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Post by Dallon Weekes on May 10, 2011 5:39:26 GMT -5
Dallon laid on the bunk of the crampt tour bus, waiting for their guy to bring food. He liked touring Europe, the accents were fun to do and the food was great. He had a tiny problem.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Jul 28, 2011 11:40:24 GMT -5
Ian laid on one of the top bunks. He liked the top bunks (they made him feel taller). His stomach growled loudly. "Ugh," he moaned audibly, leaning over the edge to look down at Dallon who was on the bunk below him. Poor guy was way too tall for the small space. Ian fit with a little extra room. Sometimes there were perks to being short. "Didn't you send the guy out like 20 minutes ago? I feel like I'm starving to death. My stomach is eating itself!" he groaned, almost falling off the bed from leaning over too far.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 28, 2011 11:49:56 GMT -5
"Twenty-nine minutes," he sighed. He stared up at Ian's bunk. There was no doubt in his mind his crush was abnormal and wrong. The age difference alone made it creepy. He rolled out of the bunk and stretched.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Jul 28, 2011 12:01:51 GMT -5
Ian averted his eyes as Dallon stretched, his shirt being pulled up from the movement. No, he wasn't going to stare at the strip of bare skin. Nope. He promised himself he wouldn't pursue Dallon, no matter how hard he was crushing. Their age difference, touring together, it could ruin the band that they weren't officially a part of. And Ian really liked playing guitar with them. But god, he was tempting. Oh so tempting.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 28, 2011 12:12:13 GMT -5
Dallon walked over to the fridge. He sang a nonsensical song as he searched. "There is nothing," He sighed. "Not even something to drink." He smiled over to Ian. The two had been spending a lot of time together while Spencer and Brendon promoted. "I give up I'm going to go get food!" he cried grabbing his jacket. "Do you want to tag along?"
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Post by Ian Crawford on Jul 28, 2011 12:31:03 GMT -5
Ian half slid, half hopped off the bunk. It could hardly be called graceful, especially nearly falling over/twisting his ankle on the landing. "Yeah!" he exclaimed, looking all too excited. Getting to hang out with Dallon was the best part of touring; not that he didn't love performing or hanging out with Brendon or Spencer. Because he did. But they were Panic! At The Disco, and therefore did all the interviews and publicity, leaving Dallon and Ian with a lot of free time. Ian didn't mind being a simple tour member. It was a member nonetheless.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 28, 2011 12:40:58 GMT -5
Dallon hopped off the bus with a huge grin on his face. He turned to face Ian. "What fine cuisine shall we partake in?" he asked in a British accent. He held out his hand for Ian so he could help him down the steps. He laughed happily at himself. So he had a crush on the guitarist, what's he supposed to do about it? It's not like it's gone away. He's had it since they toured for the rest of Pretty Odd.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Jul 28, 2011 17:22:08 GMT -5
Ian slid his hand into Dallon's but ignored the two steps and jumped out. "Why, thank you kind sir!" he bowed like a true gentleman, resisting the urge to kiss Dallon's hand. "Well, as you can see we have many choices," he gestured to the grey buildings around them. They were parked at one of the buildings in which Bren and Spence were currently being interviewed for some British magazine or radio station or something. Ian had slept through them leaving, so he wasn't informed. "I think there's a major street a couple blocks down that way," he pointed, beginning to walk in the direction with Dallon. "If we get lost...uh...yeah, I take all blame."
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 28, 2011 18:08:55 GMT -5
Dallon resisted the urge to tell him how nice it would be to get lost together. So instead, he just nodded. "I'm sure we can't get that lost..." He smiled wider to reassure Ian. Dallon watched as Ian bounced down the streets. He hummed happily after the little guy. "Maybe we should leave bed crumbs..." He teased.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Jul 29, 2011 23:36:21 GMT -5
Ian stopped to give Dallon a very serious look. "We don't even have bread on the tourbus. Even prisoners have bread." He felt his stomach rumble. "I don't even care what we eat, we just gotta find somewhere," Ian said, grabbing Dallon's arm to tug him along the sidewalk faster. At the end of the block, Ian stopped to look around the corner for restaurants. He spied the giant yellow M of the McDonald's a couple blocks down. "Huzzah! Nourishment!" he yelled. He'd never been a huge fan of McDonald's, but he was hungry and that M was like the light at the end of a tunnel.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 29, 2011 23:44:03 GMT -5
Dallon giggled at Ian before his laughter turned into full on hysterics. He allowed himself to be drug into the McDonalds. "What would you like? I'm buying," Dallon said taking his arm back, with a tiny sigh. "Actually why don't I just get the largest thing no mustard?" he remembered Ian didn't care for mustard much. He ordered and handed Ian a cup. "Mix the drinks together for me!"
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Post by Ian Crawford on Jul 30, 2011 10:12:55 GMT -5
"My hero," he grinned. "I pay next time- I'm sure there will be one, anyway. No one puts food on the bus. How have we survived so far?" he laughed before finding an empty booth for them while Dallon ordered. When Dallon brought the tray over, Ian practically attacked the Big Mac like a wild animal, not even bothering to dip his french fries in ketchup. Too hungry. "Don't laugh at me," Ian squinted at Dallon's amused expression, talking with his mouth full.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 30, 2011 10:33:40 GMT -5
Dallon suppressed his snickers. "I can't help it! You just eat so cute!" He instantly regretted saying that. "Like one of my kids!" okay that certainly didn't help at all. He stuffed his mouth full to keep from making a bigger idiot of himself. He didn't eat as wildly as Ian but he ate just as messily. They earned a few looks from other customers. Dallon finished second and smiled at Ian. "Where to?" he asked finishing his drink.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Jul 30, 2011 15:27:45 GMT -5
Ian blinked. Right, Dallon had kids. It was something that Ian knew but chose not to think about too much. It made his boyish crush on the man even worse. He wasn't sure how he felt about being compared to his children though; he certainly didn't want Dallon to look at him as a kid, or one of his own for that matter. He swallowed his last bite of food and sipped at the rest of his soda, letting his mind wander from the subject. Best not to think too hard on it. "I dunno. Wanna just walk around, explore the area? Bren and Spence probably won't be done for a while anyway," he said before sucking down the rest of his Dr. Pepper noisily. "Oh, and we should tell Zack. He'll kill us if he gets back to an empty bus and a missing guitarrist and bassist," Ian laughed.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Jul 30, 2011 20:21:51 GMT -5
Dallon nodded. "Oh!" He said getting up before Ian and running to the counter. "2 ice cream cones!" He handed one to Ian. "It's best if we eat as much while we can!" He grinds and took a bite of his ice cream. He shivered as he got a slight brain freeze. He was really making himself look great today! He let out a sigh and grinned sheeplishly at Ian. He walked a few paces in front of him leading him back to the bus and a worried Zack.
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