From fame to college. (Tyson Ritter/Brendon urie fanfiction)

Chapter 10.

'You can put some joy upon my face, sunshine in an empty place-' hummed into my ear drums as I stared emptily at the biology text book before me. That was until Tyson pulled my earplugs from my ears.

"What are you doing?" He sighed, " You've been down all day. Last night and now you're being like this. "

"I'm just listening to music, Tyson. " I defended, Ignoring the latter part of his statement.

"And do you want to pass biology? Besides, If Urie see's those headphones he's going to kill you Cas-"

"Oh no, I wouldn't kill her," A smooth voice commented from behind us as my second earplug was removed, I felt the wire spiral around my neck softly, "Maybe just strangle some sense into her. "

His tone held amusement as he muttered "see me after"

I sighed, knowing I had been warned. A shiver went through me and lingered. Tyson shot me a look before excusing himself to 'go to the toilet.'

"Well we both know where he's gone, Don't we miss Franco? " Once again, Urie towered above my desk. Not knowing where to look, I caught Hunters eye across the room. Thankfully he shuffled from his seat and made his way over.

"What's his idea?" He whispered as Urie swanned back to the front. I shrugged, noticing the burning look adison was giving me.

"Please?"

"Please wha-" and then his gaze followed mine and he noticed the look i was receiving. He must have done something because she looked away shyly, blushing madly.

"But seriously, whats his deal? The guys a snake."

"I know," I sighed, "A snake with a point. "

"Talk to me Case,"

"We haven't spoken in weeks!" I snapped, immediately regretting it. Hunter patted my arm knowingly.

"I know we haven't, we've both been... busy. " He excused. I nodded in agreement.

"Bros before hoes. " He smiled dryly and I narrowed my eyes with a quiet laugh.

"How can that even apply her- It confuses me how it can apply here."

"Me too," He laughed but soon turned serious, "But honestly, Cassie, whats wrong."

"Uries right,"

"About what? "

"Tyson is going to have to go back to America. I mean with his fame, I can't really stop him can i? " I put my head in my hands, willing myself not to cry.

"You know he loves you. " Hunter reassured, his hand rubbing my back soothingly. I heard Urie talking to a group a few tables away, I knew it was on purpose too. Whether it was cause he was nosy or whether he actually cared, I didn't know.

"I know he does. But then why won't he just talk to me about it? Instead of ditching me to take phone calls he refuses to discuss with me? "

"Cassie, please don't cry," he started, wiping my eyes softly with his sleeve, "If he wont talk to you, why don't you talk to him. "

"But-"

"Bet you haven't even tried, hm?" He cut me off with nothing but truth. I nodded solemnly, looking to the door Tyson still hadn't come back through.

"We'll talk later," Hunter rushed off, Iooked up to see why just to be met with Uries eyes. They had this unusual softness about them as he leant closer.

"How about you take a free period and we catch up on this later?" He suggested, offering a sympathetic smile.

My thoughts briefly returned to what he told me last night. It was weird, him knowing my exact pains... Maybe that was why we were like we were.