Dallon Weekes Imagines

Sing Me A Song?

A/N: 3K READS?!?! thNK FRENS!!

"Dallon!" I called.

"Hm?" he said, peeking his head through the door.

"Can you sing me a song?" I asked sweetly. He rolled his eyes playfully and sighed.

"Fine," he said, exiting my room and going to his (probably to get his guitar). "Alright," he paused and started strumming his guitar as he sat on the edge of my bed.

"Could this be love at first sight? Or should I walk by again. You're photogenically dressed, the conversation begins," he sang. My eyes were on him, scanning his face.

I clapped enthusiastically once he finished the song. His voice was truly beautiful, he was beautiful.

"Yo, that was great!" I screamed at his face.

He laughed. "Thanks."

"Thank you, fren!" I said, hugging him.

"You're welcome, Y/N."

A/N: Forgive me. I wrote this at, like 12:00 AM.