Miss Jackson✔

Chapter 5: Tied up in pretty young things

*Brendon P.O.V*
(Get ready for cheesy scenes)
"Man your tied up on her, you cant fall for her, she's crazy, but like in a sort of good way," Dallon said.
"She's not crazy, she's just misunderstood, and I'm not falling for her," I start walking to Urieletric to make the beats for the new song.
"Don't even say that you were over there getting tied up in that pretty young thing," Kenny sides with Dallon.
"Just stop ok, even if I was I wouldn't work," I start making a beat. "Yeha because shes killed all of the men she's got with," Kenny grabs a guitar.
"She wouldnt do it again, lets just drop it. I have a new idea... All you sinners stand up sing Hallelujah," I sing the last part.
"Dude thats perfect for so many reasons," Dallon laughs. "So we good on that, we call it Hallelujah," I ask. Both Kenny and Dallon nod.
4 hours of playing and writing went by, and we managed to make the first verse and the chorus.
"Alright man, me and Dallon gotta go, see you tomorrow," Kenny says putting the instruments up along with Dallon. "Alright, thanks guys," I hug them.
"Dont be thinking about Miss Jackson too much," Dallon says closing the door.
I dont know why I can't stop thinking about her. I try to think about the things she's done to stop, but my no,d pushes them away, knowing thats not who she is. Her blonde hair and brown eyes forever stay in my mind. The way she can make anything look good, even when she's in sweats.
Ugh, stop Brendon. You cant have her, and you dont need her, she might kill you. No she wont she would never do that to me, or anyone again. Just stop.
I walk oit of the home studio back to the house and grab a beer. I just need to wash the thoughts away. I sit on couch flipping through the channels, until one catches my eye.
"Brendon Urie, from Panic! At The Disco, saw walking out of the mental institution, and was saw wearing a doctor badge, is Brendon working there taking a break from music. What about the new album?" The newslady speaks into the microphone on her desk. I turn off the TV and go to my bedroom. I set the bottle down and flop on my bed. I take off my clothes, leaving me only in my boxers and get under the covers falling asleep.

*Claires P.O.V*
I dont want to wake up today, I have to do a certain treatment that fucking sucks. Taking a bath in honey and syrup, it may not sound bad but oh it is so bad. Not being able to move and having your hair all sticky, ugh I just want to rip a throat out right there.
I get out of bed and use the bathroom, don't worry I had someone install a curtain. I put my hair up in a bun and fold a towel up, condsidering I'm showering after this. I pace around the room, dreding this. It doesn't hurt, its just annoying and they dont let you out until you stop struggling and stay quiet.
"Miss Jackson, are you ok," I jump at the voice that entered the room. "Am I ok, yeah I'm fine just waiting to be soaked in honey," I sarcastically say to him. He rolls his eyes. "That doesnt sound that bad," he sets his stuff down on the desk.
"Maybe not the first time, but the 300th time it get annoying," I coldly say.
"Calm down, it'll be ok, just don't struggle and stay quiet, then you'll be able to shower," he assures.
"Not like I get clean anyways, the stuff her suck," literally the soap here is stuff you get in children's pottery stuff, and the hair wash sucks.
"That's why I came prepared, I dont know which scent you'd like so I bought cherry and some sort of sunshine thing," he holds up hair stuff and body wash. I look at him and then the wash.
"Never in my life would I have thought I'd be this excited about a shower, thank you," I hug him taking him by surprise but he hugs back.
"Sorry just its been forever since I've felt clean about myself," I release him and grab the stuff out of his hand hiding it in the towel.
"Its ok, ugh, its timw to go," he grabs my stuff and handcuffs me losely. He opens the door for me and then walks out behind me.
"It will all be over soon," he assures me. I laugh at him. Why is he so sweet to me? I mean yeah its kind of his job, but still I dont deserve this. I'm feeling something I shouldn't, and its something strong.
My thoughts are interrupted when I feel the cuffs come off.
"Alright, Miss Jackson you know the drill, no struggling no talking," Tome tells me. I fake smile to him, "Of course."
I take off my clothes leaving me in my under wear and bra. I see Brendons eyes widen and mouth drop, then looks away. I laugh to myself and get in the tub, feeling the hard sticky substance. I get in and sit down having honey in places there shouldnt be.
"10 minutes, then its over, Brendon is gonna stay in here with you," I fake smile once again and he walks off.
I start to get comfortable trying to move my arms down to try to get my underwear situated.
"Don't move Miss Jackson, and it will be over," I want to reply so bad but I k ow there are guards that are watching. The honey is up to my shoulders by now, and it is making everything way uncomfortable.
I start to doze off in to my thoughts.

*Brendons P.O.V*

She's so relaxed when I know she just wants to just up and fix everything. She closed her eyes, not asleep but probably trying to push everything away. He hands are rested above her warm toned stomach that is covered with golden substance.
When she took off her clothes, I was in awe. She has the perfect body, warm tone skin, perfect breast. Stop Brendon!
I hear a timer go off telling 10 minutes is up. Claire opens her eyes and slwly brings her hands up tot he sides of the tub. I help her out getting the syrup all over me.
"Wow Miss Jackson, that's one of the best runs yet," Tom walks in and puts a bag down with new clothes in it and leaves.
"Just gotta focus on one thing that keeps you, you," I give her a towel that Tom also brought, and she wraps it around her body.
I grab her other towel and bag and lead her to the showers.
"I wont be long, just dont have to much fun without me," she shuts the curtain and I hear her struggle with getting her clothes off, her cursing with it.
"Miss Jackson do you need help," I ask from behind the curtain. "Uhh, yeah um, I need help getting my bra off my hair is not letting that happen," she says awkwardly. "Oh um ok," she opens the curtain and turns around. Its a sports bra it hink is what it is so it has to go over her head.
I come up behind her and take the sides of her bra, "Arms up." She does as I say and with a struggle, the bra is off. I stand there awkwardly and set the bra down. "Thanks," she said still faced around. I leave the stall and go back to sit down. I hear the shower start and her grunt probably from the honey in her hair.
I have a bigger problem, how am I supposed to get rid of my boner.

Well then, yup um, yeah. Hope you enjoyed, this chapter was longer than others. Read on to find out what ahppens next.

~Katelyn