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

Chapter 16

"You won't believe it, Pete. You know that Jane girl I introduced to you before you left on tour?" I asked him over the phone, the phone pinned between my ear and shoulder as I prepared breakfast for everyone.

It was a school day so it was around six thirty in the morning. I hadn't slept very much anyways, I stayed up worrying about Jane. Also worrying that someone was going to hurt me - out of habit, of course - even though I was the only one in Pete's house beside his children and Jane. I knew Bronx, Saint, and Jane wouldn't even think of hurting me. At least I hoped not.

"Yeah, the one I told you to invite over?"

"Yeah, her. Well guess what I found out yesterday?" I cracked the egg against the pan and dropped the yolk and white into the pan. A sizzling sound filled the air as I discarded the empty shell to the side.

"What'd you find out?"

"She's Meagan's sister."

There was a pause before he laughed and replied, "That's funny. I-I thought I just heard you say that she was Meagan's sister."

"That's because I did."

Another pause. "But...but that's impossible. Don't you think I would've known if Meagan had a sister?"

"She told me that she and Meagan weren't really all that close. So maybe Meagan didn't like to talk about her or bring her up."

"Are you sure she's Meagan's sister?"

"I'm pretty sure. It's what she told me."

Silence resonated on the line for a good minute before he inquired, "How'd you find this out?"

"I invited her over last night," I disclosed to him, slipping the scrambled egg onto the plate.

"You did?" I made a sound of acknowledgment. "What happened? Did you get to second base? Third base? Home plate?"

"Pete!"

"What? I'm just curious..."

"I didn't get to any bases. We're best friends, what don't you get about that?"

I switched which shoulder I was holding the phone on and picked up the two plates I had finished preparing, moving into the dining room and placing them down on the table I had set up for breakfast. There were already two plates on it with the same exact meal as the ones I had just made.

I took the phone in my hand and added, "But I think she might like me, like, in a more than friends way. Because she asked me what it would say if an officer like her were to fall for an ex-convict like me."

"Oooh, she likes you," Pete teased, "And I think you like her too."

I rolled my eyes, "She's married, Pete."

"Ever heard a thing called divorce?"

Actually I'm very familiar with it, thank you very much, I thought to myself.

I lowered the phone away from my ear, shouting upstairs, "BREAKFAST IS READY!" Almost instantaneously, footsteps pattered down the stairs. Seconds later, Saint at the table, shoveling the food into their mouths. He's followed shortly after by a zombie-like Bronx. I guess that's what he gets for staying on his Nintendo 3DS all night. "Hey I got to go, I'll talk to you later alright?"

"Can I say hi to my kids? Ask them how they're doing?" He questioned before I hung up.

"Yeah, sure." I couldn't deny him the right to talk to his children. I handed Bronx the phone, "Your dad wants to talk to you."

"Oh no, what did I do this time?" He joked languidly, wiping his hands on his pajama pants before taking the phone into his possession and putting the phone up to his ear, "Hello?"

"Let me talk to Dad! Let me talk to Dad!" Saint exclaimed, nearly lunging over the table before getting down from his chair and walking around the table. "Let me talk to Dad!" Bronx waved him away. I shook my head and walked away, going upstairs to check on Jane.

I opened the door to Pete's bedroom and found Jane up and awake, standing at the dresser and holding a button down denim long-sleeve in her hands - it could only have been Meagan's, because I'd never seen Pete wear a shirt like that before. Jane herself was shirtless, the only clothes on her being her bra and her jeans from yesterday. My eyes widened.

She glanced over her shoulder at me and dropped the shirt back into the open drawer. "I'm sorry," She immediately apologized, closing the drawer with her hip and crossing her arms over her chest. "I was just looking for a clean shirt. There was, um...stuff...on my other one." Her other one was in a pile on the bed.

I blushed, "I-It's okay. How are you feeling?"

"I don't remember anything from last night," She admitted to me, laughing softly, "Except something having to do with a pizza war...?"

I laughed, "Yeah. Saint started that."

"Right," She nodded her head.

"Hey, um...breakfast is ready," I informed her, slipping my hands into the pockets of my pants and swaying back and forth on the balls of my feet, "You can come down whenever you're ready." I was doing everything in my power to avoid staring at her chest. "And I can clean your shirt for you if you like. Here," I walked over to Pete's closet and opened it, pulling out a basic white t-shirt, "You can wear this in the meantime." I threw it at her and she caught it, quickly slipping into it.

"Thanks," She said. I nodded my head and turned to leave, "Hey." I stopped in my tracks and glanced over at her. "There's one more thing I remember from last night."

"And what's that?"

"A list." My cheeks burned up. "Your list. And if I recall correctly, the list was a list of the things you needed to do to get your life back in order. Am I right?"

I chuckled nervously, "What about it?"

Jane walked up to me and took my hands in hers, "I know you want revenge, Patrick. But take my advise and don't try to do the things on that list. It's not going to end well for you if you do, and I really don't want to see you at the state prison again dressed in orange." I hung my head, looking down at our entangled hands. "Please, Patrick, I beg you, don't do it."

"I won't," I mumbled.

"Promise me."

"I promise," I lied, looking into her eyes to convince her that I was telling the truth.

She gave me a faint smile before releasing my hands and heaving a sigh, "So you said breakfast is ready? What'd you make?"

"Bacon and eggs."

"Yum," She smiled before walking past me and leaving the room.

*****

Jane had to leave during the middle of breakfast. Christian called her and I could hear him yelling at her through the speaker. I was in the kitchen while she sat at the table with Bronx and Saint. She told me she hoped to see me soon and reminded me not to do anything on the list.

"Yeah yeah..."

"I mean it, Patrick."

"I know you do."

I took the kids to school like I did yesterday, but this time Elisa wasn't there. Declan had already been dropped off. I sulked down the hallway, my hopes of seeing Elisa crushed.

Why do you want your life back anyways? Jane asked me the night prior. And she made a good point: Why did I?

Author's Note: So I know this chapter probably wasn't all that great, but I promise you things are going to get interesting soon. These past couple of chapters have just been like...fluff, basically. I'm trying to develop the relationship between Patrick and Jane and the purpose of Jane to the story and I don't think I'm executing it like I intended to. Oh well. Next chapter should be a little more exciting than this one, but thanks for reading this one and stay awesome! -Rachael