Save The Hero

one

Chapter 1

In the world, there are many known facts. Like water will always be ¾ of the world. Pi will always be 3.14. And to everyone in our story, a very well known fact is that Brendon Urie is a bully. To them, he was scary. Word is he knocked out a tiger with his bare hands when he was in Africa. Some say that he beat up one kid so hard that the poor kid started to have a seizure because it was so bad. Wherever he walked people began to whisper and some would even shiver.

"Hey! It's the B-Man! What's up bro!" Dallon, his best friend gave an almost bone-crushing 'bro-hug.' Ever since they were twelve, it had always been Brendon, Dallon, Spencer and Pete.

"Hey have you heard of that new kid? His name's Ryan or some shit." Spencer pulled an annoyed face.

"Oh shit, I think he's in my Literature class." Brendon replied

Pete chimed in, "Man, he's in my English class. He's a fucking fag, dude."

That's when Meagan slipped herself into Pete's arms "Hey, I think we should go to class. Hey babe." she says, giving Pete a short peck on the lips.

Brendon looked around, slouching in his chair. In his new Literature class, there wasn't anyone he really knew. There were a few people he had been in a few classes with a last year and a few years back but he hadn't really talked to them.

"Hey, is this seat taken?" a boy asks.

"Yes, sit somewhere else." Brendon replies. Albeit Brendon's voice sounded thick and intimidating, the boy still sat down in the chair he'd asked for.

"I'm Ryan! And my gut tells me were going to be great friends." Brendon sighs. Jesus Christ.

After an hour of the teacher rambling on about things that Brendon couldn't honestly care less about. Brendon looked as his test paper. He didn't know any of this shit.

A familiar voice chimed in "You know, if you need help, you can just ask. It's an open book quiz after all." It was Ryan, the boy who sat in the chair. The boy his friends were talking about earlier.

Brendon pulled off a face that was in the middle of a grin and a smirk.

"As if a useless, stupid queer like yourself could help me." {A/N: that's mean don't say that to anyone pls.}

Ryan shrugged it off. "Capulet."

"What?"

"The answer to number three is Capulet. Juliet's last name is Capulet. Brendon checked the book he was given by his, 'irritating fuckface of a teacher'

Ryan was right. He scribbled down the the name Capulet. He didn't want to say thank you; because wouldn't it be so embarrassing for the legendary Brendon Urie to say thank you to a useless faggot? {A/N: omfg that was so hard for me to write jfc. Don't call anyone a useless faggot pls tnx guys}

"You're welcome. Your eyes kind of give away the fact that you're grateful."

What the fuck was he doing to me? Brendon thought. Because he wasn't annoyed for the first time, he didn't want to beat the fuck out of him. Which is really different. Brendon Urie wasn't one to not hate someone so optimistic.

So what was different?