Miss Jackson || Brendon Urie fanfic

5. Brendon

A/N: First Brendon pov lol

It feels weird to keep things hidden from Alex. I've never been the type of person who can keep secrets for a long time, I just love to speak. Alex is also the first person who doesn't immediately fully know who I am, either by recognizing me or by me telling it, so this is a whole new thing for me.
Actually, it wasn't really my idea, it was Dallon's. I talked to him about the whole new-neighbor-thing, and he suggested to not tell her, but to be a "normal" guy. At least, for as much as I can be called "normal". Yeah... But hey, I don't think I'm the type of guy who's like, "I'm the big shining star, I'm it, so respect me! And yes, I have the permission to act like a piece of shit, because I'm famous.", or am I? Naah, in my opinion, I'm respectful to fans.

I wonder if Alex doesn't have too much question marks by my behavior... I mean, I don't think it's normal to be as social as I am, or as musical... I play like five instruments... Yeah, I've tried some more, but those five are the ones I play, well, kinda okay. And I sing... And I drive an expensive car... And I have a pool in my backyard, and I jump off my garden house and... Oh, shit, I still have her phone.

Dallon is jumping into the pool right now, my turn!

"Okay, Alex?" She looks up. "I'm going to show you how to backflip, right now. Watch closely, and try it when you jump. Nothing can go wrong. And if it does, both Dal and I are here to help."

"Well, that gives some confidence... if it does, he says... goddamn..."

"Stop your complaining, sweetie, you'll do great."

I get on my garden house -which is actually my home-studio, but as we all know, I'm not going to tell that right now- and slowly explain everything to Alex, and then jump in.

"Your turn, honeypon." [A/N: I don't know what I'm doing with the whole nickname thing, I don't know where it comes from, but I like Beebo as a giver of weird nicknames, there's no proper explanation.]

I look at her as she climbs up the ladder. Damn, girl, that body, that ass, she's gorgeous...
Ow, shit... shitshitshit stopstopstoooooooop... okay, stop it now, don't you dare to grow any more, little fucker down there... ugly old grandmothers, ugly old grandmothers, ugly old grandmothers...
It's not helping... I'm trying to "call" Dal with my mind, but as expected, it doesn't work... So now I'm here, in my backyard, next to my pool, with a hot girl climbing on my studio, and I'm having this raising erection that I can't stop... And I feel it's gonna get uncomfortable...
[A/N: have you guys seen the InstaLiveStream/ the video in which Bren tells his most embarrassing moment? -> the embarrassing boner story? Well, that's where my inspiration for this part came from...]

Out of nowhere, Dal pops up next to me and whispers "Ugly old grandmothers?" into my ear. I can only reply with a soft "Not helping dude", before we see Alex turning around, now looking at us, with some "question marks" in her eyes.

That's when she notices it, even though it could have been worse. Meaning, bigger.

"Bren, do you know you euhm... Do- Do I- do I need to get my clothes back on?"

"I'm sorry for this, Al... And no, I'll survive, thanks though. Can we now please all continue what we were doing before it got awkward please, because, as you may notice, I really don't care, I'm the type of guy that doesn't twist around this sort of stuff, but just continues. I hope you can do the same thing?"

Alex replies with a "Sure" and Dal gives me a nod.
This happened before, you know... I had to do a presentation in class, and I had an erection, so... yeah, everyone saw it, and I was just, like, "Yeah, that's my dick, I'm super hard. Anyway, here's my presentation...". So no, I really don't care. There's nothing I can do about it. If they see it, they do, if they don't, the better, but there's nothing I could have done, so, yeah...
[A/N: this is my edited version of the video I talked about earlier. Anyway... back to the story.]