Dallon shifted in their sleeping bag and rolled over, wrapping their arms around brendon- who wasn't there.
"Bren?" Dall asked aloud, their voice echoing inside the hollow room.
"Yeah?" Dallon heard from the kitchen, and they smiled sweetly.
Dallon threw the sleeping bag off of them and smiled, stepping up and walking out into the kitchen to see Brendon in there, flipping pancakes.
Dallon smiled and walked up behind Brendon and wrapped their arms around his waist, leaning down and kissing his neck.
"Good morning- and what are you doing?" Dallon asked, leaning back some and mumbling into his hair.
"Making pancakes for us." Brendon said- his voice low and gruff.
"But some news," Brendon started, flipping the pancake and turning around to look up aT Dallon in his eyes.
"The rehab called me."
//9k veiws I'm crying tysm and im sorry I haven't updated- I've had constant migraines that won't go away for 6 days now //
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Fanfictionin which brendon is a recovering drug addict; or atleast trying. and dallon is just a pastel flower boi who gets a text from a unknown number. ©brendonyurri creds to @SPELLBOOKZ for cover idea
