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Post by Dallon Weekes on Sept 9, 2011 20:46:18 GMT -5
Dallon closed his eyes and relaxed up against Ian. Despite his worries about Brendon's fighting and the whole Breezy thing; he was calm. Ian was holding him and that's just about all he could think of. Ian was right there. But Ian worried about Brendon. "He's on the outs with Sarah right now. He wanted Spencer's advice since he broke up with Haley... He's still sensitive and Brendon is well... Brendon." He smiled even though Ian couldn't see. "But don't let that upset you. People sometimes fall in love, sometimes they fall out. Life happens." Dallon silently swore; why did he always sound like a dad now? What he said didn't even click with him. He believed in love at first sight...right?
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Post by Ian Crawford on Sept 12, 2011 2:56:22 GMT -5
"Maybe we should check on them," Ian said, unmoving. He didn't want to move. He was quite cozy just sitting there with Dallon. Dallon was warm.
Ian really did worry about Brendon though. Him and Spencer had gone through a lot in the past two years. Sure, he'd left The Cab. But that was his choice. Completely different.
Brendon was strong, but sometimes Ian wondered if his coping methods were turning from writing to drinking. He got pretty messed up during shows. Gulps between songs. Sometimes he'd go through three or four bottles.
Ian shifted away from Dallon when the yelling got louder and a smash was heard. "Okay, we should seriously check now."
Ian walked quickly to the room next door, Zack already there, pounding. "Spence! Open the door, what's happening? You guys okay?" He called through the door. After a minute of silence, Spencer opened it enough so they could see him, but not Brendon back in the room.
"Brendon's just...Sarah, you know. It- it's over. Just let me take care of this." He shut the door before Zack could ask any more questions. His brow furrowed, but he shrugged and let it go. "Any more noise and I'm going to the front desk and getting myself a spare card for that room..." he muttered, heading back to his own. Ian looked at Dallon, concerned. There really wasn't anything they could do. Spencer could fix it. He always knew what to do with Brendon.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Sept 12, 2011 13:38:43 GMT -5
Dallon stood in silence as he stared at the door. He actually really wanted to help, but knowing Spencer it was going to remain shut until Brendon had composed himself. He sat down up against the wall to try and spy on them.
Dallon was against breaking up via phones. It hurt so much worse...Then again Dallon hadn't broken up with someone in around 10 years. He was really familiar with the sting of it though. And Brendon was very sensitive, almost like a kid sometimes.
Despite it not being any of his business, he knew for a fact Brendon wasn't at fault. He'd been completely innocent this whole trip. He texted, called, emailed, tweeted, wrote letters, and sent gifts every chance he got.
"Okay," Dallon whispered. "Bren's calmed down some..." He couldn't really make out the words he could just hear them get softer. Further away from the door, closer together until the noise stopped completely.
"I think they're okay..." He grinned over at Ian in relief. The heavier of the footsteps came back towards the door.
Spencer opened it and looked down at Dallon. He raised his eyebrows up slightly. "You guys can go back to your lovefest at anytime now..."
Dallon took the hint and stood up till he was at eyelevel with Spencer.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Sept 12, 2011 18:19:00 GMT -5
"How did he know we were still outside the door? Ears like a hawk...wait, is that saying only for eyes? Do hawks have good hearing?" Ian asked as they went back into their room. A few moments after asking the questions in the first place, he felt stupid. "You know what, ignore that question. That was dumb."
He sat on the bed cross-legged, opened the drawer of the bedside table to look for the tv remote. He grabbed it, noticed the bible underneath it, promptly shut the drawer. It wasn't that Ian was opposed to religion, but he hated how hotels put them in every room. Not everyone in the world was a christian. It crossed some lines in his mind. He could feel the bible judging him from inside the drawer as he leaned against Dallon.
'Fuck you, bible. I'll love who I want. Even if he's married.' Ian wilted a little at the thought. He nudged the remote to Dallon.
"You can choose something if you want."
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Sept 12, 2011 19:06:56 GMT -5
Dallon took the remote as he wrapped his arm around Ian's shoulder to spoon him. He awkwardly kissed his cheek before avoiding looking at him.
He saw a few familiar faces on the screen but not the language. He let our a sigh. He flicked through the channels before stopping on an animal show.
"I think this is their hawk special," He teased with a light laugh. He had a feeling that Brendon wasn't going to be laughing much, and that depressed everyone.
He leaned back against the bedrest head leaning against the wall. He lethimself look at Ian again. He stated until his phone went off in his pocket. He jumped just a little bit.
"Dallon if you love me you'd get me ice cream u~u" Dallon read outloud after he'd made sure it wasn't Breezy," He rolled his eyes and quipped back to him. "I think he's going to be just fine..."
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Post by Ian Crawford on Sept 15, 2011 14:26:39 GMT -5
Even the documentary was foreign. A sudden wave of homesickness flowed through Ian and he curled up a little closer to Dallon, further into his embrace. Safety.
"Should we get him stuff?" Ian asked. He knew what it was like to go through a breakup, and his hadn't been nearly that traumatic. Brendon had been with Sarah for probably the past two years or so. And by the sound of the break, it was a lot messier than they probably knew. "Yeah...we should. I think there's a grocery store around the corner."
Ian slipped his shoes back on and pocketed a room key, following Dallon out the door.
It was chilly outside. Of course it was autumn and Germany wasn't a particularly warm country climate-wise. He bumped elbows with Dallon, gave him a small smile. He wanted to talk to him just to fill the silence, but couldn't think of anything worth saying.
He grabbed a couple bags of chips, candy, and bottles of soda while Dallon headed to the frozen section for ice cream. Brendon only asked for the ice cream, but Ian was sure he'd be happy for more than that. Junk food didn't heal the heart, but for some reason it made people feel better. Probably the sugar.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Sept 15, 2011 14:53:02 GMT -5
Dallon paid and offered the cashier a smile that made her blush. "Onward young padiwan," Dallon said giving Ian a light shove towards the direction of the hotel.
"Brendon's really strong you know," Dallon smiled.
They got back to their hall. There was the noise of sheets ruffling as Dallon knocked on the door.
"Brendon asked for ice cream..." Dallon said shoving the bags to a disheveled Spencer. Spencer whose shirt had been hastily buttoned up and whose hair was all messy.
"When'd he do that?" Spencer asked eyes wide. Something was up, but Dallon didn't feel like Sherlock today. He just wanted to get back into their room.
"30 minutes ago..." Dallon said faking a yawn. "You tell him to enjoy."
Dallon was back into their room sprawling out on the bed. He checked the time at home.
"Um you wouldn't be weirded out if I called my kids would you?" he asked slightly concerned. Brendon didn't mind, but he spent the majority of his time making sex noises to try to piss Dallon off.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Sept 27, 2011 20:31:39 GMT -5
Ian tried not to laugh at Spencer's appearance. He was usually so well-kept. Something was definitely up. He shrugged it off.
He curled up on the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Sure," he replied with a smile. "Go ahead. It's cool." Right, kids. Ian's heart hurt at that thought. He needed to be alone for a minute. "Hey, I'm just gonna go roam for a couple minutes, let you call your kids without my awkward presence," he gave Dallon a small smile and left the room. He went out to the pool area and laid down on one of the plastic tanning chairs (or whatever you called them). The stars were bright in the dark night sky. Ian liked to stare at the sky, no matter how small it made him feel.
Ian let out a sigh and closed his eyes, letting the cold air blow over him. After half an hour, he decided he was okay to go back. But upon reaching the room, he realised he didn't have the key. Ian shifted his weight awkwardly to his other leg and knocked on the door, feeling stupid for leaving without it.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Sept 27, 2011 21:24:44 GMT -5
Dallon watched Ian leave sadly. He kind of wanted him to stay for moral support or something.
He called and Breezy told him they were down for their naps. It kind of crushed him hearing this. Plus Breezy didn't seem too keen on the idea of talking to him at all.
So Dallon slumped over to the beds undressing quickly and flinging himself in bed. He might have cried just a little bit but not much.
There was a light knock on the door and Dallon noted Ian's card was on the table.
He wrapped himself up in his robe before letting Ian in. "Aren't you a little short to be a stormtrooper?" He grinned at his own joke. "You weren't out there because it's weird to talk to my kids right?"
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Post by Ian Crawford on Sept 30, 2011 20:35:01 GMT -5
"...no," he pouted and ducked past Dallon to get back into the room. "Okay, yeah. Maybe a little," he admitted as Dallon stared him down. "I just. It's weird, okay? It's not like I want to pretend they don't exist. I just...I'm not a part of their world. You talking to your kids is an intimate family thing. I don't want to intrude on that. I intrude enough," he said, biting his lip.
He dropped onto the bed, feeling guilty for being alive. Dallon laid down next to him. Ian stared at the ceiling. "We're bad people, aren't we?" he said quietly.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Oct 1, 2011 6:35:21 GMT -5
Dallon absorbed all the information in. Ian was weirded out by all of this, Breezy was pissed, and he didn't even talk to his kids.
"Do you want my honest answer or would you like me to lie and make you feel better?" Dallon sighed turning slightly so he could see Ian's face better. After no response he proceeded cautiously. "I think I'm a bad person. I'm cheating on a woman I loved, the mother of my children, our vows, god. I came onto you, multiple times, you just never noticed I guess, but I came onto you. I played with fire because I'm willing to get burned as long as you're there with ice." He sighed softly. "If you want we can forget about all of this and just... End it?" He said in a tiny unsure voice.
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Post by Ian Crawford on Oct 15, 2011 18:19:13 GMT -5
"No," Ian said quickly. He cleared his voice, taking in a deep breath, organizing his thoughts. "I mean, we should. I just. I don't want to. and...I did notice before. But you know how Brendon's always flirting with us? I just figured it was like that. Because I knew you were married and loved your wife and...it couldn't be real. That's why I didn't...I forced myself not to become, I don't know, hopeful. I'm a bad person too. I should say yes. I should say that this is wrong and we should end it," he took a deep breath and looked back at Dallon.
"...but I won't. Can't. I don't want to. But if you want to stop, I will," he said, looking away from the man next to him, staring back at the ceiling. He searched for cracks; flaws that didn't seem to exist.
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Oct 15, 2011 18:49:56 GMT -5
"Then we're doing this?" Dallon whispered softly. He grabbed Ian's hand and gave it a squeeze. "I really like you Ian," Dallon said clearing his throat. "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you because of me okay?" He looked over at Ian and kissed his cheek. "I'll take all the blame, I promise. Just... Smile?"
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Post by Ian Crawford on Oct 15, 2011 18:57:13 GMT -5
Ian squeezed Dallon's hand back but pulled his hand out of his grip so he could inch closer and curl up into Dallon's side. "I'm not letting you take all the blame. I'm the seductress here, clearly," he said with a tiny smile. "I'm a mistress."
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Post by Dallon Weekes on Oct 15, 2011 19:07:24 GMT -5
"Oh yes I couldn't resist your charm you baited me, you temptress," He deadpanned. "I'll fight you on this Een . I am taking all the blame." He grinned fondly at the man curled into his side. "I'm also paying for all our dates so you can call me sugar daddy if you'd like." He laughed at his own joke harder than he should, but he couldn't help it. He just felt all light and giggly around Ian.
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