Miss Jackson {b.u.}

{34}

I stared at the fifth dress I was trying to wear for our anniversary date. Brendon sat on the bed, annoyed. We barely had spoken since last nights cigarette incident. I turned to him and stared, "what do I wear?"

"I only told you five times. The first dress that you put on is still the best option."

"That is the nicest thing you've said to me all day." I said sarcastically.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. I nodded my head and grabbed the first dress and put it on. I glared at him for a moment, "we've been sitting in the bedroom for hours, I need a break, babe. So can you get ready?"

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, zipping up the back of my dress. I buckled my shoes and fixed my hair, "c'mon. Any slower, Joanne."

I grabbed my purse and walked past him as he got up from the bed. I walked downstairs first. Thank god this was all happening in the morning and afternoon. I can't be away from my kids for too long. Brendon opened the door for me and we walked outside and into the car.

When we got in, I set my purse on my lap and when Brendon got in, he stared at me with his hand out, "why's your hand out, i'm not holding it."

"Purse. Now."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "the fuck?"

"Your purse, Joanne."

I scoffed and tossed my purse to him. He scrummaged through it, looking for cigarettes I assume. When he didn't find any, I looked away, "looking for cigarettes? Really?"

"Can't trust you just yet."

"Brendon, seriously. It's our anniversary, can't we just put it aside?"

Brendon handed my purse back to me and I grabbed it from him. I raised an eyebrow and set my purse down.

He had his left elbow resting on the door, his pointer finger resting against his cupids bow. A rather silent car ride to the place he was taking me. Although, I had a feeling I knew where we were going.

He parked in the back of the place I first met him. I could feel my heart racing. He got out of the car and opened my car door. Placing his hand out and I took it gracefully. He took me around to the front, waiting at the front of the studio, hand on the door, waiting for me. I smiled at him lightly and he opened the door, "the place we first met, darling."

I walked in and he followed behind me. A breakfast set up at a small table. It was dim and a candle was lit in between the food. I turned my head to look at Brendon, a soft smile spreading across his face. You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac played quietly in the background. Brendon pulled the seat out for me and as I began to sit, he pushed it in. He walked over to his seat and while he was beginning to sit, he rested his hand between his stomach and his chest. He cleared his throat and looked in his cup to find coffee, "you really didn't have to go all out."

He shrugged and picked his mug up, "it's a special day."

I looked down at the waffles sitting on my plate. I picked my fork up, "you working on new music?"

Brendon covered his mouth slightly, "yeah. Got a few songs written for an album."

"Can I hear the names?"

He nodded his head and grabbed his napkin, wiping his face clean, "Hallelujah and Victorious. And uhm...Don't threaten me with a good time."

I smiled at him and nodded, "good."

Brendon nodded his head and it was silent for a little. We didn't have anything to talk about. I looked around. Every spot in this studio has a memory of Brendon and I. It felt good being here. It felt like home.