"Pat! I'm back!" I yelled, throwing my bag onto the couch.
Patrick was my mom's brother, and despite her not seeing him for at least a decade, he willingly signed up to be my legal guardian.
"Holy smokes!" I heard him yell, which was followed by a loud bang.
"Whoa, what the fuck happened here?" I asked, seeing pots and pans all over the floor.
"Who the Hell keeps their pans in a cupboard like that?! Are you a dang satanist?!"
"Yes, Trick. There's a salt pentagram on my windowsill."
He didn't even look surprised, instead he put them all back.
"What's for dinner, Pattycakes?" I asked, knowing his nickname would annoy him.
"Don't call me that." He said seriously, thinning his eyes at me.
"Whatever, I guess we could always fry your fedora." I smiled, tipping his hat off of his head.
"HOW DARE YOU!" He yelled, catching it before it hit the floor as if it were his child. Although, he probably thought it was.
My phone buzzed and when I saw who it was, a smiled.
Gee --
Yo wanna come round mine? 💭
Scar --
Yea I'll be there in half an hour 👟👟
"Nevermind, I'll be at Gerard's and I probably won't be back for a few hours."
"Okay, just be back by nine. It's a school night." Patrick said, shifting his fedora into place on his head again.
"Kay, see you later!" I said, kissing his hat.
He showed a look of annoyance, before taking out his phone.
"Pete'll be over, so don't be surprised if all our food is gone and there's an emo on the couch."
"Oh my God, Trick, you're so gay it actually hurts. I'm turning lesbian just being around you!" I joked, pretending to cough.
"Fuck off, his dick is--"
"GOODBYE PATRICK." I said, walking out the front door immediately.
I shut the door behind me and started walking down the sidewalk, watching my feet step one after the other. For some reason, I thought about Mr Urie again. The same dream I kept having a while ago about him randomly crept into my mind last night again, and I enjoyed it. This time I wanted my mind to make it go further, but it didn't, which disappointed me.
I finally arrived at Gerard's house, and knocked on the door. He answered and let me in, closing the door after me. I noticed his car wasn't in the driveway, so I asked him about it.
"It got towed, and I didn't get it back." He said, scratching his neck.
His red hair fell over his face and he swept it back again.
*
We were kissing on his bed, and his hand crept up my thigh, and with no interruptions, he started to fiddle at the waist of my jeans.
Gerard moaned quietly, which made me smile.
But what made me smile even more was what I was thinking. I imagined Mr Urie where Gerard was, and I felt disgusted with myself for letting him captivate my thoughts like this; especially while I was kissing someone else, but it couldn't be helped.
We both pulled away without breath, and our foreheads rested against each other's.
"Fuck, Scarlet, you're great at that." He breathed, running his fingers through his red locks.
"You too, Gee."
I looked at my phone screen naturally, peeking at the time displayed on the screen.
"Shit Gee, I've gotta go. Text me later." I said.
He walked with me to his front door, and opened it for me, which appreciated, and pecked my lips.
"See you tomorrow, Sugar." He smirked.
"See you tomorrow."
*
I came into my house and walked into the living room slowly and quietly, just in case Pete was in there sleeping. To my surprise, he wasn't, so I sat on the couch and took the remote from the coffee table, and pressed a few buttons. The TV flashed on, and a documentary about giraffes came on. I gladly watched the programme, until it ended and I had nothing to do. I got up from my place and walked to the kitchen slowly, due to the fact that I had just been sitting down for an hour.
I searched through the fridge, only finding some leftover takeaway Chinese noodles. I shrugged my shoulders and heated them in the microwave.
You'll never guess what I thought about.
I felt so guilty and awful, because I was with Gerard. I couldn't be thinking about other men in such a situation, especially my English teacher. But I couldn't help it. His lips were irresistible.
Shit.
Gerard didn't deserve me - he deserved someone who wouldn't think of other men while kissing him, and someone who would only think of him intimately.
The ring of the microwave awoke me from my daydream, and I took out the noodles.
I need to sort this out.
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The Death Of A Bachelor - Brendon Urie teacherxstudent fanfic au
Fanfiction"Not a lot of people can say they're in love. But not a lot of people are in love with their English teacher, either,"
