As the two ate their McDonalds, they started messing around. They really weren't Urie-like people. They were pretty chill

~•|Chapter 4: Plans|•~

Nicole has always told me I'm a messy eating. Tonight was no exception. Ketchup dribbled down my chin as I ate my burger. I'm so good at making messes with my food, I somehow can make a mess with simply fries.

But, then, when I know my camera is about the get involved, I wipe my chin quickly. I'd hate to ruin the clear lens with a red hue from the ketchup "sorry" I mumbled.

Dallon looked over at me, cocking an eyebrow "about...?" he asked in confusion. My cheeks lit up.

"well, uh..." I tried to think of a funny lie to make it seem like I wasn't talking to my camera "Sauce got on my chin and I didn't know of you saw it or not, so, uh, yeah",   I rubbed the back of my neck.

Dallon chuckled a bit as he smiled softly and ate a fry "aw darn, wish I could've seen it" he said, a playful tone in his voice.

"well, too bad I can't recreate it!" I proclaimed, eating another fry

"I'm sure it was absolutely adorable" Bam, cue my embarrassed blushing. Let me tell you, if you put a tomato next to my face, you'd be asking yourself where the hell I went. This, though, simply made Dallon chuckle again "you're so adorable" he added onto his previous statement

I hide behind my camera. Then, so I didn't seem like a weird child, started taking pictures of random things I found around us and out the windows.

Soon, though, Dallon decided to play around with my quirk and dorkily posed for me. Of course I had to take the pictures! After a couple pictures, I laughed a bit and capped my lens "are you ready?" I asked Dallon.

Dallon made his hands make a drum roll to the best of his ability. I then showed him the pictures "Bravissimo!" I said jokingly, chuckling.

"perhaps I should add modeling to my portfolio..." Dallon said in a pondering voice, making me laugh a bit.

"perhaps you should" I retorted, taking another bite of my burger. My photographer's eye caught something, making me point at him with my other hand "you have a nice smile, Weekes" I commented as I swallowed

"then you'd better show me pictures of it, Y/L/N" Dallon retorted, copying me and pointing right back at me.

We joked meaninglessly for the next half hour or so. Then a yawn escaped my lips. My eyelids had been drooping for at least ten of those minutes. I noticed him stifle a yawn and figured that she should probably get home soon. He must've read my mind, because he said "Maybe it's time to head homeward bound"

"Agreed" I stated. I went to throw our stuff away, but he beat me to it. Then we did rock paper scissors to see who would drive.

Obviously I lost.

As I sat in the driver's seat, I knew I couldn't carry my camera while driving. In Dallon's words: that's just asking for disaster.

So, not only was I driving back to Long Beach at midnight, but my camera sat in Dallon's lap. God, I felt so naked without it on my neck. And I had an entire lecture about how Dallon was NOT allowed to touch my precious camera. 

Even with the promise of midnight and a fast driver at the wheel, we still encountered many many others on the road. On the highway I ended up flicking some guy off as be cut me off. Just ba cause you own a BMW doesn't mean you can drive like  a maniac you idiot. I almost missed my exit being angry about that.

When we were almost at my place, I ended up stopped at a stoplight. I glanced over at Dallon, finding him fast asleep with my camera secured in his lap. I wish it were in my hands to I could get a picture of him: he looked so calm, almost as if he were underwater. His hair was in a fluffy mess and his shirt rumpled nearly perfectly in how he was slouched. The casting green...oh shit, right, driving. I'm driving.

I looked back at the road and started back on the way home, hoping I hadn't kept people waiting in that light while I was in my photographer mode.

Soon, I was back home. God, I shoukd seriously consider living somewhere more convenient than Long Beach. The view is spectacular, no doubt about it, but the drive is always ridiculous and I'm up to my knees in debt!

I drove slower through my neighborhood, finally pulling into the driveway. I looked over at the still sleeping Dallon and whispered into his ear "did you touch my camera?"

Dallon jumped awake, groggily replying with a "no?"

I couldn't help but laugh a bit. God, he looked so exhausted "you sure you can drive yourself home? You seem exhausted" I commented. He looked like he hadn't slept in days now that I noticed it.

"yeah, yeah, I can get home. I just need some coffee....um, where are we?" Dallon asked, trying to wake up and looking around to figure out a mentally way back to his place.

I bit my lip "Long Beach" I answered, making Dallon groan a bit. He probably lived pretty far from here "do you wanta stay the night? I have a guest room you could stay in for the night. I'd rather you not fall asleep on your way back home"

We had a tiny argument, but I ended up winning because he was too tired to come up with comebacks.