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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(Just causally adding a song)
"Alana," he laid me in his bed and push my hair lightly behind my ear. I bit my lip and ran my fingers across his perfectly sculpted cheeks. "You're so perfect for me."
"Your kisses are addictive," I giggled and booped his nose.
"Well, you're worse than nicotine," he smirked and kissed me repeatedly.
He drove me home from the hospital and I was staying at his house. I didn't want to stay with my mom right now and doctors said I need someone to watch over me. I grabbed the rugged photo out of my back pocket, and I taped the taped photo back on his wall above his bed.
"We can take another photo, Alana," he chuckled and looked at the crumpled up and beaten photo.
I thought it represented our relationship. We worked hard and had a few rips along the way, but we worked hard for the big picture. I know, it sounds ridiculous and we've only been dating a week. We've gone through things most couples haven't and we have a long way to continue.
"I like it, Bren." I gazed admirably at it. He shrugged and got out of bed.
"Doctor said you needed plenty of rest, I'll let you sleep," he walked out of the room and shut the door softly.
I took a moment and looked around the room. The walls were a light grey and everything seemed very sophisticated, the bed covers were nice and soft. I rubbed the sheet across my cheek and smelled them. It smelt like Brendon. I saw a few photos on his dresser. I got up to inspect them. A old picture of a woman and a man holding a baby was in the photo. Perhaps his parents? There was a small framed photo of Frank Sinatra and a few candles. They weren't scented, purely decoration. I slowly opened the top drawer and peeked in. I know I was being noisy, but my curiosity got the best of me. The drawer was full of underwear and socks. I shut it quickly and retreated back to bed. I glanced at my phone. Tomorrow was Monday. Tomorrow started the last week of school. Five days until graduation on Friday.
I put a pair of sweat pants on that Brendon set out for me and I left on the tank top I had on. These sweat pants must be Brendon's they were a bit big for me. They were nice and cozy. I went down stairs and found him sitting on his couch and eating chips. He opened his eyes widely and was about to argue with me being out of bed.
"Bren, I'm fine," I told him. I was hungry. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Are you hungry? What would you like?" He followed me.
"Pizza," I told him as I peered into his fridge.
"I will order one, what do you want on it?" He got out his phone and dialed the number.
"I dunno, maybe some pepperoni," I shrugged and closed the fridge door. "Do you have any sweet tea?"
