♡A-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Blue, 'cause it's your favorite colour♡
After being expelled, Tyler is sent to a boarding school for 'troubled youths' where a certain teacher catches his eye. But life at Rose Wood Towers is not simple.
Tyler's los...
A/n: I'm crying because I love Ryan Ross so fucking much and I really miss his music and he deserves so much more attention and credit for his work in Panic! At The Disco.
The Young Veins were also such a good band; I could listen to Ryan's soothing voice all day long.... Well that is what I've been doing already...
Also, can people stop harassing Brendon in his insta lives about Ryan (the milk fic). I get that people ship them -I do a lot- but it's not right to keep bringing the past up to Brendon. He gets uncomfortable talking about it so stop asking him about it and don't hate on Sarah, because she is a queen <3
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Tyler's Pov:
Second day of school. So far, it hadn't been going much better than yesterday. As usual, it's the same old scenario; trying my hardest to get through all six lessons a day without feeling the need to die.
First period sucked. Mrs.Black is a complete bitch to me in English- I'm not sure why though, I consider myself to be a very pleasant student.
Maths was my second lesson of the day, that already seemed to have been dragging on for ages. Ryan had lead me towards the back of the classroom where we took our seats at the desk, waiting for the teacher to arrive.
Sitting boredly, I tugged uncomfortably at my white tie that was hanging tightly around my neck. I still wasn't used to the uniform and didn't think I'd ever be, despite Ryan commenting on how is was not that bad. The uniform was thatbad. Posh blazers and button up shirts?! I might as well just have added a top hat to finish up the look..... However, that's Patrick's style. Definitely not my taste in fashion.
I looked up hearing a soft padding of feet echoing outside the classroom before the door was pushed open. In walked the annoyingly familiar face of the Mr.Dun- the teacher I've known since Sunday and completely despise.
Rolling my eyes, I slouched back in my chair.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
"Mrs.Marther has gone down swinging terrible ill," Mr.Dun informed, setting a pile of text books apon the teacher's front desk.
He tilted his chin up, glancing around the class at each student. His eyes landed on me, facial expression looking smug.
He carried on speaking. "Unfortunately, Mrs.Marther's caught a fever so she's in bed resting- hopefully being able to sweat it out soon," The red-headed man spoke, as he leaned back against the edge of the wooden desk. "So I'll covering her maths lessons until she's feeling well."
