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So many people commented about brallon in TSUGGC and I thought that they would all read but I guess not. Oh well. HELLO MY WONDERFUL 11 READERS!!

"You're acting as if you're about to meet fucking Obama. Ryan, Chill. You're going on a Date, with a guy, it's nothing to get worried about."Dallon stresses, hearing the worries rants and rambles of his friend for the past hour as he tried to get himself through his last hour of work without stabbing himself to death with a guitar pick. Ryan was seriously not helping his case.

It's not as if Dallon hates his job, well okay that's a lie, but he could have source jobs in the world, which is truth. It was more the shifts that he was stuck on, the costumes that made their way into the store on a basis and the staff he's stuck on with - As much as Ryan is his best friend and all, he makes Dallon want to stick a drum stick in his eye.

But it paid enough to help with the bills, and to cater for his own needs at least. It also gave him discounts which was handy enough when you actually have an interest in music and play an instrument. As he said, it could be worse.

Ryan looks up in alert, looking almost offended that Dallon has chosen to tell him to 'chill' as if it's the most offensive thing to tell a guy who is nervous about going on a date, and in Ryan's case, it is because he's not the kind of guy that goes on dates, Dallon knows this. Ryan is more the kind of guy that stays at home and rewatches Netflix series on weekends with 10 dollars in his bank account and two friends to his name, one of them being his dog.

"Don't look at me like that."Dallon waves a hand over in Ryan's direction, purposely not looking his way because he knows he'll be hit with the infamous puppy dog eyes that Dallon will be roped into."You've been on dates before."

"Uhhhh..."Ryan trails off, trying to think back to his last proper date."I've been on Dog dates?"

"Going to the park and meeting up with other people with dogs is not a date."Dallon rolls his eyes."As much as Hobo is an adorable dog, she doesn't count as a date."

Dallon looks hopefully at his watch, as much as he wants to stay with Ryan and chat about his dreadful lovelife - not as if his is any better but whatever - his shift is coming to an end and he'd rather be on his way home before the street lamps start to flicker on.

He looks over at the one costumer left in the store, silently pleading that she finds what she's looking for soon or gets out because Dallon isn't staying here any longer than he should, nor does to trust Ryan to do the lock up.

"I'm so fucked."Ryan slumps his body over the glass counter with a loud groan, followed by the obvious sound of him hitting his head against the counter in frustration."I'm just a socially awkward adult with crippling anxiety who can't even hold up a conversation, nevermind go on a date with someone."

"Where did you even meet this guy anyway? Seeing as you never leave your house."

"Online,"

"Dude-"

"He's not a catfish, he promised."

"He could promise that he's not a fucking serial killer, that doesn't mean he's telling the truth!"Dallon stresses, looking over at Ryan with comedically wide eyes to try and get his point across.

"I hardly doubt that. His name is Jon, Jon is a pretty shitty name for a serial killer. And he plays Guitar."

"I don't care if he plays the trumpet with his ass, you're not going on a date with a potential catfish."He stresses, running a hand through his hair, puffing out a huff of air. Ryan pouts, turning the edge of one of the music related magazines that sit on the glass counter as he waits for Dallon to continue, knowing that once again that he's in the wrong."When's your date?"

"You are not third wheeling!"

"Look, I just want to be there until the guy turns up so that I'm sure he's not some 60 year old pervert or a serial killer wanting a piece of your ass for dessert."

"Maybe death by cannibalism is my kink."Ryan wiggles his eyebrows at the taller man, watching as Dallon rolls his eyes in a sort of fondness as he turns to go into the back room to fetch his coat seeing as it's the end of their shift.

"You're fucking sick,"He shakes his head, flipping up the collar of his coat."Is it so bad that I don't want my best friend to die?"

"Yes."Ryan deadpans, following Dallon out the door, fixing his scarf and tucking it into the front of his coat. He lets out an Audible sound of dislike whenever the cold January wind blows into his face, dramatically wrapping his arms around himself as he waits for Dallon to lock up."I need to get you something else to focus all your worry on. Like a pet. Maybe a cat."

"I don't like Cats."

"But you like Pussy."Ryan smirks, wincing whenever he's punched in the arm halfheartedly.

"Pussy and Cats aren't the same thing- why am I even talking to you about this?"

"I'm just saying, you obviously need to put your care onto someone and I am not that someone. I'm a grown ass man."

"You're a Grown ass man that still can't tie his shoe laces."He deadpans, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his coat and staring down at the smaller man.

"It's hard, okay!"Ryan huffs, glaring at the back of Dallons head whenever the man has already started to walk down the street."Don't walk away from a conversation!"

"Don't contact me until your Date!"He calls over his shoulder, already sticking his earphones in and drowning out Ryan's shouts of protests as he makes his way down the street on his way home.

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Kicking a stray rock on his wall home, Dallon pulls his coat tighter around his body as he walks, a random song he had taken from the top 40 - but he has a secret guilty pleasure for - playing through his earphones. The journey to and from work isn't that far - and taking from what Ryan has previously said; Dallon's long legs can take him anywhere in two strides - but it sure is boring, and it doesn't help facts when you live in a neighbour where somebody like Dallon wouldn't be able to last 2 seconds out in after dark.

Despite being 6'4 it doesn't mean that Dallon is tough in any sense whatsoever. He can offer you a sassy remark, be a dick by putting items on the top shelf and looks like a sky scraper, Dallon can't throw a punch and he'd rather let his shady looking neighbours - that he's 100% are crack dealers - think that he can knock someone out than admit that he's a wuss.

Dallon tenses whenever he notices something moving out the corner of his eye, the street lamps flickering on and the sky threatening to plunge into darkness. He picks up the pace, keeping his vision focused in front of him so he can just go home and go to sleep until his next shift.

"Fuck!"He shouts, stumbling before he's tripping onto the cold pavement, face first with sprawled arms. Dallon groans, moving so he's sitting on the pavement, eyes closed in pain as he rubs at his nose which is throbbing in pain from the impact of the fall. In frustration, he's ripping out his earphones as he sighs heavily, face red in embarrassment of just tripping over nothing.

"For once in my life, I'd like not to make a fool of myself."He grumbles, rubbing his hands over his face before opening his eyes, shocked to see another figure on his knees not that far away from Dallon, watching him with wide brown eyes and a confused look upon his face.

They're cute from what Dallon can see of them, with matted dark hair and sparkling brown eyes, pretty plum lips. There's dirt smeared all over his face and in his hair, what looks to be a deep cut on his right cheek which doesn't seem to bother them.

"Dude, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you- there. Um, shit, are you okay?"He asks frantically, only receiving a tilt of the head in response to his words."Uh, your cheek. It's bleeding, or was, I don't know but it looks sore."He brushes his own fingers over his cheek to indicate where on the others face.

The head tilt only continues, a look of confusion washed of their face as they stare at Dallon as if never seen a human being before. They open their mouth, releasing a sound that Dallon can only describe as a goddamn Meow followed by the appearance of two triangular cat ears to appear on top of their head, hidden under their hair.

"What the-"Dallon cuts himself off, scrambling to stand onto his feet, his eyes never leaving the potential. His eyes widen whenever he notices that they don't just have cat ears but a silky tail to watch which sways peacefully behind them as they stare up at Dallon."Right, okay-"

"Meow."

"What the fuck?"Dallon whispers more to himself than to anyone else, still staring at the hybrid that remains sitting on the pavement. They look unalarmed by Dallons reaction."I'm just sleep deprived, that's it. I'm just hallucinating. Yeah, that's it."He gives the hybrid one last glance, sucking in a deep breath as he turns to continue walking with his heart beating in his chest.

"Meow?"The hybrid lets out a confused sound whenever Dallon starts to walk away, deciding to follow after him because well, he never said not to.

Here's your first chapter! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing bc OMF I already love fucking writing this (:

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