Ch.12
It was the last day of the tour, and I was obviously excited. The bands have been so nice to me, and I had so much fun. I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t miss them. I have so much pictures of me with New Politics and Paramore. Fall out Boy would have to be the most, but I spend time with them every day. I sighed and shook out the feeling of sadness and slid out of my bunk. I walked in the kitchen and began cooking some pancakes, scrambled eggs for the guys and bacon. Phoenix came in and sat down, waiting for the bacon. I smiled and fed her a strip.
“For being such a good girl,” I said.
Phoenix barked and ran off. I smiled and continued cooking. I mentally checked off all the things I needed for tonight’s big prank. We were planning on doing it in the middle and end of their set. I smirked about the text conversation me and David had last night about it. I had a feeling the guys were suspicious, but they never mentioned me about it. I put the food in the plates and set them on the table, then filled the cups with juice. When everything was in place, I smiled.
“Breakfast!” I yelled.
I heard running in seconds and Pete, Andy and Joe came running in seconds. “Where’s Patrick?” I asked. Pete sat down and began eating. “Three, two, one,” he said. Patrick came in, tired. I smiled and held up his plate. “Good morning, Patrick. I made some breakfast for you guys,” I said. Patrick smiled and took the plate, sat down. “Thank you, baby girl,” he said, clearly tired. I washed the skillet and all the other utensils I used to make breakfast.
“Come on, baby girl,” Patrick said. “Eat with us.”
I smiled and shook my head. “I’ll eat when I’m done cleaning up,” I said. I filled Phoenix’s bowl with food and watched her eat. Pete shook his head and pulled out a chair. “You cook for us, you eat with us,” Pete said. I shrugged and sat down.
“So, official business to discuss,” Patrick said. “Since the tour’s practically over, and you’re not old enough to stay home by yourself, guess where you’re going for the remainder of the day?”
“Um… doing mini Fall Out Boy concerts to raise money for ALS?” I asked.
“No, well… that actually sounds like a good idea,” Patrick said. “But no. When we go home, we’ll be sending you to school!” I stared at Patrick for a while, then pouted. “But I don’t wanna go!” I whined. Patrick laughed a bit and hugged me. “School’s not all that bad. It’s the place where learning turns to rainbows and unicorns and sparkles and-“
“Patrick, school is everything but that,” I interrupted.
“When was the last time you went to school?” Pete asked me.
“I was removed from the system when I entered kindergarten. Miss. Deathblood homeschooled me and the rest of the kids,” I answered. “So are you going into?” Joe asked. I took a bite of my syrup pancakes and smiled. “Eighth grade.” They nodded their heads and continued to eat. “Are we leaving tonight?” I asked.
“Tomorrow morning,” Pete said.
I nodded and continued to eat. I picked up their plates and washed it. When I was done, I went in the bathroom and took a quick shower. After fifteen minutes, I changed into a New Politics shirt, black skinny jeans with chains dangling from the pockets, and my lace up boots. I had a white bow with black spots securing my hair in a half ponytail, with my fingerless gloves and my studded belt. I walked out of the bathroom and took out my laptop, watching some Fairy Tail.
“We here,” Pete said.
I closed my laptop and petted Phoenix’s head. “You be good while momma’s gone, baby girl,” I said. She nodded and I tossed her her chew toy. I picked up my panda backpack and walked out. The minute we came in, Soren came out of nowhere and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder and running off.
