Miss Jackson (Book One)

2. Unlikely Friends

"Dakota"

"What?"

"My names Dakota, Dakota Jackson."

Caught off guard, the man slows his pace before collecting himself once more, continuing with Dakota on his back.

"Well nice to meet you Dakota, the names Brendon, Brendon Urie." He replies, mocking his heavy load that lay against his back.

Dakota chuckles "Well nice to meet you too, Brendon."

Brendon chuckles as well, feeling the vibration of her laugh against his back. She has her arms hanging loosely off his shoulders as they gently bounce up and down to the rhythm of his steps.

They round the corner as recognition flashes across Dakotas face, very briefly, before going back to her relaxing smile.

"So Brendon, might I ask what a snazzy guy like you was doing out late on a Sunday night?" She asks in a matter of fact tone.

Brendon replies with a chuckle "I should be the one asking you that, but, if you must know, I was actually on my way home from the recording studio."

Curiosity shot through the girls hazel eyes as she leans towards the right side of his face. She tilted her head a bit to see his face a bit better. "Recording studio?" She asks.

He gives her a side-eye, filled with playfulness before she continues "No wonder you're dressed like you just came out of a night club." Dakota stated bluntly, receiving a sputter of words from the man that holds her.

"Wa- Woah, Woah, Woah!" He flushed with embarrassment before laughing at her comment. "Is it the leather pants?" He asks with a smirk, before looking forward once again.

Dakota chuckles before going back to her previous position. "The leather everything says it all bud."

As the two make their way down the sidewalk, they come upon a large two-story house with a couple of cars parked in the steep driveway. Brendon curses under his breath remembering he had friends coming over for a movie night.

Dakota, noticing the soft sound of an angry old man vibrate under her, she asks. "You okay there Bren?"

Snapping out of his fit, Brendon nervously laughed. "Yeah, I just- I may have forgotten I had friends coming over for a movie night." He replied while trudging up the steep driveway.

Dakota looks behind her a bit noticing she lived right across the street. She turned back around and leaned closer to him so that he could hear her better. "Well you could just drop me off at my house, it's right across the street, I'd be-"

Cutting her off, "No, it's no biggie, Dakota, we may not know each other but I'd feel guilty if I left you to treat your wounds yourself." Brendon said with so much care-ness, it stund the auburn girl upon his back.

Making their way up to his front door, Brendon looks down at the girl's skates. "Mind helping out a bit? My hands are a little bit full of ripped jeans." He asked childishly.

Laughing, Dakota uses her right skate to kick/knock on the door twice, almost pushing them both back into the rose bush next to them. After a moment, a shuffle can be heard behind the door, followed by the sound of a TV being paused. Opening the door, a buff, gruffly, tall looking guy opens the door to only tilt his head sideways at the situation in front of him.

"Brend-" cutting him off, Brendon pushes pass him, making his way into the home. The man closes the door behind them as Dakota scans her surroundings. They entered a hallway, on the left side, past a picture of Frank Sinatra, was a walkway that leads to a kitchen. On the right side was a door that looked to be a bathroom and a set of stairs cases next to it. In front of them, Dakota could make out a couple of people turning their heads towards the commotion as they enter the kitchen.