I stood in a dark void alone. Silence filled my ears. I felt fear sink into me when I heard a laugh. I looked up to see the queen bee of my school, Jessica. Her long, flawlessly straight brown hair up in a ponytail, her perfect, tan, unblemished skin, 10 rating body in a cheer outfit stood over me. "Do you honestly think you could run from me? I thought you would know better than that. Even if it's not my friends and me, you'll be targeted again. A new school won't help. You're our little toy; don't think we'll give up so easily. He'll grow tired of you soon." Her voice was filled with malice, hate, and control. I watched as she was about to grab me before she was pushed aside by my parents.

"Look at you. You worthless bitch, do you really think he can save you from everything forever? You'll be back with you're good parents soon. Then we'll decide a just punishment. How dare you think that you can just leave us. He'll see what you're really worth soon enough." My parents spoke in unison. Then I heard his voice.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), where are you?" He sounded worried. Then he appeared before me. "Oh, there you are. Look, Sarah called, and she's getting the wedding back together. I'm sorry, but you'll have to be on your own now. You've come far, though, so you should be able to save yourself." He looked at me with happiness. He looked at everyone around me. "Anyway, with all these people to love you, you'll be safe."

"Brendon, th-these are th-the ones that I-I-I need saving from!" I cried out as he stood up.

"Don't be crazy, (y/n/n). If this is what I took you away from, you should feel ashamed for playing me as the fool. Have a nice life."

I awoke with a start as tears streamed down my face. I was sitting straight up in a sunlit living room. It took me a second to remember everything from last night. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I stood up feeling much more relaxed than I had a few seconds ago. When I did, I noticed that Brendon hadn't moved since last night. I smiled and set the blanket on top of him. Suddenly my stomach growled, and I saw it was 8 a.m. I went to the kitchen and began making breakfast. 'It's the least I can do.' Surprisingly, it seemed that whatever was causing my muscles to give out yesterday wasn't effecting me today because 30 minutes later bacon, eggs, biscuits, and hash browns were perfectly prepared along with fresh coffee. I set the table, and went to wake up Brendon when I ran right into him. I stumbled back a bit, but he caught my wrist and held me to his chest. "Good morning," I said looking at his slightly messy hair. 'He looks so sexy right now. I shook my head as I tried to change my train of thought. "You must be starved."

He gave me a smirk as he sat down at the table. "Now, how did my little civilian get all this ready for me? Also, (y/n/n), did you take your medicine?" He asked as he began preparing his plate.

"I have no idea, what ever was messed up yesterday isn't as messed up today. Maybe it's triggered by some emotion," I said as I remembered it only happened when I was stressed, upset, or nervous. "Also, no, I figured I need to eat before taking it. Oh, do you have anything planned for today?" I asked sitting beside him and making my own plate.

"I have a band meeting at 10, but other than that, no. Why?"

"No reason, I was thinking that if I was going to spending the day here, than I was wondering what I would do." I had already planned on picking up the house a bit if he left.

"Well, you could come with me."

"I'll pass, I don't want your friends thinking you've gone mad, anyway, I'm feeling lazy."

"Oh, okay," he said sounding dejected.

"I will go with you next time, I promise."

The rest of breakfast went by quietly and he was buzzing off to get ready to go as I cleaned up the table. I plugged my iPod into a set of speakers in the living room, sat down on the couch on the book, and gave off a wave of that was my plan for the day. Before he left, he came and gave me a hug, and two pills since I forgot. "Remember, you have to take those every six hours," he said as he walked out the door.

I rolled my eyes and gulped down the pills before I got up and quickly got to work on the house. I gathered all of the trash, dirty dishes, and dirty clothes around the apartment, even Brendon's room after a really long debate with myself. After getting all the dishes washed, the trash in the waste basket, and a load of laundry started, I began to dust. I kept working happily listening to all of the Panic! At The Disco songs. I even vacuumed, swept, and mopped. After four hours of cleaning I was folding the last bit of laundry when I heard the door open and close. I was in the laundry room, so I figured Brendon was just getting home.

"(Y/n)? Who the hell came and cleaned the apartment?" I heard him open up my door. "(Y/n), where the hell are you?"

"The laundry room," I said as I gathered up the laundry in a basket to go and put away. I met him in the kitchen. "How was the meeting?"

"Fun, now what in the world are you doing?" He asked me as I passed by. "Wait, give me that." He took the basket from me and began putting stuff away.

"I was putting up laundry."

"Why?"

"I felt the need to. Was I not supposed to?" I felt worried that I had over stepped a boundary that he had set up that I was unaware off.

"No, you were supposed to be lounging around. If I knew you were going to be doing all of this, I would have dragged your ass off to the meeting with me. I told the guys about you, and they want to meet you. I said you had to stay home because you weren't up to moving around a whole lot. You made me lie to my band," he used a mock sad voice. "Also, I don't think Doctor Andrews will be happy if he knew you were cleaning my house. I really don't need that guy lecturing me. If I didn't know any better, I would swear he was your dad."

"Oh, is that all. I thought I had made you made at me," I said sitting down on the couch. "I'm sorry, I lied, but if I hadn't then I wouldn't have been able to show you my appreciation. Also, I promised I'd go with you next time."

He finished putting up the laundry and replaced the basket to the laundry room. He sat beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Well, the house looks a thousand times better, but you could have had an accident while I was away. You would've been helpless since you left the "Brendon" signal in your room."

I burst out laughing at this. I also blushed as he hugged me closer to his body. He was wearing a tight grey shirt, a grey beanie, black skinny jeans, and his glasses. He once again looked sexy as hell. "The 'Brendon' signal?"

"Yeah, you know, your cell."

"Oh, well, next time, I'll keep it on me. Oh, why did you tell the guys about me?"

"Eh, I just felt they should know that a cute girl was staying with me, so they'd be on their best behavior when they bring over lunch."

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, yeah, you might want to go get cleaned up the band's coming over for lunch, and it's on them," he said winking at me.

I smacked his chest as I rushed to my room to grab a (f/c) v-neck blouse, (s/f/c) light jacket, (f/c) skirt, (s/f/c) tights, and my flats. I ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. "I guess it's a good thing I decided to clean the apartment!" I shouted as I stepped into the shower, and I could hear Brendon laughing. I quickly finished, put on my clothes, put on a light layer of make up and did my hair. Just as I stepped out of the shower, a knock resounded through the apartment. "That must be them," I said walking by Brendon. I had the door opened and was in shock when I heard Brendon coming up and say, "actually, their just now getting the fo-." I looked to him and saw his face go to shock.

"Well, Brendon, who's this slut?"