Chapter 7

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Dear Diary,

We told everybody about me and Ryan. They all seemed too be super happy for us. Jon and Spencer are getting closer and closer to becoming a couple and I think Andy has feelings for Joe. Pete and Patrick are really happy together and i know me and Ryan are too. So are Tyler and Josh.

We also made a friend at the pizza place. His name is Gerard. He seemed really cool though I'm not sure his I feel about meeting so many new people. I'm just so used to it being just me and Spencer.

My brother and my parents doing know about me and Ryan yet. I know my brother will hurt me when he finds out and my parents will be more disappointed in me. I don't care anymore. I have the guys to help me if anything happens.

Well that's all for now I write soon

Brendon

It was Monday again I we had to head back to school.

I quickly got ready and heard my phone buzz. I checked to see who the message was from.

Pete:
Hurry your ass up. Or I will leave without you.

Confused, I looked out my window to see Pete's car outside.

I grabbed my backpack and bolted out the door running as fast as I can.

I opened Pete's car door and buckled myself in, completely out of breath.

"I should really do more running in gym class. I am so out of shape." I said, gasping for air.

"How much have you done?" Pete asked.

"You just saw it."

Pete laughed so hard he began to cry.

"Its not funny Peter!"

He wiped his eyes. "Your right its not. Its fucking hilarious!"

I glared at him as he started the car driving us to school.

As we reached the school we saw all our friends waiting for us by the old tree in front of the building.

We made our way inside before I heard my name over the loud speakers.

I groaned as everyone made ooo's and aw you're in trouble as I made my way to the main office.

The school secretary Mrs. Kaye Dent was on the phone and held up perfectly manicured nail to indicate she needed. A minute.

I like Mrs. Dent. She was super nice and as it turned out, she used to work at a beauty salon. Which always explains why her hair, makeup, and nails are always so perfect.

We got along well. She understands what it is like to come from a Mormon home. Last year she told me that when her granddaughter was born, they talked down on her and refused to accept her granddaughter because her parents were not married when she was born. I felt so bad for Mrs. Dent and her poor granddaughter.

She hung up the phone and turned her attention to me.

"Hello Mr. Urie. Mr Pawl would like to speak with you." I nodded curious to see what my art teacher would want from me.

I opened the door to his room shutting it behind me.

His head snapped when he heard the door shut.

"Hello Mr. Urie." He said with a smile. "Sit I have a matter to discuss with you."

A red flag blared in my head. When a teacher says they have a "matter to discuss with you", it means something bad. And that made me even more anxious because I haven't done anything wrong.

Reluctantly I sat down.

"Well Mr. Urie, I have talked with the school board in a discussion about a school moral. And I want none other than than you to paint it."

I was speechless. He wanted me. Of all people in the school, he wanted me to paint it.

"So what do you say? Are you up to it?"

"Yes of course! I'd be happy too Sir!"

He smiled. "Well I'm glad to hear it. I looks forward to seeing your work."

"Thank you sir." He nodded and gave me a pass for my tardiness.

I left excited to tell the others.

Yo what's up. I'm back. Sorry i haven't updated. But here I am now!

Sorry its short but I figured it needed an update.

Also the school secretary in this story is my Grandma Kaye. As I recently found out, she actually was the school secretary at Brendon's school. And my second cousin was the school principal.

And the whole thing with her family hating me, is true sadly.

My family can be cruel.

Also my neck is so sore from falling down a flight of stairs so that's fun.

Anywhore I hope you enjoyed this.

Bye my majestic waffles!

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