The day that changed my life (Ryden & Joshler)

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Tyler's pov

Today started like any other day.
Me and my beutiful beutiful boyfriend, Josh, are just laying in our bed and chilling after waking up.
It's Monday today so I have to go to work. Go to all those little demons...
Urrrghhhh! I hate my job.
I mean, I really don't, it's just that sometimes those litlle shits infuriating me so much.
Well, Im going to hell.
To school.

***

The moment when I've stepped in the classroom, I immediately regret waking up. Teenagers. Ughh.
Allright, here we go.
"Good morning, class." I said, but
of course nobody even noticed that I've come in.
"Good morning." I repeated a little louder. Still nothing.
Ok. Thats it.
"Good, fucking, morning!!!"
Shock and silence.
Well. Good enough. I know I shouldn't have course with "kids" in the room, but those assholes do things much worse than cursing. And besides, they like me very much. I really don't know why.
I, myself, hate them.
I've never wanted to become a teacher.
I actually wanted to be musician, but something gone wrong, and here I am.
"Ok class, so today we are writing a poem, again. Yahoo!"
Thats the only thing I like about my job.
Reading theirs poems is that one part of that jon that I dont hate. I mostly silently laugh at it, because those kids aren't exactly good at lyric, but sometimes there are some good shits, but it really is rarity.

***

This evening I've started reading theirs "poems". And like always, I was like:
"Boring. Garbage. That one is from internet."
And it went like that for about 30 minutes. Then I finally reached somthing interesting. It started really good so I checked who wrote that.
Brendon Urie. Who? I didn't even know that I have someone like that in my class. Well, I guess I should be paying more attention to people who I teach.
Anyway. This was some really good shit. Really. Like, I was impressed.
It was really deep, though. It went like this:

This is Gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories

This is the beat of my heart This is the beat of my heart

The gnashing teeth and criminal tounges
Conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yet

If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told I never was yours
The fear of falling apart

This is Gospel for the vagabonds
Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect impostors

This is the beat of my heart This is the beat of my heart

Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
And bury me alive
Cause I won't give up without a fight

If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart

Wow. It was really fucking good.
I have to check this kid tomorrow.

***

(tomorrow in class)

Im going to see wchich one of those little shits isn't really one. (lol)
"Allright guys, so I did check your homework and as always it was garbage."
They laugh at that.
Why the fuck are they laughing?
It's truth.
"Well, maybe execpt one."
I checked all the "poems" looking for the name from yesterday.
"Brendon Urie?"
For like half a minute everyone sit still.
And then one boy at the end of the class hold his hand up.

A/N
Sooooo this is the first chapter of my first ever fanfic. Again,❗IM SO SORRY FOR MY ENGLISH❗but I hape u liked it anyway. Let me know it the comments. Stay alive!