.More Love to Give. ((Broshler))

1.Paper airplanes

Tyler walks through the hallways with a newfound confidence in his stride. His freshmen through junior year were his very own form of hell, screwing him up in more ways than one. You see, in his small town in Ohio, unique means bad to most and if you gave Tyler Joseph a test on uniqueness, well he'd pass with flying colors. He's never been the same as the other kids and it's been obvious to everyone, only after a summer full of learning to accept it, did he begin to thrive. He also began wearing clothes that helped him express himself and he couldn't be more happy with his choice for today. He wears a pastel pink shirt with a small white flower embroidered on the left side of the chest, black jeans shorts that hugged his curves in all the right ways and white adidas with pastel pink stripes. He looked amazing.

So the bubbly boy bounces in his first period which luckily for him, is music. He takes a seat in the first row of seats, the classroom not having desks. Only seats and a small stage. The class takes a while to fill in, a few walking in after the tardy bell rings. The teacher sitting in the corner of the room with his feet kicked up on his desk lets it slide, knowing the first week or so always is hard to find classrooms on time. Once it seems like everyone has arrived, the man stands up. He scans the classroom carefully, trying to memorize faces and get used to the group he'll be with for the rest of the year.

He makes his way to the front of the class, shiny gold suit drawing everyone's attention. He claps his hands together once and clears his throat to speak.

"Hey guys, welcome to music. My name is Brendon Urie but you will refer to me as solely Mr. Urie," he announces, already radiating good vibes to the nervously excited boy sitting up front.

His happy go-lucky attitude isn't the only thing Tyler notices up front. Mr. Urie is..well..ridiculously hot. Tyler had heard rumours about the attractive man as well as similar one's about a teacher named Mr. Dun. Every straight girl in the school was constantly drooling over one or the other. Tyler didn't think he would actually be this..breathtaking. The brunette had seen attractive people before but this perfect man standing before him was breaking physics. Tyler swore his heart stopped beating for a moment. Mr. Urie's deep voice cut through Tyler's thoughts.

"I have some pretty simple rules and as long as you listen and participate this should be a fun class for everyone. Before we go over those and the syllabus and everything let's get to know each other. I would make everyone stand up and say their name and what they like, like most teachers but that's lame soooo everyone get out a piece of paper." He instructs.

The entire class complies and within a few seconds, they all have a piece of paper in their hands. Tyler sits, completely interested in whatever Mr. Urie wants him to do.

"Now I want you to write down your hair color, gender, favorite music artist, and shirt color." He says. Tyler does the simple enough task, writing it down quickly and noticing that Mr. Urie is also participating. "Now fold your papers into a paper airplane next."

The entire class is confused but no one questions the odd requests. Mr. Urie gets the class to make a ring around the classroom.

"And on 3 I want you to close your eyes and throw your airplane into the center of the room. Afterwards everyone is gonna go pick up one paper and try to find your person. So everyone is gonna end up talking to 2 people, the person who has your paper,and the person who's paper you have. That is unless you and someone else manage to get each other's papers then it's just the 2 of you. You'll only have 5 minutes to get to know both people so make it quick. It'll be a little messy and chaotic but that's just the type of person I am so you better get used to it. Any questions?" He explains.

A series of "no's" rings throughout the crowd as everyone waits excitedly. One kids raises his hand, who Tyler remembers as Patrick.

"Yep?" Mr. Urie asks.

"What if you get your own?" He questions.

"Swap with someone. Anyone else?" This time no hands are raised.

"Okay, get ready. 1..2..close your eyes...3."

The entire class closes their eyes and throws their paper planes. When all noise stops, you know that they've all been thrown.

"Okay, now open your eyes and go get one," the teacher instructs.

Tyler waits for the crowd to dissipate a bit before walking over to grab up one of the last few planes. He opens his paper and it reads,

'Raven hair, male, My Chemical Romance, gold ;)' he blushes as be immediately knows who it is. There's no way he'll be able to go have a conversation with his hot teacher without being a nervous wreck. It doesn't look like he has a choice as the man in mind, approaches Tyler.

"I have a hunch this one is you, not many other boys in this class are wearing pink shirts," he laughs. Tyler has to force himself to look the man in the eyes, something he's never been good at. He angles his head upwards in order to do so properly, cursing his genes for his 5'5" at this moment. Mr. Urie stands at a good 6'0". Tyler gulps and wills his blush to leave his cheeks, making his crush much more obvious than necessary.

"I-uh yeah... I actually think i have you too" Tyler admits, scratching the back of his neck and looking back down at his shoes.

Unbeknownst to him, Mr. Urie is having similar but completely different thoughts about the student. Despite his happy relationship with Mr. Dun, Brendon can't help but be attracted to the boy. He glows in a way no other student has ever done, drawing Brendon to him. He noticed him as soon as he walked into the door, beauty like that isn't something you see everyday. The way his features are all light yet sharp at the same time, adding a more feminine persona to Tyler's masculinity. Not to mention the mascara and red tinted lip gloss adorning his face gorgeously. Brendon is happy with Josh but he can also recognize unique beauty when he sees it.

"Really!? What a coincidence. Anyways, My Chemical Romance? I love that band more than I love myself. I'm glad you have good taste in music," Brendon jokes. Tyler laughs, not awkwardly but an actual laugh. He likes Mr. Urie. He forces himself to look him in his eyes.

"Yeah I knew you'd be cool as soon as I saw your band too. I'm really excited for this year in your class," Tyler converses with a smile adorning his face. One similar to Mr. Urie's. He likes Tyler. They talk about favorite songs and albums until the 5 minute timer goes off, and everyone heads back to their seats to discuss the syllabus. Neither Tyler or Brendon can help the soft blush dancing across their cheeks by the time they're done talking.