*Claire's P.O.V*
"Hey guys its me Claire and as you can see I have Brendons phone. Brendon is currently asleep and all of us," I face the camera to everyone, "are gonna surprise him."
With me in the back, everyone walks in the room with all their surprises. I hand the phone to Dan and sneak over to the bed. I jump on Brendon making him sit up looking confused. When he shot up, I rolled to the other side of the bed.
"Guys what are you doing," Brendon asks. I not to ZAck to start singing. "Happy album release to you. Happy album release to you. Happy album release to Panic. Happy album release to you," we all finish the song and Zack brings the cake over to Brendon. Brendon blows out the candles one by one and takes the cake.
"How the hell did you guys get them to make this," he points to the album cover on the cake. "Hey its LA anything an happen," Dan says before handing Brendon his phone. His mouth hangs open as he reads the screen.
"Bren you good," Dallon comes over and reads the screen and hs mouth also drop. "No fucking way," Dallon mutters out.
"Death of a Bachelor is already the number one album," Brendon screams.(just go with it) Everyone in the room starts cheering and Brendon starts shaking Dallon. Brendon turns to me with a big smile.
"You did this Claire and I could never thank you enough," Brendon leaps on me pinning me to the bed and pecks my lips. "ALright you two keep it PG we have an audience," Brendon rolls his eyes and turns to the camera.
"And most importantly thank you to all of you. Without you all none of this would've never happened. Alright I'm gonna go see you at the IHeartRadio performance," Brendon ends the video and take his phone.
"Well this calls for a toas- nah I'm just kidding come on we have to get ready for the day," Brendon pecks my lips once more and walks out with everyone.
"Claire what d you think your doing. You, Breezy and I are going shopping," Jenna appers with Breezy. "Sorry I'm just hearing about this. Can Taylor come," I get out of bed and walk to the closet grabbing some clothes.
"Of course I would love to get to know her," Jenna exclaims. Not even caring about their presence, I change in front of them.
"Damn girl you need to be a model,you can make bank with the face and body," Breezy laughs. I roll my eyes and slip on my shoes along with a jacket. "Could you get Taylor," Breezy nods and walks out.
"So how are things between you and Brendon. I mean look how far you've came," Jenna asks while I throw my hair in a bun. "Never in those 10 years of my life did I think I'd ever end up here with someone I'd die for. I love Brendon with everything I've got. But to answer your question, we're great," I reply finishing the bun.
"Brendon was in such a slump before you came. Tyler would tell me how Brendon was so out of it like he wast there, then you came. Brendon is so happy now and I thank you for that. But just saying I want to be a bridsmain for the wedding," she jokes.
"Please you'd be the maid of honor. You are the first friend I've had since highschool," I joke back. "But we haven't even brought up that topic, only how Taylor became a Urie before me," I say walking over to Jenna.
"Ok girls are we ready," Breezy appears with Taylor. Jenna and I nod and we all walk out to the living room where the boys are.
"Ok guys us girls are going shopping. We'll drop Claire off at the office at 1 then you'll take her from there,"Jenna announces. I walk over to Brendon and her dips me, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
"Goodbye Miss Jackson," I hit his chest and get up. "I love you," I says getting one in return. We all say goodbye and go out to the car.
I haven't been shopping since I was 15 with all my old friends. HA I wonder what they think of me now.
I dont know why but I decided to do a part 2 to this so I have something to publish.
~Katelyn
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FanfictionPatient 186: Claire Jackson Sex:Female State of mind: Nasty and insane ~~ Look I'm not a bad person just a person who made a bad mistake. I mean yeah I'm a little....nasty, but thats how I was raised. There's no cure for what I am, so I thought. ...
