I woke up with a jolt as it all disappeared.
"Babe? What's wrong?" Brendon whispered groggily, sitting up.
"Brendon! You're here, it's okay, it didn't happen." I sighed.
"What are you talking about?" Brendon said, fighting off a grin.
"Nothing, just the worst dream of my life."
Brendon's grin disappeared as he stroked my hair.
"Don't worry. An you don't have to tell me if it triggers you."
He laughed at his own joke and poked my cheek.
"Well done, B, I hate you now. I'll be out in the car." I said, putting a jumper on over my shirt.
"Aw, no, I didn't mean it!" He said.
"Too late now. And I need some fresh air anyway."
He nodded and folded the blanket over himself again.
"Have fun breathing."
"When have I not?" I said, opening and closing the door as swiftly as possible as not to let cold air into the room.
I slowly walked to the car a few feet from the door and counted my steps.
1
2
3
4
5
6
Each step had a different pitch of crunch as I trod on fallen leaves and twigs. Even though I was wearing bunny slippers, I could still feel the uneven ground.
As I got in the car and shut the door, I looked at everything in the car. A few maps in the cup holder and phone chargers still plugged in. I looked at the fuel tank meter and raised an eyebrow.
We filled up just before we got here, but now there was little less than half a tank. Had Brendon been driving in the night without me knowing? Why?
***
"Thanks again, Brendon. See you later, love you." I pecked his lips and smiled as he did the same, before leaving his car. As I slammed the front door closed and huffed, I shoved my suitcase under the stairs.
"Scarlet!" I heard Patrick exclaim as he thundered from the kitchen with Pete.
They both engulfed me with a massive hug.
"Okay, chill out!" I said, letting go and kicking my shoes off.
"Sorry, it's just good to have you back." Patrick said, readjusting his glasses.
"That's an understatement. Everyday he'd ask how many days were left till you came back."
Patrick hit Pete's shoulder.
"I keep telling you, I'm gonna report you to the police for domestic abuse." Pete whined, rubbing his shoulder.
"I've missed you too Patrick, you overprotective nerd."
I walked to the kitchen and opened a cupboard, pulling a cereal bar from a shelf and opening the wrapper.
"How's Ryan?" Pete asked, sitting at the island.
"Huh?"
"How - is - Ryan?" Pete spelled out for me.
Patrick say next to Pete.
"What do you mean? I haven't seen Ryan since just before we left." I said with a raised eyebrow.
"Then who did you go on the roadtrip with?" Patrick asked.
"Oh- yeah I did go with Ryan. He just..." My breathing quickened and my mouth went dry.
"Don't lie, Scarlet." Patrick said sternly.
"My boyfriend, Brendon."
"How many boyfriends do you have?" Pete asked.
"Just Brendon."
"So why did you lie?"
"Because you might not like him."
Patrick gasped.
"Does he smoke? Does he does drugs? Is he sexual all the time? Is he a rebel against society?"
Yes, yes, yes and yes.
"No, no, no and no." I answered.
Pete scratched his head.
"So why wouldn't we like him?" He asked.
"Because...he's a little older."
"How old?" Patrick said through gritted teeth.
"He's 23..." I mumbled quietly.
"What?" Pete questioned.
"He's 23." I said even louder.
Patrick looked at the floor and pushed his hair from his face.
"It could be worse...but it's still bad. Does he have a job? An apartment? How did you even meet?"
"He has a house less than a mile away, and he's a teacher--"
"Please tell me this isn't going where I think it is." Pete pleaded.
"And I was struggling in English, so I found a tutor online."
It was half true. He was my teacher, but I didn't find him online.
"So when are we gonna meet him? I assume you've been together for a while." Patrick said.
"Yeah, nearly a year now, but I don't know..."
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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,"
