The Only Difference Between Love and Envy is Press Coverage

It IS A Side Effect Of The Cocaine

Brendon Urie had always been a star student. His teachers complimented him in every school he'd ever attended. Passing classes was like a second nature to him. Not to insinuate that he didn't have to try, because he did. But just to say that ever during the times when he didn't try as hard, he still got the top grades. Education was his top priority. It always had been. His parents made sure to tell him that your education was the only way to success. So he always put it first... Until now.

It wasn't as if he'd just placed his education on the back burner, because he hadn't. It was in a close second to what was more important now. And what was more important now was Ryan Ross.

Not to blame him one hundred percent, but Ryan was probably the reason the academic part of college didn't seem as important to Brendon anymore. Thanks to him, for the first time in his life, Brendon had other things to focus on. Like fashion trends, parties, reputations, friends and his relationship. It was fun not being the goody two shoes son his parents raised him to be.

Now he was skipping classes to go to the mall or shopping or early lunch. Now he was doing his homework at the last minute because he actually had other shit to do. Now he was falling alseep in class with his boyfriend because they'd both stayed up until sun up and didn't have the energy to learn. Now he was calling sick into work every other day to party with his friends or just hang out with his Ryan.

And rebellion had never felt so damn good. Well, some parts of rebellion were good. What he was experiencing now was the bad part of rebellion. The consequences. He was standing in front of his French Literature classroom alone with his professor. The man had asked him to stay after class was dismissed and Brendon was sure it wasn't to praise his work.

"Mr. Urie," He glanced down at the papers on his desk. Lifting them in his hands and straightening the edges of them by tapping it on his desk.

"Yes, sir?"

"Do you know what my patience and your recent assigned essay have in common?"

"No, sir?"

"They both are non existent."

Brendon burst out laughing. He didn't really think the situation was funny. It was just a defense mechanism he'd developed as a child. When he felt nervous or uncomfortable, he either cried or laughed hysterically. And since the professor's little joke was slightly amusing, his body chose to laugh.

"There is nothing funny about the situation." The man snapped. "This is the third essay you've failed to turn in. You've missed a ridiculous amount of days. And when you come to my room you're either asleep or late as hell. What is going on with you, Mr. Urie."

"I've just been extremely busy with work and some personal issues-"

"Work and personal issues are not my problem. Your grades in this class are my problem. You're going to end up failing this-"

"Then why did you ask?" He muttered sassily.

"Excuse me?" The professor's thick, gray eyebrows shot up.

"Why did you ask what was going on if you didn't care? That seems a bit redundant to me."

"Are you getting sassy with me, Mr. Urie?"

The tone of his voice reminded Brendon who he was talking to. This man could fail him with no problem. What had gotten into him? Since when did he argue with teachers?

"You heard him." Ryan's confident voice filled the empty room as he walked to the front of the class. He stopped beside Brendon. Glaring at the professor angrily. The man looked instantly uncomfortable. "Did you just ask him what was going on so that you could give him a dick answer?"