Mr. Urie is my teacher. I am his student. Sometimes students fall for their teachers. But really, he wasn't supposed to fall for me too.
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"This your house?" He asked me. The car ride was boring. I waited about thirty minutes and he took me home. Nothing more, nothing less. He turned off the radio when we got into the car.
"Yeah, thanks Mr.Urie," I got out of the car.
"See you tomorrow, Alana!" He drove off before I got inside. I fumbled through my backpack for my keys. I felt my key poke my finger.
"Fuck," I whispered and quickly retracted my finger from my backpack. It had a dot of blood on the tip. I stared at the red drop and grabbed the keys with the other hand. I unlocked the door and retrieved a bandaid. The only bandaids we had in the house were little cupcake ones. I dropped my backpack on the floor and grabbed some cold pizza from the fridge. I sat on the couch and flipped through television channels and I slowly fell asleep.
I had a dream about Mr. Urie. We were in a bedroom. Everything seemed so rich and expensive.
"Alana,"He had a sudden gruffness to his voice. His deeper voice was sexy.
"Yes, Mr. Urie," I whispered. He kissed me and I began to blush.
"Baby, you know you can call me Brendon," he wrapped his arms around me. I kissed him back. I knew I was dreaming, but I wished this was reality. We snuggled up on the silk bed sheets.
"I love you, Alana Voyles," he said quietly.
"I love you too, Brendon Urie," I smiled looked into his eyes.
He stared back into my eyes,"I can't wait until you're mine."
I heard the door slam and I suddenly awoke. My mom dropped everything at the door and sat on the couch next to me.
"You must have had a good dream," She said and grabbed a slice of somewhat cold pizza from next to me.
"Why do you say that," I nervously said. Did I say his name?
"You were smiling while you were sleeping, I've never seen you do that."
