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

Chapter 12

Author's Note: I'm so sorry that this is updated a day late. I totally got confused with my own schedule and thought I had a few more days. But obviously I didn't and... Here it is and I hope you like it! -Rachael

"Patrick! Patrick, come on! Wake up!" Bronx shouted in my face, shaking me.

"Whaaaat?" I groaned as I turned away from him in the bed I was still sleeping it. It hadn't dawned on me yet that with Pete gone I could sleep in his bed, so I was still in the spare bedroom with Bronx.

"Today's the first day of school! Get uuuuuuuup!" He whined, shaking me even harder.

"First day of-" I began to repeat when I remembered what Pete had said to me while he was packing up for the tour.

"Do you know what September means, Patrick?" Pete asked me as he searched through his drawers for clothes he wanted to bring on tour.

"No," I replied, standing in the doorway, leaning against the threshold with my arms crossed over my chest. "But I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyways."

"Yup! It means school's going to start back up soon," He fished out a handful of shirts and transferred them over to the open suitcase on his bed. "I remember dreading the day that summer ended and hell began." He laughed at his own joke, I just smiled.

"But now that day is a day I look at as a parent and dread for a whole different reason." He leaned on the suitcase and looked over at me, "It's Bronx's first year of middle school and Saint's first year of school altogether...and neither of his parents are going to be there to see it." I gave him an empathetic look. "But you will be." He shut the suitcase and zipped it up. "And you better make it memorable so he can remember it for centuries." I glared at him.

"Holy smokes," I muttered as I sat up. "Today's your first day of school."

"Uh, yeah," Bronx remarked sassily, "So you better get up or I'm going to be late." He jumped off of the bed and ran out of the room. I yawned and fell backwards, lying back down.

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I pulled Pete's car into a parking spot in the middle school's parking lot. Bronx unbuckled his seat belt and opened the car door, but before he left I asked, "Do you want me to come inside with you?"

"No, I'm a middle schooler now," He slung his backpack over his shoulder, "I don't need you to come in with me." And with that, Bronx hopped out of the car and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Bye Bronx!" Saint called, waving his hand in the air. Bronx heard him (because the window was rolled down) and looked back, waving back at his brother. I smirked. Bronx disappeared into the school and I heaved a sigh, pivoting my torso so I was looking back at Saint.

"Are you ready to go to preschool?" I asked him. He eagerly nodded his head yes. I grinned and turned back around, putting the car in reverse and backing out.

Saint's elementary was about ten minutes away, and in that meantime I heard a new song from Fall Out Boy. I went to turn the stereo off, when I decided to give the song a listen, see what "new sound" Brendon thought would be good for the band. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, the song wasn't half bad.

But it didn't sound like a Fall Out Boy song to me. Whatever defines a Fall Out Boy song, that is. All I knew was that a Fall Out Boy song doesn't have Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco singing lead - a Panic! At The Disco song did.

I arrived at the elementary school and helped Saint out of his booster seat. He held tightly onto my hand as we walked into the school. I had no idea where to go or what to do, the instructions Pete had sent me this morning when I texted him made absolutely no sense. But with the help of one of the teachers standing out in the hallway in front of her classroom, I found my way to Saint's classroom. As I stepped into the room, Saint's hold on my hand became even tighter.