*Brendon's POV*
I was really excited. I had my guitar and my portable piano, heading to Dallon's house.
He asked me to stay over, so I got my clothes and pills.
I grabbed my folder of songs and notes and headed of to his address.
I arrived at his home, a medium sized double-wide with a white outside.
Didn't look like he was leading me into a rape chamber.
I walked inside to see a woman making mac-n-cheese.
I guessed she was Dallon's mom, she had the same beautiful features as him.
Height, medium-brown hair, beautiful crystal-blue eyes.
Stop Brendon, Dallon problably isn't even gay, or bisexual.
As I walked inside, she woman looked at me with bright eyes. "You must be Brendon! The boys are in the garage, do you need help with your...piano?" She glared at me with shock.
"Glad to see someone in this makeshift band can play piano, what's a band without the right piano chords in the background?" She said, stirring he mac-n-cheese.
This lady knew what she was talking about.
"Thanks, and I don't need help, but thanks for offering, Mrs.Weekes" I said politely.
I halfway jogged to the garage, and walked in.
"Hey guys!" I smiled.
"Hey!" The said at th same time.
"So, Bren, do you have any more songs you want us to play?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah! Dallon and Ryan, sing backup vocals!" I exclaimed as they blushed. Spencer just facepalmed.
I handed them the chords and lyrics to a song I called Camisado.
Then, his mom suddenly walked in. "Do you guys mind if I listen?" She asked.
Dallon blushed, but I cut him off.
"Sure! We were just about to play a song I wrote a few months back" I smiled.
"Great!" She clapped and sat down on an old bench.
They started to play, then I sang.
"The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
And it's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
No it's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back, sit back, relax
Just sit back, just sit back, sit back, relapse again, again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid,
Sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight but
Take the fight from the kid,
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
And it's not so pleasant. And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
No it's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight but
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back, sit back, sit back, relapse, relapse, sit back, sit back
You can take the kid out of the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back, sit back, sit back, relapse, relapse, sit back, sit back
You can take the kid out of the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events" I sang, Mrs. Weekes looked at us in awe.
"You guys could really go places" was all she managed to choke out.
The guys left, so it was only me and Dallon.
One other thing, I didn't want him to see all the pills I had to take, he'd problably think I was insane.
As if on cue, I dropped my bag and all of the bottles fell out. "Dammit!" I said as Dallon looked at me with confused eyes.
"W-what are t-those for?" He stuttered, his anxiety showing.
"I-Erm, Perscriptions, I-I have to t-take them" I stuttered out.
His eyes widened "All of those?" He whispered.
He read them out loud, which made me shiver.
"Anxiety control, ADHD-" He shocked as he looked at the next one and the paper with it.
"A-Anti-Depressants for suicide and self-harm prevention" He looked at my sleeves, and began to tear up.
"What the actual fuck, Brendon?" He whimpered.
All I could do was run into the bathroom next to Dallon's room, locking myself in.
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Mute (Brallon)
FanfictionDallon Weekes is the mute emo kid. He dosen't talk to anyone. His school is big on cliques, a person from one clique didn't mix with people from other cliques, it just isn't allowed. He only expresses his feelings in silence. But can one boy chang...
