Feelings. Brallon (Teacher x Student)

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My first day. Holy shit.

It's my first time here at Berwick High School. Yes it is my senior year and I'm excited but yet again it's my FIRST TIME HERE! For everyone else it's just their first day back. I'm walking along the sidewalk that's right next to the school and I'm seeing a lot of people piling inside. I had to move schools because of bullying...

At my old school I got bullied for being different than everyone else. For example I would get bullied for being gay because I had feelings for someone. His name was Ryan but he turned out to be the biggest bitch you could ever think of. One day I told one of my so called 'friends' about my feelings for him then right behind my back they told him. When he found out he immediately came up to me to confront me about it saying that he was straight and that he would never date a scum like me. After he said that he beat me up in front of the whole school. I felt heartbroken. Ever since the school saw what he did they stayed away from me and the bulling never stopped so that's why I'm here.

To get a fresh new start.

Well hopefully. I'm just nervous about what will happen.

I walk inside and I look at the paper the school gave me. It had my locker along with the combination and it had my schedule. It even has a map of the school. That's good now I can get around easier! I look to see my locker number 678

I look along the wall of lockers and I finally find it. I put in my combination and I put up my backpack. I grab my books and I head to my first period English.

I look at the map and I look for Mrs. Philips room for English. When I find it I begin to walk to the her room.

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"Welcome back to school everyone! So I hope you all had a good summer!" The class sees Mrs. Philips walk in. I hear some groans and some sighs around the room. I just stay silent. "So today is just going to be easy! What we will do is stand up to introduce ourselves. Now I want to start in the front row and make our way back." I don't really know what to say honestly...
"Now just stand up, say your name and a few things about you!" She smiles but no one gives in.

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It's now my turn so I stand up. "Hello my names Brendon uh I play guitar along with some piano. It's my first time here ever so yeah that's about it for me." I sit back down and avoid eye contact from anyone around the room.

"Alright well welcome Brendon! Now class is just about over so you can just talk quietly amongst yourselves!"

I sit and keep to myself. I decide to see what I have next.
Social studies

Great...

DING DING DING

almost everyone piles out of the classroom all at once. I get up and grab my stuff trying to not get run over by anyone. I walk down the hall and take a right then I find the room. I walk in and sit down. I pull out my book and read because again I don't want any social interaction with anyone honestly because again new area, new school, my gay self... yeah not gonna happen.
I then hear the teacher walk in. "Hello everyone! I'm Mrs. Smith and I'm your social studies teacher! So I don't have anything for you to do today so just do whatever. Oh and can someone take this down to Mr. Weekes for me?" She looks at everyone with a folder in her hand. Nobody cares to say 'hey I'll help'

"So nobody want to help? Ok then. You-" she points at me. "Take this down to Mr. Weekes please." She points the folder at me so I nod and get up to grab it. I walk out with the folder and my paper and look to see where his classroom is. Room 688

I walk down the hall and make a left then make a right. I stop in front of two double doors. I look at the sign on the wall and read it.

Mr. Weekes
Music
Room 688
Seems about right. I turn the nob and walk in only to be met by a tall man with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
He walks over to me. "Hello! What can I do for ya?"
I stare into his eyes for a bit before speaking. "Oh um this is from Mrs. Smith" I say while handing him the folder. "Oh thank you! I've been expecting this! Here come with me." He leads me over to the piano in the corner of the room. "Nice Piano" I say shyly. He chuckles. "Thanks. Do you play?"
I reply with a quiet "yes" and his eyes lighten up. "That's awesome!" He hands me another folder. "Give this to Mrs. Smith when you get back please." I nod and walk over to the door. Before I walked out Mr. Weekes stopped me. "Hey are you new here? You don't look to familiar." I give a small nod. "Oh well welcome to Berwick! What's your name?"

"B-Brendon sir. Brendon Urie."

"Oh well like I said welcome to Berwick Brendon! Now get back to class you don't want to keep Mrs. Smith waiting!" I smile a bit and I walk back to her room. When I finally get back I hand her the folder Mr. Weekes gave me. "Thank you." She says while I sit back down.

Ding Ding Ding

The bell goes off. I grab my stuff and head to my next period.

Time skip till the end of the day

It's now 8th period. Well I'm walking to it now. I have music with Mr. Weekes. I walk inside and I put my things under my chair and I watch students pile in.
Soon enough, the tall giraffe walks in. "Hello class! I'm Mr. Weekes and I'm your music teacher. So today what I want to do is see who are my altos and Sopranos. Now please form a line in front of my piano so I can see what section to put you in.
The whole class gets up and forms a line. I'm in the back.
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Everyone went and it's now my turn. "Hey Brendon! Glad to have you in my class! Now can you just sing a song. Any song of your choice?"
I nod and think of a song. I decide to go with one that I wrote myself. I clear my throat and sing.

The moment you arrived, they built you up, the sun was in your eyes, you couldn't believe it. Riches all around, you're walking, Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it. Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you.

An: yada yada get to the chorus

But nobody knows you now, when you're dying in LA! And nobody owes you now when you're dying in LA!

I stop and I look over at Mr. Weekes. His mouth is wide open in shock. "I'm so sorry if I made you deaf!" I say with worry.
"B-Brendon...that was amazing! Oh my god you sounded so good!" I look down and blush a bit. "T-thanks."
He smiles and writes down saying that I'm an alto. Whoop whoop

I take my seat and wait until class was over.

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Ding Ding Ding

The school day is finally over. My first day didn't go to bad than I thought! I grab my stuff and walk toward the door. Everyone already piled out so I'm the last one to leave. Before I could walk out Mr. Weekes stopped me. "Hey Brendon could you come here for a second?"

I turn around and walk over to him at his piano. "Y-yes sir?"
"Hey um I was wondering if you wanted to play my piano. You said you played so I figured I could let you play."

I smile and nod. I sit down and play. My fingers glide over they keys. Again Mr. Weekes looks impressed. I stop and look at him. He nods in amazement.

"How about you sing. You sound amazing when you sing. Please do it again."

My heart speeds up. "O-ok."

I then sing another one of my songs that I wrote.

Wether near or far, I am always yours, any change in time, we are young again. Lay us down, we're in love. Lay us down, we're in love.

I sing the soft chorus of the song

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

Mr. Weekes stops me. "Ok Brendon that's enough."

I look down. Did he not like it? Does he think I'm not good enough? My head speaks.

I look back at him only to see tears in his eyes.

"Brendon...where did you learn that song?"

"Um sir I wrote it myself. The song I sung earlier was also something I've written." I blush from embarrassment.

"Wow Brendon. You are an amazing song writer! Was that song for anyone? Like written about?"

I shake my head. "It was for one of my crushes back in my junior year. His name was Ryan."

Mr. Weekes froze. "W-wait...He?"

I nod. "Yes Mr. Weekes. He."

What did I just say?!

"Brendon are you gay?"

"Y-yes sir. I've come to Berwick to have a new start. I've been bullied for being gay."

He comes closer to my face. "Listen to me Brendon. I know how you feel."

I look at him confused. "What do you mean?"

He comes closer to my ear and whispers. "Because I'm gay too."