How The Mighty Fall In Love (Brallon)

Accident

Brendon's POV:

Even after thinking all night about whether or not I'm okay with Dallon having a kid, I still haven't changed my mind. Like I said yesterday, I like him even more for that. Plus, I could be like her step-dad who isn't married to her dad. I mean, Breezy isn't much of a mom to her, and I want the kid to have two parents.

Wow, I'm taking this too seriously.

I hope she likes me, because I know I like her. Plus, I know things can't work out between Dallon and I if she doesn't. I mean, I understand, but it would still really suck.

I run downstairs and make myself a bowl of honey nut cheerios. I know, they're generic, but they're my favorite cereal. I ate them 3 times a day growing up. I refused to eat anything else. All I would drink was water and all I would eat were honey nut cheerios, except, sometimes my parents would put fruit in them. You'd think I'd be sick of them now, but no, I still love them.

As I'm eating the sugary little circles, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It's a text from Dallon.

"Hey, your house is near Mikey's, want a ride to school? (:"

"Dude, I know the distance between my house and Mikey's house. The question is, how do you?"

"You gave me your address, dumbass"

"Oh shit, yeah. Alright, I'd love a ride. See you then!"

"Ok (: I should be there in about 10 minutes"

"Sounds good"

I quickly finish up my cheerio's and go to a mirror and fix my hair. I look decent today. Most of the time, what I wear can really show off my emotions, like is I wear something low quality with holes in it, I'm probably in a bad mood. But if I'm wearing high quality or new stuff, I'm probably in a good mood. Today, I'm wearing a Green Day shirt with red skinny jeans and black converse. Also, instead of wearing contacts, I'm wearing my black glasses.

Just as I finish checking myself out, I hear a knock on the door. "Who's that, Brendon?" asks my dad from the couch. "It's my friend, Dallon" I reply, opening the door. "Hey Dallon" I say, patting his shoulder. "Hey" he says taking a step inside my house.

"That's my dad, Boyd, and that's my mom, Grace" I say, pointing to the two adults on the couch. "Nice to meet you both," He says, "this is a gorgeous house", I sigh, "Dude, have you been inside your own house?" I ask him, he playfully rolls his eyes. "Yes, I have actually. But mine is modern, yours is classy. I really do prefer classy houses" he says. "What part of town do you live in?" asks my mom. "I live on a Campus drive" he respond, making both my parent's jaws drop.

After talking a little longer, Dallon and I finally leave for school.

"So, I was wondering, since Amelie seems to like you, would you want to come to the park with us Saturday morning? It's like a tradition. Almost every Saturday, we go to the park as early as we can" he asks. He's cute with his little family traditions and stuff. "I'd love to. You know, if you want to leave even earlier, I can sleep over" I say seductively, winking at him. "I'd love for you to sleep over, but honestly, I would not be willing to have sex in a house filled with my family" he says. I sigh and roll my eyes playfully. "Come on, it could fun, risky. Y'know? It's not like Amelie sleeps. In your bed, does she?"

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We lay there, side by side. Well, almost. Amelie is between us. It's 2 am. and all I want is to be cuddling with Dallon, not that I have a problem with Amelie, of course. He fell asleep hours ago, but I'm just now feeling myself drift off, feeling all my problems, worries, and anything slowly drift away, then it's black.

Next thing I know, I feel about 25 pounds land on my stomach. "Up!" I hear Amelie's little voice say. Except right now, it's not so little. "Up!" I hear her shout again, bouncing on my stomach. "I'm up! I'm up!" I say, sitting up, moving her to my lap, except she's still facing me. "You know who else is up?" I say, slowly lifting my hand up like a claw. "Who?" she asks with a smile on her face. "The tickle monster!" I shout, proceeding to tickle her tummy. I look up to see Dallon standing in the doorway, smiling. He walks over to us. "Good morning sunshine, and good morning to you, tickle monster" he says, kissing my hand. I blush and turn back to Amelie. "Well, now that your dad interrupted us, looks like we'll have to continue later" I say, taking her off my lap. "Amelie, why don't you go pick out some pants and a shirt?" says Dallon, Amelie nods and runs off.

Once she's gone, Dallon leans in and kisses me. After a couple seconds, he takes his lips away from mine. "Did you bring clothes to wear?" He asks me, I nod, going to grab my bag. "You can go get ready in the bathroom, that's what I did. Amelie might walk in at any time, and I don't think she wants to see you naked" he says, making me laugh a little. "But do you wanna see me naked?" I ask him, winking and entering the bathroom that's attached to his room. "The thought has crossed my mind" he says, smirking. We both laugh a little and I shut the door.

When I come back out, I find Amelie on the bed, all dressed, with her hair in pigtails. She's bouncing up and down while Dallon tried to get her shoes on. Once she calms down a little. We all get our shoes on and go.

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Once we get to the park, it's practically empty, except for some people walking their dogs. Amelie immediately starts tugging on my arm, pointing to the swings and saying "Push! Push!"

I ask Dallon if it's okay, and he says yes, so we both walk her to the swings. Dallon and I walk up to a baby swing, but Amelie stays at the big kids swing. "Big girl" she says, shaking the swing. Dallon sighs, and tells me it's okay, just that I need to be gentle.

I lift her up and start pushing her. Though Dallon is smiling at me from beside the swing set, I still feel slightly intimidated by him. His brown eyes just watching me, the fact that he's as tall as a fucking giraffe, it's scary. What if I do something wrong? What if he's doing a parent test thing.

Once Amelie is going a decent speed and height, I walk back over to Dallon. "She's cute" I say, looking over to her. Watching her trying to pump her legs. Seeing her smile ear to ear. "I guess with a dad that looks like you, she's gotta be cute" I add, making him blush a little. "She likes you. She never let's anyone but me push her" he says, putting his arm around me.

"Who knows about her?" I ask. "Just my closest friends. You, Mikey, Spencer, Hayley, Patrick, Gerard and Josh, I think. Maybe Tyler, but I don't know" He responds. Just as I start nodding, I hear a loud thump and then some cries. I turn to see Amelie on the ground, and Dallon and I quickly run through the sand to get to her.

Dallon picks her up and rocks her back and forth, I can hear that she's struggling to breath. "What's wrong with her? This is all my fault, I pushed her too hard" I say, worried. "She just got the wind knocked out of her. And no, it's not your fault, she does this all the time. When she thinks she's going really high, she jumps, sometimes it doesn't end up too bad, but other times, this happens" he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, I nod, looking down. I still feel bad.

Once Amelie gets her breath back, Dallon asks her whether she wants to stay or to go home, she decides to stay and we all agree on getting ice cream afterwards.