Dr. Stumph's POV

"Brendon Urie?" I called out. Brendon stood up and followed me back to my office. "So Brendon has anything happened since I saw you last?" I asked. "Kind of," he said. "What do you mean by kind of?" I ask. "Well for one people at my school found out I'm transgender. They told everyone and now I'm getting harassed again. And I'm having trouble with a teacher." He says.
"Ah so what's wrong with this teacher," I ask taking a sip of my coffee. "Well I sort of kissed him and he pushed me away. I thought he liked me too," Brendon says. I choke on my coffee. "Y-You what?"

"I know it's wrong and I shouldn't have done it but I thought he liked me and he just lead me on," Brendon says. "W-What's your teachers name?"
"Mr. Weekes," he says. Oh no. How am I supposed to talk to him without giving away what Dallon says in his sessions. "Um I don't know what to tell you about your teacher other than your right it's wrong and you shouldn't have done that. But let's focus on those kids at school."

Brendon's POV

after therapy I realized that I was wrong. Dallon tried to warn me and I thought he was hating me. I had to go apologize. When we got back home I told my dad that I was going to a friends house. I went to Dallon's apartment and knocked on his door. Dallon opened his door. It looked like he had been crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. "N-Nothing what are you doing here," he sniffed. "I'm sorry you were right I was just- Are you bleeding?" "N-No," Dallon says hiding his arm behind his back. I grab his arm and roll up his sleeve to reveal cuts on his wrist.

"I'm sorry I haven't cut in so long I j-just couldn't help myself. I h-hurt your feelings. I'm a t-terrible p-person," He cries. "N-No I forgive you. It was my fault. Your right it was wrong," I say. Dallon lets me into his apartment. We go to the bathroom and I clean up his arm and bandage it. "Please never do that again," I beg. "I-I can't," Dallon says. "P-Please," I begged again. Dallon looks down at the ground. I lift his head up. I kiss him.

I couldn't help myself. He looked so sad. I wanted to make him feel better. I pull away. Then he pulls me back towards him and kisses me. He's kissing me!