A/N: this story is mostly Dallon's POV

3 years ago:

"Dad?" I ask while knocking on his bedroom door. I hear him stand up from his desk and slowly make his way to the door. "What do you want?" He asks, "I was in the middle of a project for work." "I'm sorry for interrupting you but-" I pause. Brendon walks up to the door. I continue, "Brendon got kicked out of his house and I was wondering if he could stay with us?" "For how long?" My dad asks. "Until I find my own place," Brendon speaks up. "He can stay for now, but he better be trying to find his own place soon," My dad says. "Thank you sir!" Brendon says cheerfully.

3 months ago:

I tap Brendon's shoulder. He jumps a little, not knowing I was behind him. "Why do you always do that to me?" He asks turning around on the couch to look up at me. "It's not my fault you scare so easily," I say, "but that's not why I'm here." "Okay why are you here?" Brendon asks. "Well I know you've been struggling to find your own place, and you know I've been thinking about moving out, so I figured we could combine our money and move into this place together?" I ask showing him a place I found online. "Dal that place looks amazing but I couldn't even pay half that rent," Brendon argues. "That's why we combine our money my money is your money, your money is my money. We just have to combine our bank accounts," I tell him. "Are you sure you want to do that? I mean what if we break up? I could steal all your money and run away," Brendon says. "Okay let's start with this question then. Do you plan on breaking up with me, stealing all of OUR money, and running away?" I ask him. "No," He replies. "Then I don't see the issue," I say. Brendon has a huge grin on his face. "What?" I ask. "Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?" Brendon asks not waiting for my answer, "Cause you are!"

Present day:

I wake up to the sound of someone playing guitar. I listen closely. It sounds familiar, like I've heard it before, maybe in a dream. I sit up and see Brendon sitting at the other end of the room where the computer desk used to be, playing a song on the guitar, "What song is that?" Brendon immediately stops playing and says, "Nothing." "Are you sure. I think I've heard you play it befo-" "We're moving today!" Brendon says interrupting me. "I know!" I say excitedly and then I realize, "Nice change of subject." Brendon smiles at me before heading over to the guitar case he grabbed the guitar from and putting it away. I walk through the empty room over to Brendon. "It's okay don't tell me. It's not like I haven't kept any secrets from you," I tease him. "What secrets have you kept from me?" Brendon asks. "I can't tell you. It's a secret," I laugh.

Me and Brendon head upstairs for the last time. He sets the guitar down by our pile of boxes and furniture we have sitting in the entrance room. Then we walk into the kitchen. "So what do you want for your last meal?" I ask. "Waffles with chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and sprinkles," Brendon says. "Would you like regular, circle waffles or waffles in the shape of a heart?" I ask him. "Heart," he says. I start making the waffles while Brendon starts singing dangerous woman by Ariana grande. After finishing the song he says, "I would go straight for Ariana Grande." "Should I be worried?" I ask even though I know he's just joking around. "Very," he laughs. "Uh huh okay," I say all seriously. "I'm kidding!" Brendon says as he gets up and hugs me from behind, "I'd never replace you."

I take his waffle off of the waffle iron and turn around to hand it to him. He carries it over to the island in the kitchen and waits for me to Finish making my waffle. Then I go over to the island and finish preparing Brendon's waffle. I pour on the chocolate syrup, take a scoop of whipped cream and plopped it on the waffle, and lastly pour on the sprinkles. Brendon squeals happily. I put regular syrup on my waffle and start eating. Brendon eats a little over half his waffle before saying he's full. I'm not surprised, it's so sweet. I finish my waffle shortly after him and then we wash our plates.

As we're cleaning up my dad comes into the kitchen. "Dallon, Brendon," he says greeting us, "you guys heading out to pick up the moving truck?" "Yup. We were just about to leave. Did you wanna come with and see the place?" I ask him. "You know I can't. I have work," he says. Right. He always has work. The only way I can get him to notice me is by drinking bleach. Stop that! He cares about me. He just has a lot of work. Quit making up excuses for him. You're his son. You come before work. No I don't, bills have to be payed before having fun. He'll make time to come see my place eventually. Sure, keep telling yourself that. "Hey Dal you alright?" Brendon asks. "Yeah. Let's go before we're late," I say.

Me and Brendon head out to the car. I climb into the drivers seat, he climbs into the passenger seat. We drive off to get the Uhaul truck. It's only about a ten minute drive away so we're a little early when we arrive. Brendon gets out of the vehicle and says he has to go to the bathroom while I go get the truck we reserved. Brendon runs into the building. I follow shortly behind him. I stop at the front desk and ask about our truck reservation. The man at the front desk asks for my drivers license and credit/debit card. I hand him my license and debit card. Brendon rejoins me at the desk as the man hands me back my cards and hands me papers for the truck. "The keys are in the truck. Make sure when you return the truck that the gas tank is full and have a safe ride," says the man behind the desk. "Thanks," me and Brendon say at the same time.

We go outside and find our truck. We reserved a large size truck since I had a lot of stuff in my room. Me and Brendon climb up into the truck "That bathroom was disgusting," Brendon randomly blurts out. "How so?" I ask as I start driving back to the house. "Well listen to this," Brendon says as he scrolls through his pictures on his phone, "She ripped and Roared. Shit on the floor. Wiped her ass on the knob of the door... That's literally what someone carved into the toilet paper holder, see!" Brendon shows me the picture he took on his phone. "I can't read that. I'm trying to drive, y'know?" I say not really asking. "Well you believe me right?" He asks. "Yes I believe you," I laugh. "I'm still showing it to you when we get to a stoplight," Brendon grins. "I love you," I smile. Brendon holds my hand and kisses my cheek.

We finally arrive back at the house. Brendon tells me to stay in my seat. He gets out and runs over to my side of the truck and opens the door. "Welcome back sir!" Brendon giggles as he tries to act like a gentleman. I take his hand and hop out of the truck. "Thank you Mr. Urie," I say. "My pleasure, Mr. Weekes," Brendon replies. We walk to the back of the truck and open it up, then we go inside the house to start loading up boxes. "Need help guys?" Spencer asks as he walks into the room. "Sure," me and Brendon say in unison. "Jinx!" Brendon shouts. "Fuck off," I laugh. "But I prefer fucking on, in and out," he says. Spencer's eyes go wide. "I'm sorry Brendon is such a child," I tell Spencer. "I am offended," Brendon says faking being offended. "I'm sure you are," I say sarcastically. Brendon huffs, picking up a box and carrying it to the truck. "Do you wanna help me with the dresser?" I ask Spencer. "Yeah," he says walking over to the dresser.