the wrong direction [COMPLETED]

five

day 2-the root of your homosexuality

".....OOH WA-A-A-A!"

i recognized that song from anywhere; down with the sickness by disturbed. it was also my alarm so i would get up to turn it off. it's really not that nice to hear screaming in your ear in the morning. but, it gets me moving and semi-alive, even when i've had three hours of sleep, so that's a plus.

"is that seriously your alarm?" a tired dallon asked groggily, the song obviously waking him up suddenly, too.

"don't sound so disappointed, dallon. it's such a lit song," ryan chimed in, adding a what i highly hoped was ironic dab.

"ugh," spencer groaned, but not necessarily surprisedly. it seems as if ryan has dabbed in front of spencer before.

i looked around the cabin and noticed that jon was already up and brushing his teeth, but i have no idea how. it was literally only 7 am, for god's sake, how is he up and running so fast?

"i see you guys wake up ecstatic and ready to go," jon said sarcastically, spencer giving him the stink eye in return.

"yeah, whatever. just shut up and brush your teeth, thot."

"i'm really offended at your vulgar language, ryan. do you kiss our innocent, beloved brendon urie with that mouth? but anyways, our schedules were in the cabin mailbox and i did the honor of putting one of each on your beds for when you would wake up. you can thank me later. breakfast is at 7:20 and class starts at 7:45. be ready because i don't feel like sticking up for you guys right now."

"yeah yeah, whatever. we're getting up," i answered, then getting out of bed and picking my phone up from the nightstand where it was charging.

i saw a got a text from my bitch sister, allie.

"hey brendon, i'm really sorry. i hope when you get home i can make it up to you. xoxo, allie."
read 7:03am

we'll see about that, hoe. maybe if you pay me 1,000 bucks.

anyways, i bent down to get my bag of clothes from under my bed when i heard a whistle. i immediately turned around to see ryan staring at me. i felt all the blood rush to my face as ryan sent a smirk my way.

"let's keep it pg here, ross," jon said, sighing.

"no promises."

a wink was then sent as an addition to the already flustering package.

goddamnit. that boy is going to be the end of me and i've known him for what, not even a day?

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"we start off today's lesson with a question. what is the definition of homosexuality?" marilee asked us as soon as she was situated and in her chair. jon raised his hand, obviously hoping she would call on him. "jonathan?"

"it is something that is completely natural and something we shouldn't be sent to this bullshit camp for practicing."

"does anything else have the definition?" marilee was grinding her teeth subtly, trying to make sure no one noticed. but, of course, i did.