"Oh my god." I whispered, starring down at the one of the papers. Brendon scrunched his eyebrows together and stares at me. "Oh my god." I repeat, standing up.
"What, what is it?" He said concerned, quickly standing up too. I cover my mouth with my hand and laugh in surprise. I stare down at the letter, shocked. He snatches it from me and starts to read it aloud.
"Dear Sydney Urie,
We are happy to inform you that you have been nominated for the APMAs Best Guitarist award! All nominees were chosen by the fans. We invite you and your band to the 2015 APMAs. We wish you could you luck!" He reads of before gasping.
"How the hell did you manage to get nominated for something! You've only been in the band for a couple months." He says, laughing picking me up by the waist and spinning my around. "This is wonderful!" After he sets me down, he looks at my hand. "So what's the other paper?" He asks.
I unfold it, it's just the list of nominees. I read off who I'm up against. "Arun Bali, Jordan Buckley, Tony Perry, Kevin Skaff, Will Swan, and Jacky Vincent." I read off. "Oh my god, I'm up against professionals Brendon!" I said loudly. He chuckles and runs his hands through his hair.
"My daughters nominated for an award." He says. "Syd this is huge! And if you win this..." He trails off and looks down at the paper. "Wait," he pointed at the Best Live Band award nominees. He said. Our band was under pierce the veil. "Make that two nominations." he said with wide eyes.
"Actually make that three nominations." I said after my eyes met the Best bassist section. The last name on the list was Dallons. Brendon's eyes get even wider.
"Three fucking nominations." He said quietly. "This is insane, I have to call Angie!" He said grabbing his phone out of his back pocket. "This is big!" He said as he walked away. At the moment, I could care less about Angie. I just got nominated for an AP award! I must be the youngest nominee, I mean I'm only 15. I search my pocket for my phone, after pulling it out is snap a picture of my nomination letter and post it on my Instagram. This is big, real big.
•TWO HOURS LATER•
My door swings open, Brendon sticks his head through. "Hey, I'm going out with Angie. I don't know what time I'll be back, keep the doors locked, stay inside, and try to come up with an idea for the new video." He said quickly before speeding away. I snort and think of a joke.
"Use protection!" I yell. I hear him skit to a stop, he walks over to my door.
"Excuse me?" He said with scrunched eyebrows.
"What." I said. "Just sayin'"
"I'm not...we haven't." He speeds off again. "Fuck off Sydney!" He yells. I crack up. I love our relationship.
After I hear the car pull out and leave, I hop off my bed and out of my room. As I walk down the stairs, I pick up Bogart who was following me. After that, I head to the living room. Right as I'm about to sit down, there was a knock at the door. I sigh and head to the door. I reach for the doorknob, but then it hit me. Brendon tells me to never open the door when he's gone, he said that you never know who it could be. I take the risk and open the door.
There standing there was a tall man with slightly curly brown locks. He had some stubble and a roundish face. His eyes were blocked my expensive sunglasses, the same that Brendon has. I look down to find him holding a leash. At the end of the leash was a hound puppy, bogart flipped out. I quickly set him down and block him from the door. "Hi can I help you?" I ask. He looks at me for a second.
"I think I'm at the wrong house." He said, adjusting his glasses.
"Depends. Who are you looking for." I replied, shifting slightly as bogart try's to run through the door.
"Brendon Urie, he may have lived here before you." He said. His voice is...strangely familiar.
"No, you have the right house." I said. His eyebrows scrunch together.
"Then who are you if you don't mind me asking." He asked, running a hand through his hair. The sleeve on his jacket rides up slightly, revealing some fancy script. I was able to make it out. 'Mad as a hatter' it said. Why do I recognize this.
"My names fm Sydney, Sydney Urie." I said. "I'm Brendons daughter." I said. His eyebrows shoot up.
"Daughter." He said confused.
"Yes daughter. Now what do you want." I said.
"Brendon's daughter, you think your Brendon's daughter." He laughs. "Are you just a crazy Fangirl?" He asks, then he stops laughing. "But if you were a crazy Fangirl, you would be freaking out right now." I look at him weird.
"Whys that?" I say confused. He shifts.
"You don't know who I am do you?" He said with a nervous laugh. "Fake panic fan." He whispers to his dog.
"What? Excuse me?" I says. "If you don't tell me who are, I'm closing this door." He moves his hand to his face.
"My names Ryan." He starts talking off his glasses, revealing a familiar face that I thought I would never come face to face with. "Ryan Ross." He finished. My mouth drops open.
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WHAT RYRO WHY YOU HERE?! Literally I wrote half of this in math class. Sorry this chapter kinda sucks, I feel like there was too much going on but whatever. Also it's pretty short sooorrryyy, I've got a lot of tricks up my sleeve for this book. *wiggles eyebrows*
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Fanfiction(SEQUEL TO ADOPTED READ ADOPTED BEFORE READING.) It's Sydney's first summer living with Brendon and she loves it. Well, until a woman comes into Brendon's life. Although he loves his girlfriend, she hates Sydney and Sydney absolutely hates her. Whi...
