Dedicated to TypicalGryffindor
Because reasons ;')
Room 3302
My drum classroom. The door was already open so I walked in to find Patrick?
"Mr.Stump? What are you doing here?" I asked confused.
"Hmm? Oh, what was it," He was thinking, "Oh! Y/N! I'm your substitute for today." He smiled.
"Oh. Who is our normal teacher?" I questioned.
"Your normal teacher? Mr.Hurley."
"Oh! Sweet!" I smiled back at him. Other students started filling in so I took a seat and checked Instagram.
Ding Ding Ding
Anot- holy shit fob posted something.
So what fob was your teachers. It still excites you when bands do things.
You carefully checked Instagram first since you were already there.
"Our weird (I just had a mental breakdown. Spotify g noted me. Back to your un-reguarly scheduled story) video is nominated for rock video of the year. Vote?"
Vote?
Ofc you were going to vote.
"Y/N, please hand me your phone."
Shit
You looked up into Pa-Mr. Stump's blue and yellow eyes.
"B-but sir, I was only voting Fall Out Boy for the VMA's." You argued
"Thanks very much for that but unfortunately school rules are school rules..." He sighed.
You hit the final button to cast your vote before handing your phone to Mr. Stump.
On the brightside, Patrick was holding your phone!
Everyone figured that they would do nothing since they had a substitute, but they forgot something.
Mr. Stump can drum.
Mr. Stump sat at a drum set in the front left corner of the room, grasping the drumsticks.
"Okay, everyone, time to get serious. I want you all to (yes Spotify thanks for playing What A Catch Donnie. What's next? Northern Downpour?) tap your foot to the beat, you know, to learn rythm. After about 30 minutes everything was great until your phone rang.
And your ringtone is Patrick saying 'Thanks Pete'.
To make it even worse, the entire class was silent until the two words rang out. Mr. Stump immediately cringed but the snickers and giggles broke out throughout the classroom.
"Y/N, would you please silent that." Mr. Stump pleaded.
"Um, Mr. Stump, you took it from me.." You reminded him.
"Of course I did." He mumbled barely loud enough for the class to hear as he walked to the teachers desk and grabbed your phone and gave it back to you.
"I don't want to see it again after you silent it." He said sternly.
"Of course sir." You obliged.
Everything was peaceful.
Until it wasn't.
The fire alarm went off.
That blaring siren that everyone hates.
"Okay class! You know the drill! Out to the twenty booth line on the concert field!" Mr. Stump calmly ordered.
As everyone exited you passed the bass class and you caught a glimpse of Mr. Armstrong holding Mr. Wentz by the shirt collar as Mr. Wentz held a smashed bass.
Why does this not surprise you.
~ Time skip of everone sitting on their phones or talking to people, or both for fifteen minutes~
"Everyone is allowed back in. It was a false alarm."
You made your way back to the classroom with hopes of learning more about drumming but it appears time has different plans.
Ding Ding Ding
Yet another class over. One more to go.
Authors note.
Guys! Go vote FOB for the MTV VMA's! As much and I love TØP, fob better win that damn award.
Also side note, PPH will not end once the school day is over, it will continue past it :) I love writing it too much anf you guys seem to enjoy reading it enough for me to keep it going despite slow updates.
Have a great day/night
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