"Dude, say yes! He wants to be your damn sugar daddy and you have to take that opportunity!" Sarah, Brendon's best friend says, as Brendon tells her about the dinner he'd had last night, with Dallon.

She herself had been seeing a sugar daddy for almost a year and she always told Brendon about everything he got her.

That's why Brendon had wanted to tell her about the encounter, before talking to any of his other friends about it. He just knew that Sarah would understand it better and not make fun of him for it.

"But what if he wants to do things I don't want?" "Well, he said it himself, he wants to make an arrangement with you! That means that you get the space to set all the boundaries you need and he'll tell you about his boundaries." "Well... I just don't know what my boundaries really are and I... what if he wants me to move in with him?" "First of all, he's not going to do that and second of all, even if he does, you tell him that you're not ready for that."

Brendon nods, before grabbing his phone and texting Dallon, telling him that he had been thinking and that he wanted to make an arrangement with him.

When he puts his phone away, Sarah smiles at him.

"I swear, having a sugar daddy is pretty chill. I mean, if you have an arrangement like I have, you'll just get an allowance every month. But yeah, Richard isn't a business man, like Dallon is. Maybe that Dallon will take you on his business trips!" "Wow, what?" "I mean, Dallon probably goes on business trips all the time and maybe he'll take you along." "I-I don't know."

Sarah gives Brendon a pitiful smile and pats his knee.

"Dude, it'll be fine. As I said before, you guys are going to make an arrangement. You should write down all the things you want and don't want." "Could you maybe help me?" "I haven't seen you this nervous since you first asked one of your crushes out." "I've never had a damn sugar daddy before! I don't know what I'm doing and you do because you've had a sugar daddy for a while now."

Brendon gets up and gets some pen and paper, before walking back to the couch and sitting down. His phone buzzes again and he looks at it, seeing that Dallon has texted him back.

Sarah snatches his phone and smiles as she reads the text.

"Ohh, he wants to have lunch with you tomorrow so you two can talk about it." "Yeah, I know... But now I need to get that list." "Alright then. Uhm, what is something that you want, from Dallon?" "Nothing, really. I mean, money." "Yeah, but how much per month?" "Dude, how would I know?"

Sarah sighs and rolls her eyes, grabbing the pen and paper from Brendon and looks at him again.

"Alright, we'll just start with the things you don't want to do." "Alright. I don't want to move in with him, I don't want sex... or maybe I do... I don't know." "Just continue with the rest." "I don't mind going along on dates, or other things, like business stuff..." "Alright. How about family stuff?" "Oh my god... No." "That's really clear. Anything else?" "I don't really know. Maybe I'll think of something later." "Yeah, alright. Hey, don't stress about it too much, it'll be fine. He already wants you because otherwise he wouldn't have asked you to go out to eat, two times!" "I guess you're right. It's just that I have never had a sugar daddy before... I don't know how this shit works." "It can work in different ways, you and Dallon will probably talk about it tomorrow." "Yeah, you're right." "I know. Anyway, do you want to go out to a bar and get drunk?" "Fuck yeah. I'm never going to say no to that." "Awesome. It's my treat."

When they get to the bar, they claim a nice spot in the back and order a bottle of wine.

"I absolutely love this wine," Sarah says, as she takes a sip of it and Brendon just nods in agreement. They always went here, when they had something to celebrate, or if they were both just in a really good mood and they would always order a bottle of that wine.

"Alright, tonight's bottle of wine goes out to you getting a sugar daddy because it was about damn time." "Fine. Cheers." "Cheers."

After they finish the whole bottle of wine, they're both really tipsy and they laugh at everything. Sarah leans closer to Brendon and points behind him, making the short man turn around.

"That dude is so handsome," Sarah says, but Brendon doesn't know who she's talking about.

"There, the guy in the suit. He's sitting at the bar." "Wait... That's Dallon!" Brendon exclaims, a little too hard because Dallon looks up from his drink, after hearing his name. His eyes are searching for the person who said his name and he smiles a little as he sees Brendon sitting there.

"Oh my god, really?" "Yeah!"

Brendon waves at the tall man and giggles a little as Dallon just raises his drink with a wink, before getting up and disappearing in the crowd.

"He's so hot. What the fuck." "I know, right? And he wants me. Can you believe that?" "You are so lucky. Richard is a gross, old man. Dallon is like a model, or something."

Brendon seems proud of the fact that Dallon wants him and Sarah laughs.

"I wanna bet that you're gonna fall in love with him." "I'm not. I want his money, not him." "Who are you kidding?" "No one. It's the truth." "Fine. I bet you 100 bucks that you're gonna fall in love with him." "And I'll bet you a thousand that I won't."

They shake hands and Sarah has a smug smile on her face. She knew she was gonna win because she was always right when it came to these things.

A/N: here, have this. I'm in a good mood after talking to my girl all day :)