I don't know how to explain him. He's just so fucking perfect. So masculine, the deepest, most handsome voice. His eyes are just like a dark, deep cavern of beautiful blue hues. I could get lost in that cavern. I'd absofuckinglutely love it, though. It's Dallon fucking Weekes, after all. He's magical. And sexy, too. Bitches, if you think I'd be that easy for him to fuck with me, you're way wrong. He's mine, though. Not yet. But in the future. He will be mine. As I continue to think about this violently in class, my mind is being poured out in my notebook. I had been overthinking about him and me. About our insane 'friendship'. I'd pretty much known Dallon since I was 13. I'm 17 now. He was 19 then. So now he's 23. It's still hard to believe that we have a 6 year difference, we act literally the same age. But that's just what life does.
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FanfictionBrendon Urie, Dallon Weekes. Both addicted to each other. They just can't get enough.
