The Death Of A Bachelor - Brendon Urie teacherxstudent fanfic au

CHAPTER SIX REALISATION

That's what I wished had happened.

I awoke from my daydream, realising that Mr Urie and I were still in an embrace. We were like that for a few moments, when I thought I heard quiet crying. Mr Urie quickly removed himself from me, and wiped his eyes, pretending that he wasn't crying.
"It's ok to cry...everyone needs to. You shouldn't feel ashamed to," I whispered.
"I-I'm not ashamed...I just..." He murmured something before getting up and going somewhere.
I sighed and returned to my temporary bedroom, taking off my jeans and slipping into the bed, getting comfortable in the duvet.

***

I heard a few soft knocks on the door as I rubbed my eyes and yawned, before stretching.
"Scarlet?" I heard Mr Urie say.
"Yeah?" I answered groggily.
"Come on, you have to get up or we'll be late!"
"For what?"
"Well for me, it's work. For you, it's school."
I groaned, not wanting to go to school today. Well, at least it was Friday.
I pulled on my jeans, and opened the door to find Brendon going down the stairs.
"Hey, can I have a shower?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah, last door down the hall. Here's a towel," He said, opening a closet and pulling out a white towel.
"Thanks," I smiled gratefully.
"You don't have a fresh shirt to change into, do you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, no." I said, completely forgetting.
"Hang on,"
He ran into his bedroom and emerged a few seconds later, holding a t-shirt in his hands, offering it to me.
"I don't think my pants'll fit you..." He smirked.
"No, thanks for the shirt though." I smiled back.
"No problemo."

I walked into the bathroom, placing the towel and shirt on the closed toilet seat, stripping from my clothes. I stepped into the shower, turning it on and feeling grateful for the hot water.
Once I had finished, I wrapped the towel around me and dried myself off, putting yesterday's jeans on and the t-shirt I was given, which turned out to be what seemed like a normal black shirt, but had Jack Skellington on the pocket.
I went downstairs to find Mr Urie eating some toast, half dressed with only his shirt and pants on.
"Hi," He smiled, "Want some breakfast?"
"No, I'm ok." I said, although I was pouring a mug of coffee.
"We should go to your house...get your stuff." Mr Urie said, though he knew I may not want to.
"Yeah...I guess..." I said, looking at the floor.
"I'll go with you, if you want." He said, meeting his eyes with mine.

***

I opened my front door, finding a note taped to the fridge.

Scarlet

I'm gone, and I won't be back. You've probably told them...and I can't risk being near.

Dad

He's no father of mine.
I grabbed my books and stuff and walked back to Mr Urie's car, my bag in my lap.

(A/N) MERRY CHRISTMAS!