I approached the red doors the led to the front of the studio. My hand grabbed the handle and I pulled it out towards me. The breeze from the door brushed against the side of my face and blew my hair behind me. I adjusted the purse on my shoulder, walking two doors down from Scott McHale's office. I opened the door. My own office. A desk, an office phone and a computer set up. It was quite spiffy for only being a clothing designer. I set my purse on the desk and sat down in the chair. I rolled the chair in and set my hands on the desk. The feeling was rewarding. I felt like I could sit here all day with no interruptions. But I was wrong. A knock appeared on my door and then it opened. Revealing Alexandra and Scott, "glad to see you've adjusted already." Scott said.
"We have plans for you," Alexandra began and dropped a file in front of me. I looked down at it and opened it gently, "Urie's got an interview in a week. He desperately needs an outfit."
"Alright," I began and skimmed over Alexandra's notes, "can you send him in here if he's not busy?"
"Sure." Alexandra answered back.
"Your sisters' got good work ethic, Alexandra. You should learn." Scott uttered.
"Teach me then, screw off."
I glanced up at them. I could tell something could possibly be going in between Scott and Alexandra, but I didn't want to assume anything, "oh, i'll teach you something, Ale-"
"Hello?l" I said and turned my palms upward, showing my annoyance, "can you get Brendon?"
"Oh! Right." Alexandra said and headed out of my office. Scott followed behind her and he shut the door. I let out a deep breath. Looking over the notes once again;
Do not assume what mr. diva would want to wear.
Make sure he's present in every idea. You don't want to see him angry.
What the fuck? These notes on Brendon made me more skeptical of him, and concerned. I closed the file and logged into my account on the computer and pulled up a software to create and design outfits virtually to get an idea of what we're looking for. I opened a blank template and I was ready to begin working—until I was rudely interrupted by Brendon, "and you need me for?"
"Interview outfit design." I said and motioned for him to come stand behind me to see the screen. His arm fell next to me and rested on the desk, supporting him up. A shiver rushed down my spine. I took a deep breath and turned my head to looked at hun, "what are you feeling for it?"
He turned his head and looked at me. Our eyes intertwining with each others souls. I quickly looked away and turned back to the computer screen, "well, i'd say something casual yet sophisticated."
I raised my eyebrows, "I need more than that, sir."
Brendon let out a pleasurable groan and I could feel his breath on my neck. I hated that I could feel his breath against my neck, but I tried to ignore it, "please me, Miss Jackson."
"You want me to design something for you? What if you don't like it?"
Brendon moved his arm away from me. He stood up straight, "you think i'm not going to check up on my outfits?"
"I-I never said that, I was just saying-"
He chuckled and smirked. I turned and looked at him, "you're a real kiss ass, aren't you?"
I raised my eyebrows, "please--a kiss ass to you?"
"Get it done by tomorrow," He began and walked to the door, but hesitated to leave, "and i'll be at your house by eight. don't be late coming out."

YOU ARE READING
Miss Jackson {b.u.}
FanfictionJoanne Jackson, 21, takes a new job as a fashion designer for the up and coming band Panic! At The Disco, along side her sister, Alexandra in late 2012. But it's when Joanne starts to fall in love with Brendon, that's when it all unravels.