Part Four

     Monday morning seemed to draw longer than usual and Brendon hated it. Josh called in sick, but he had a few guesses that he was preoccupied with other matters.

Before the small hand of the clock fully hit the twelve mark for lunch, Brendon was called into the executive managers office. Thousands of thoughts raced through his head as he wondered what was happening. At some point he somehow convinced himself that he was getting fired.

Brendon sat in the empty office watching his lunch hour tik by. What was going on? So far the day has been crap and now it's turned into shit. He heard the door open behind him, he turned around to see his new "friend" smiling at him.

"Did you get my flowers?" Dallon asked him. He took off his jacket and put on the back of his chair. "I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked so I just got an assortment—"

"Dallon, stop," Brendon raised his hand to prevent him from talking anymore, "You're a sweet guy and I appreciate the coffee and the flowers but I'm not looking for a relationship."

"No, you see I'm just trying to be your friend," Dallon explained. "Don't shut me down for having an interest you."

Brendon nodded understandingly, "Well I'm just a little creeped out that you know my address and you're technically my boss."

"Don't forget, I'm also your friend."

Brendon rolled his eyes, "You're impossible."

***

It was six thirty and Brendon started packing up his things. He walked past Dallons office and noticed the door cracked a bit. He peeked through to see Dallon still typing into his computer and writing whatever he does.

Brendon didn't want to admit it but Dallon was attractive when he wasn't flirting with him— actually no, he was attractive even when he was flirting with him. Watching Dallon stay quiet for a while was like watching a screensaver switch pictures of cute animals, you could just never seem to disrupt the beauty.

"Well excuse me, but it's rude to stare." Dallon suddenly said, looking up from his papers.

Brendon gulped, "I walked by and saw you."

"So you just stay by my door and watch me for seven minutes? If you want to do that just take a seat." He gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Brendon sat down but he had no intention of staying. "Your job looks boring," he muttered.

Dallon smirked, "Wanna help me finish it quicker?" Brendon looked hesitant. "Can you pick up copies from the copy room? They should be in the tray. About five pieces of paper," he said.

"Really?" Brendon asked, "I'm not your copy boy."

"Yes but you're here." Dallon pointed out.

"If this was any normal day, I would be home by now."

"And this isn't a normal day?"

"Well I'm not normally in your office or stay this long," Brendon explained.

Dallon pushes aside his papers and got up from his desk. "I'll go get the papers and then leave," Dallon stopped at the door, "It's about a quarter to seven, care to grab dinner with me?"

Brendon looked at his watch. It's not like he had anything better to do. "Sure, but I'm paying."

Dallon looked surprised, "Really? I'm the one who invited you."

"And I'm the one who's paying," Brendon responded, "that's what friends do."

***

"Why pizza?" Dallon asked. Brendon noticed an expression of disgust on his famous and he immediately felt insulted.

"Pizza is amazing," he quickly defended, "tell me one reason why you don't like pizza so I can fight you."

"Woah, calm down." Dallon held his hands up in defense. "I've just never really liked pizza. It's always looked gross and I don't trust pizza delivery guys."

Brendon rolled his eyes, "Fine, then what do you want to eat?"

"We can always just go to my place," Dallon said, "I can make you dinner there and then we can—"

Brendon quickly shot him down, "No, I'm paying for dinner. We're going to my place and I'm going to make some good fucking spaghetti. Afterwards we can just sit there fat and happy."

"You want to invite me to your place?" Dallon smirked. "And spaghetti?"

Brendon sighed, "The only other kind of pasta I have is macaroni and cheese. But you give off the 'I know I'm sexy and successful' vibe, so I just assumed you wouldn't want simple food after you shut down pizza."

"You think I'm sexy?"

"Dallon." Brendon shot him a warning glare.

"Mac and cheese is fine," Dallon recovered.