Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{17}

I got up—with the intent to ignore Brendon. I didn't know if it was going to be useful or not, but I was going to try. I walked to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl, cereal and milk and making myself breakfast. I sat down at the table, with a mug of coffee and began to down my cereal.

My eyes darted up as Brendon walked in. I quickly ate the rest of my cereal and I cleaned up the kitchen from the small mess I had made. After I was done, I began to walk out, "you're in a rush."

"Yeah, sorry." I mumbled.

I sighed and Brendon stopped me, "what's wrong?"

I could feel myself trying so hard to keep it in, but it was eating me away, "a kiss on a livestream doesn't just fix everything."

Brendon took a deep breath, "we're supposed to fight. That's how a relationship goes."

"You aren't supposed to be like him."

"I'm not—and I have shown you that time and time again."

I closed my eyes. Brendon was right. He's nothing like Keaton. I have to learn to not compare them, but to differentiate them. Brendon was never like Keaton. That's why I chose him. I watched as Brendon glanced at the time, quickly heading in the bathroom for two seconds, the coming out with his hand in a closed fist. He stood in front of me, opening his fist and I stared down at the pills, "you need water?"

I took the pills out of his hand and smiled softly, nodding my head. I was shocked that Brendon remembered something so little...but it made my heart flutter. Especially since Brendon and I have already been together for almost half a year—and it was blissful. Brendon took the cup from me and he kissed my forehead, then disappeared in the house.

Brendon Urie:
I have always loved the idea of marriage, just with the right person. Joanne is the right person. I know she is, but I need time. Joanne and I are on different pages of life, but again, she is a bit younger than me. But, not by much. I want this life with her. A wedding, kids, a new house, maybe...

Joanne's the first girl that I can truly say I fell in love with. The other girls I had been with? Made me feel so unimportant. I didn't fit with them. I fit with her. She makes me feel important, normal. She makes me feel like Brendon Urie. Look, I know it sounds weird and awkward, but she makes me the Brendon Urie i'm supposed to be.

Joanne Urie has a good ring to it.

But, Jj Urie sounds better.

She had these different names from different people. Her family calls her Jo or Joanne. Kimberly and her friends call her Jojo. I call her Miss Jackson, Jj, or Joanne. But—calling her darling is my favorite.

I'd never heard a better sound coming out then when Jj is whimpering my name from her mouth.

Now that—that's what gets me.

I've got an insatiable desire—for her insides. It's undeniable, i'll conspire and pull against Joanne's body today.

I walked up to the bedroom. Where Joanne was laying down. She looked like a golden goddess out of Greece. I laid down next to her and I could smell the perfume that lingered in her hair. She smelled of vanilla and a tint of....well, I couldn't really place a name to the second scent she was giving off.

Joanne set her magazine down on the nightstand and she rested her head on my bare chest. I ran my fingers through her hair and her hand was placed gently on my center chest. She looked up at me and that insatiable desire took over me. I rolled over to where I was hovering over top of her. She was eager to kiss me. My tongue asked for entrance and she let me in. Our tongues clashing—making my stomach turn in a good way.