Too Rare to live, Too weird to Die(Panic! at the Disco Fanfic)

Miss Jackson part 1

Brendon's POV

I get home from taking Paige to the carnival. It was as far as the beach so it took me like an hour to get back. Ive been helping out Dallon with last minute things for like two hours. They should be back in any minute now but I don't know. I've tried to text Spencer asking how everything is going and when are they coming back but he hasn't texted back, that guy is ether ignoring me or this phone battery died, ugh! I wanna know what's going on!

I'm currently in my room trying to decide what to wear for the party, just like constantly looking through my clothes hoping that for some magical reason that the prefect outfit would appear out of thin air. I'm just like Spencer, he thinks that the cheese pie he ate a day ago will magically appear back to the fridge just because he's looking hard enough, like sometime he will be checking the fridge like each goddamn 15 minutes thinking he will find a snack to eat.... What a dumb ass! Wait.. If I was comparing myself to him and called him a 'dumb ass' that means I just called myself a dumb ass! I let my body fall backwards in the bed. I'm now just thinking while looking up at the ceiling.

"I am a dumb ass." I half mumbled to myself.

"No comment." I hear a male voice coming from the direction of the door. I turn my head to see Dallon with the biggest smile ever. I laughed a little.

"What do you want." I said somewhat lazy and somewhat harsh.

"Wooh, you better get your party mood on soon. And turn that frown up side down cuz look!" He said and pulled out something that he was holding behind him.

"Ta-Da!!"

My eyes popped out of my head for a sec.

"Oh my god It's AWESOME!" I said jumping out of the bed and took a closer look at the jacket Dallon had in he's hands. It was a black jacket that had a silver glittery sequence all over it (A/N: hint hint the jacket is from the Miss Jackson music video hint hint), in a manly way of course. Hahaha. "Dude this is is like good quality!" I said taking the jacket from him and feeling it. "How much was it?! Dude you shouldn't have!"

"I borrowed jacket from this up in coming up fashion designer, he was looking for a rock band that was come in up with a fresh new style and that's where I stepped in! So since we are performing at the club he will be there to see if he thinks that our new sound fits his new unique clothing line of a bunch of different shiny jackets and suites. Which he might give us for free."

"Well why is he going though all this shit anyway, He's making a one of a kind clothing line just to give it to us! I mean it doesn't add up." I asked truly confused.

"It's totally obvious! Don't you see it's simple fashion logic. He is a newbie to the fashion world and wants his work to get noticed by a specific group of people, people who are into rock, hip hop, alternative you know." I can't believe this. Where tha frick did my Dallon go because it ain't this guy!

"It's 'simple fashion logic'?! Wow, Hey buddy? Since when are you an expert at the fashion indrestry!? What tha Firetruck?" I mumbled that last part.

"Well Paige got an internship when she was a senior in high school when we lived in New York, she was helping out with photograph in cat walks and that type of crap. And I guess she kinda rubbed some of that info on me." He said scratching the back of his neck. He laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked curious at his amusement. New Yorkers.....never understood them with their fashion and their hotdogs.

"You sounded like Paige for a second there."

"What?..... Oh the Firetruck thing." I laughed.

"Haha its so stupid."

"Hey! It starts with F and it ends with UCK, so when ever your in trouble or out of luck you no longer have to exclaim oh FUCK!" I rapped and laughed. Dallon just looked at me with a creeped out look.