It was all a bit of a cliché when Mackenzie first saw him.
The blonde over brown dyed hair, the beanies, the dark smudged eyeliner, the sad blue eyes that matched an 'im okay, im trying' smile, the flowery doc martins, the musky cologne, the tattoos, the token acoustic guitar he carried around on his back.
Mackenzie admitted to falling a bit too hard and a bit too fast but to be honest this one hurt, like he was getting pricked by dark sharp thorns in the same raw bleeding wound.
It hurt because he was breathtaking, a cliché but fucking breathtaking.
It hurt because up until the top 5, Mackenzie didnt know the reason behind those eyes and that eyeliner and that hasty put together smile. He didnt know the suffering, and he felt guilty for not being there.
It hurt because he knew Dalton knew about his-infatuation. Not that Mackenzie told him or anything, more because Dalton had probably gotten that same head over heels fucking look he had got from Mackenzie from a thousand other people in his lifetime.
And it hurt because Dalton, one night, had clarified he was uninterested in anything but girls -oh, yeah. that was the one that hurt the most. The kicker. He wasnt into guys.
But wasnt just thorns- there was a bud as well, a tiny, seemingly insignificant little spot of dull green, but oh there was a bud, and there was a hint-the tiniest hint of a bright red rose petal.
Dalton knew, Mackenzie knew Dalton knew- whether it was a tiny inkling feeling or not-that he had some idea of his love. He was pretty smart after all.
But it was okay, because Dalton let Mackenzie hold his hand when he was nervous before the show
It was okay, because Dalton let Mackenzie calm him down after a bad performance, and Dalton would cry and shake and scream that he didnt want to be seen, that he wanted to be left alone in their hotel room but Mackenzie would open the door anyway and rub his back and get him a glass of water and do insignificant things around the room whilst reminding him that they did share a room, and that he also needed a place to sleep.
It was okay, because the second after the show ended after the top three where announced, Dalton came bounding up to him to give him a hug.
And it was definitely okay, because before hugging Dalton goodbye before going home, Dalton gave Mackenzie a small shy smile, accompanied by flushed cheeks and darting eyes and fidgeting fingers, before reaching up and kissing Mackenzie on the cheek.
It hurt, but it was okay.
A/N: hahahhahahahhh i still dont know how to end fics what a surprise. Also its a FRIDAY wow and im back with a Dalton/Mackenzie fic.
In other news im 18 now i can do whatever the frick i want!.! do you hear me! ! lol nah im still a whipped lil bitch for my ships.
IDK what this was i just rly like dalton alright? Some of this is shit i just wanted to put something out there.
Ps to ya'll who dont know the fic is titled after Mackenzies song Roses #relevant and that song really suits this ship thats why i used the rose analogy.