I'm slow," Brendon mutters, and he tries to seem upset, but he's trying not to smile.

"Fine then, you're slow. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Dallon questions, laughing as well, and he kisses Brendon's cheek.

"Oh, just shut it, Weekes," Brendon says, and he giggles, humming to himself as they reach he hotel and walk inside, now hand in hand.

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(I hope you enjoyed! Ily all ❤︎
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