To know for this fanfiction:

This was inspired by Miss Jackson by Panic! at the Disco, but since the song repeats parts and stuff, I had to fill in the gaps. Plus, there is no relationship between the singer and Miss Jackson, only that he is worried for her and that he loves her, so it's not exactly a songfic, it's just inspired.

Also, I know the quality is definitely not the best, but that's because I feel like I need to publish, and I love this idea, so the words just come spilling out. I haven't taken the time to properly plan out or draft this fanfiction, and I have no idea where I want it to go, I haven't edited, I haven't planned anything out… So yeah, I just wanted to get something up for you guys that can be updated frequently (for the time being at least, until I get tired of this fic like all the others). I also enjoy writing this but don't care much for the outcome, like my other stories, so it's a stress-free project.

Thanks for reading my fanfiction!

KianajLau

Also, writing the words… breasts and… boobies makes me so uncomfortable. But, hey, I'm an author (not really) and these are the characters. And my characters use words like… boobies (hehe, boobies).