Band Fanfiction (One-Shots)

Ryden >> Sex Ed

written by: LostKilljoy_ and I

Mr. Way sighed over the talkative students. "Class, you're going to have to quiet down and follow directions!"

Josh, a yellow-haired boy, rolled his eyes. "And why should we?" The class laughed as Josh smirked, obviously proud of his lame comeback.

The young teacher scratched his chin and grabbed a white carton out of his mini fridge. He slapped it down on his desk, scaring the students.

"Disobey me, and I will throw this whole carton of coconut milk at you."

"Isn't that illegal?" another student named Dan said, his dimples prominently displayed.

Mr. Way ignored him and opened the door to reveal a short man, who looked old enough to be in his twenties. The mysterious man walked in, briefcase in hand.

"Class, this is Mr. Iero, your new student teacher. Be respectful," Mr. Way smiled mischeviously.

The rather small class of delinquents fidgeted in their seats. "Sir, this is only sex ed. Why do we need a student teacher?" a small sophomore named Ryan commented.

"Because. Don't talk back."

"Then how are we supposed to reply or ask questions?" a tall freshman named Brendon smirked as he threw his white shirt off.

"Brandon, put the shirt back on or you will get the milk!"

"Keep it off," Ryan demanded as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

Mr. Way, clearly frustrated and humiliated in front of Mr. Iero, snatched the milk carton and threw it at Ryan. It exploded once it hit his crotch.

Ryan doubled over in pain, but only tasted milk. "Uh, sorry, Mr. Ross, I overreacted. Mr. Urie, go get him a fresh pair of pants, will you? Hurry!"

Ryan and Brendon ran out of the classroom together and into the men's bathroom. Brendon shrugged and pulled his pants off.

Throwing them at Ryan, he crouched into a bathroom stall. "I'll be alright. Change into those and you'll be good."

Ryan reluctantly replaced his blue jeans with Brendon's black ones. "Nice butt."

Ryan whipped around to see Brendon staring at him. Or, rather, his butt.

"Lay off." Ryan was quite perplexed. This new student, no, this freshman, had the audacity to even look at him. "The only reason I'm not slapping you right now is because of these pants."

Brendon laughed, a rush of adrenaline circling through his forehead.

"The only reason I'm not slapping your bootay right now is because that's technically assault," he turned his head toward the wall, "and that's kind of illegal."

"Thanks, Captain Obvious." Ryan practically flew out the door, trying to get far away from Brendon.