The World's Not Waiting For You (FOB FanFic ft. Brendon Urie)

Chapter 10

DIFFERENT UPDATE SCHEDULE THIS WEEK: So instead of updating Monday and Thursday, I'm going to update this book today and Thursday still (just so I can finish my other book After The Dance this week). The schedule will return back to normal next week. Thanks for understanding!

I pulled Pete's car into the local park's parking lot and pulled the key from the ignition. Kids were chasing each other around the playground, swinging on the swings, sliding down the slides, crossing the monkey bars and trying not to fall off. A handful of mothers and a few fathers were sitting in the shade of the trees that surrounded the playground, either talking amongst one another, yelling at their children to be careful, or completely zoned out, doing their own thing.

I opened the car door and got out, going to take Saint out of his car seat. Bronx had gotten out of the car by himself and was already in the park, playing with the other kids. I set Saint down on the ground and he ran after his brother.

I heaved a sigh before grabbing the backpack I had filled with snacks and juice boxes for the kids as well, as a notebook for myself to pass the time, and making my way over to an open table that was half in the shade and half in the sunlight. I sat down on the wooden bench in the shaded half of a table a little farther away from the majority of parents and set the backpack beside me, pulling out the notebook. I had stuck a pen into the wire spine of the notebook before we left and pulled it out, opening the notebook to a clean page and folding it over. I had the need to write something, only problem was I didn't know what that something was.

In my bout of writer's block, I overheard a conversation between two mothers.

"Oh my god, is that...?"

"Who, him?"

"Yeah. Him."

"Him? Yeah, it does look like him."

"Then what's he doing here? Shouldn't he be behind bars?"

"I heard he was released about a month ago on good behavior."

"Good behavior or not, he shouldn't have been released. He killed a woman, for Christ sakes!"

I lifted my head up and began to look around, trying to spot the mothers to whom this conversation belonged.

"I know. But I feel kind of bad for him. I heard that he came home to find out his wife remarried the guy who replaced him in that band of his. What was the name...?"

"I don't remember and, quite frankly, I don't care."

"Fall Out Boy," The one mother answered her own question, "Yeah. Fall Out Boy. That's the name. But just imagine if it was you in his place - coming home to no husband, no house, and all your friends have turned on you. It must be miserable."

"Well he deserves it for what he did."

"I wonder what he's doing now..."

"He's probably planning to kill us and our children! Why else would he be here?"

"He's not going to kill us and our children." The one mother defended me. "I heard that he was falsely accused. Or that the criminal act was planted on him."

"Yeah, you heard that. That doesn't mean it's true."

"He's probably just trying to fit in again, give him a break. I mean, he came here with two kids of his own, so I highly doubt he's going to kill us and our children."

"I don't know. I just don't feel safe with him here. You know what? I think I'm going to go. HEY BILLY! COME ON! WE'RE GOING HOME!"

That's when I saw a woman stand up. She must've been the one bashing me. My eyes narrowed and I clenched my jaw, my grip on the pen tightening.

The woman sitting next to her was looking up at her friend in disappointment.

Billy ran over to his mother and the two of them left. And as the mother walked past me and over to her car in the parking lot, she gave me the nastiest look in the history of nasty looks. How convenient that her car was parked right next Pete's. I smirked and returned my attention to blank notebook on the table.

I heaved a sigh put the pen to the paper, titling the page:

WHAT I NEED TO DO TO GET MY LIFE BACK

I stared at the paper a little longer, not knowing what to write first.

I pressed the end of the pen to my chin. What do I need to do?

"You know...get things back to the way they were."

"Patrick, that's...that's not how the world works!" He yelled at me. I took a step away from him, astonished by his sudden outburst, "You can't just get things back to the way they were!"

I looked up and located Saint on the playground. He was running with someone who looked very familiar. My eyes widened. He was running with Declan. That means Elisa must be here. I begin to look for her. And there she was. Sitting in the shade of one of the trees on the opposite of the park, reading a book.

Elisa.

I put the pen to the paper and scribbled down: 1) Get Elisa and Declan back

"Okay," I talked to myself, "Step one - get my family back. Step two..." I bit my lip as I thought of what else I needed it to do. And that's when it came to me.

2) Get my band back

And three...

3) GET BRENDON OUT OF THE PICTURE

I heavily circled and underlined that step before throwing the pen down and standing up.

I'm going to go talk to Elisa, I thought to myself as I started making my way over. But I was stopped by a bloodcurdling scream. I jerked my head in the direction and saw Saint lying on the pellet-covered ground, curled up in a ball and crying.

"Saint!" I screamed, rushing over to him.

"Declan!"