Adopted by Fall Out Boy (FAN FIC)

The Happy Summer

[Please Read Author's Note]

Patrick eventually left for tour again and it was back to just Elisa, Declan, and I. I didn't feel as bad as before. I missed him, but I didn't feel guilty for missing him. I just smiled and told myself we'll skype soon. Patrick skyped us every week. Declan would lean up on the screen so the only thing Patrick could see was his cute little toddler face. 

"Daddy, when are you coming home? I miss you," he'd say earnestly. 

Patrick would always smile at him and say, "Soon, buddy. I'll be over there before you know it and we'll have pb&j sandwiches for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. How does that sound?" 

"Yay!" Declan would squeal and retreat from the screen so Patrick could see Elisa as well. 

I think it was a little bit because of this that that August Fall Out Boy broke up. It was tragic for the bandom, what remained after all the years, and the sales of albums and merch boomed from what I overheard the manager tell Patrick. They didn't go on to solo careers after that. Everyone mostly resided to a normal life with kids. They announced it through their site, like My Chemical Romance, and it was over. 

I would lie if I said I was completely heart broken by that decision. I was actually a little happy. Patrick would be the standard dad after that. Well, as normal as he got because dads don't wear fedoras or sing very well and have a guitar collection. Though, I was a little sad I knew the memories would still remain after that and they'd never been forgotten. 

There was this one event that I remembered all my life. The 2018 BBQ. The guys had been planning it for a month. They had three days off where they could do whatever they wanted before having to get on a bus and drive to their next show on tour. They planned to have a BBQ on the 2nd day. Declan and I were woken early and given a light breakfast before being rushed to the groceries store. 

"C'mon Declan. We have to hurry," Elisa said, grabbing his hand and rushing him into the store. "Okay, Cora, I need you to get these things for me," she handed me a list of stuff. "Make sure you get some plates, too. I'll see you here in ten minutes, okay?" I nodded and went on my hunt for the first item. Ketchup. 

I strolled through the aisle looking for it when I saw a head of dirty blonde hair pass behind me. I was sure what caused me to turn and want to identify whose head I saw. But I did. I could only see the back of his head. He was tall and lean and had this kind of confident stride. I watched him walk away and then remembered my list of ingredients needed. 

I grabbed some mayonnaise and went to find some plastic spoons and plates along with tin foil. When I found it, I heard the laugh of an old friend. I turned to see Logan, the Logan from the orphanage, walking around with a young woman who pushed along a cart of groceries. The woman said something to him, a command to grab something off the shelves, and he replied with, "Yes, mom." It was his adoptive mother I assumed. 

I stared at him and I knew it was him. His face had changed from cute to handsome. He was still taller than me. His green eyes had a sparkle that I hadn't seen in forever. His hair was in a sufer dude kind of style and he was more muscular than I remembered. His smile faltered when he saw me. His face went pale for a moment. I gave him an awkward smile and a small wave. He did the same but did not try to engage in conversation. It was him after all who stopped talking to me. 

As I continued to look for the items, we continued to awkwardly bump into each other around the store. It was I who broke our awkward silence. He was alone looking through the different pastas when I walked up to him. When he saw me approach, he looked around looking for an escape. He found none, so he turned to me.