What happens behind the Blue Door, Stays behind the Blue Door.

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"Alright, settle down... so we were going to surprise you with a field trip... However, that all depends on whether Mr. Urie decides to show up within the next 15 minutes. He hasn't been here all morning so I doubt he will be, anyway without him the class will be a chaparone down and thats against regulations so... feel free to talk amongst yourself for a while" Mr Harris tells us. A bunch of grunts and sighs come from the students.

"Trust that asshole to fuck a field trip up for us" Spencer whines.

"Probably too busy fucking someone" Linda adds. They're sat behind me, not knowing I can hear them. I wonder where Brendon is, is he alright? I hope he's not 'fucking someone else' I snicker a little at that thought. Maybe I should text him... is that too needy? No you're just asking if he's okay. I turn around and talk to Spence and Linda for the next fifteen minutes.

"You know I saw him this morning" a student announces infront of everyone. "He walked past my house in his pyjamas"

"When?" Mr. Harris asks

"This morning at like two thirty"

"He's crazy, I'm not gonna lie" Harris let's out in a sigh.

"Told you, he was clearly fucking someone and sneaking out in the middle of the night" Spence let's out under his breath. I roll my eyes at him.

"I heard he got arrested for vandalism whilst intoxicated" another student speaks up

"Alright stop making things up" Harris tells him, the 15 minutes passes and still no sign of Urie.

"We'll it looks like your field trip is cancelled... whenever Mr. Urie turns up you can all tha-" Mr. Harris is interrupted by Brendon walking through the door, the whole class stares at him. "Urie, nice of you to show up, un-expected field trip, let's go, to the parking lot, there's a bus waiting" he orders, doing a head count as everyone practically bolts out of the door.

"I didn't know private schools had busses" I hear him joke with Mr. Harris, they both laugh. They're standing outside of the bus waiting for the driver, whilst the class waits on the bus, I can see them out the window, listening to their conversation.

--Brendon's pov--

"You have a fight or something?" Harris asks me

"What?"

"Your hand, what did you do?"

"Oh yeah huge fight, took down three guys" I joke

"Wait... left hand, isn't that your masturbating hand?"

"Nah man, I alternate between hands, whichever one goes numb first when I sit on them"

"You're fucking disgusting Urie, no wonder you're single" he let's out whilst laughing. "Pete apparently heard you got arrested for being drunk in public and vandali- it's true isn't it" I tried to hide it when he mentioned but he knows me quite well.

"Sort of, I was drunk and possibly put my hand through a phone box window, kicked a few bins over, had a loud tantrum. I didn't get arrested though, the police just 'escorted' me home"

"Seriously!... sounds about right for you though, why were you on your pyjamas?"

"Dreams" is all I tell him, he understands, how did he know I was in Pyjamas?

"Oh... Dallon?"

"Yeah"

"Still?"

"Yeah"

"Man, go to a therapist or something, anyway You're lucky you turned up when you did, I was gonna make the students take a mock test paper if you hadn't showed up"

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