(a/n: I feel like crap :))

*Brendon POV*

Theses last few days I had been a mess. We leave for tour tomorrow and there was still so much to do. There were flowers to be chosen, bags to be packed, instruments to be tuned, and a guest list to be completed. We had gone with a nice blue color pallet with pastels and royals and whites, I was going to wear a white suit with a blue tie and Dallon would wear a black suit with a blue bow tie. I also had to decide if anyone was going to give me away. I had no parents and no grandparents, no one had raised me so I don't think anyone would.

"Bren come we can finalize a lot of that stuff on the bus, you haven't even started packing yet." Dallon walked out of the bedroom shirtless. It was nice he wasn't afraid of his scars, I pretended like mine didn't exist.

"I know, I know, I just want everything to be perfect." I got up from the table and walked over to him.

"It will be, as long as we're together." He wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You are so cheesy." I scrunched my nose at him and threw my arms around his shoulders.

"It's one of my many talents," he kissed my nose."Now go pack Ryan wants us there at 6 tomorrow morning."

I rolled my eyes, Ryan was such a perfectionist. One time when I moved his guitar so I could get something he practically cut my head off. It was his way or no way. I gave Dallon a quick kiss before slipping into the bedroom and staring at the mess around me. There were bags and clothes everywhere. Luckily Dallon had made me a checklist, he knew I was forgetful sometimes.

I began throwing t shirts and jeans at random into a bag, I threw pretty much my entire wardrobe, which wasn't much, into the duffle bag before moving on to the next bag, filling it with underwear, socks, etc. the entire process overwhelmed me though, by the end I was collapsed onto the bed.

"You okay?" Dallon collapsed onto the bed besides me.

"There is just to much to do." I adjusted myself so that my head was on his chest, trying to focus on his steady breathing.

"How about we go get some fro-yo, you need to get out of the house." He sat up, forcing my to pick my head up.

"But I look like shit." I whined.

"True, but it's okay because I love it." He laughed, running his hands through my messy hair.

"I hate you." I walked into the bathroom adjacent to our room and ran the hot water.

"Nooooo, you love me very very much." He hugged me from behind,resting his head on my shoulder.

I admired our reflections in the mirror, I loved the way we looked together. Dallon's eyes stared at mine in the reflection, just looking at his face made all my stress disappear. He was right, as long as we were together everything would be okay.

"What are you thinking about?" He whispered softly.

"How perfect everything is right now." I whispered back.

Time passed slower as we stood there, I admired every one of his features. I loved the way his nose fit perfectly on his face, and the way his soft fringe flopped in his face. He had nice cheek bones, they weren't to high. I think his jaw bone was one of my favorite features of his, it was sharp enough to kill a man.

"Do you wanna just order a pizza and stay in tonight instead?" He broke the silence, but his voice was so angelic and peaceful I didn't mind.

"Yea" I nodded, turning my head to the side to kiss him.

"I love you." He murmured softly, pulling away from our short kiss.

"I love you too" He pulled his arms away and disappeared into the other room.

I felt I was back in high school, crushing over some guy. But this time I could have him and I did have him. The boy almost every girl, and boy even though most wouldn't admit it, had a crush on was mine. He was mine. I could tell every one of those girls who had liked him to back off because they would never know him like I did and he would never be theirs.

Splashing the hot water on my face, I woke myself up from my little daydreams. I turned off the water and walked into the bedroom, it looked like a tornado had hit. I decided to leave rather than try and clean and get stressed again. When I walked into the lounge there was a pile of blankets on the coffee table and all the chairs from the dining table were lined up by the couch.

Dallon walked in with tons of pillows, his goofy smile plastered across his face. Did I mention how much I love his smile?

"What are you doing?" I inquired as he set the pile of pillows in the couch.

"We are building a fort , and then we are going to eat pizza and watch old movies until 11pm because we can't stay up all night." He responded putting all of his supplies unto piles.

"What about the mess?" I crossed my arms and leaned against the door frame.

"That's the fun part, we don't have to worry about that until we're back from tour." He jested."Now come help me, I wanna finish before the pizza guy gets here."

I rolled my eyes and helped him place chairs around and throw blankets over them. It was nice to see him like this, happy and goofy, this Dallon was only around for so long, a couple of days at most, before the anxieties came back. He tried to pretend to always be like this, but even if he fooled the world I always knew when it was fake. I think the only thing we ever truly fought over was him not telling me what was wrong, or me not paying enough attention to notice when he needed help.

That night was perfect though, we spent the night eating pizza and watching Breakfast Club, White Chicks, Mean Girls and all the other classics. We ended up falling asleep in our blanket fort, snuggled up together. I don't think I've ever slept better, all the stress and worries were gone, it was just me and my man, like it always should be.