Brendon got home around seven. When he got home, he walked up and into my room and handed me something wrapped in foil. "I come bearing leftovers." He said, plopping down on my bed next to me. I set my laptop aside and open it. There, now half wrapped up was half of a hamburger.
"Where's the other half?" I ask. I points to his stomach and smiles.
"In here." He says, I inspect the hamburger before taking a bite and chewing. "Did you get my text?" He asks, watching me. I shake my head and take another bite. "Oh well AP wants us to interview us and have us play a set." He says.
"When?" I say, swallowing some hamburger.
"They want us there tomorrow, bus leaves at 6 AM." He says, I nearly choke on my food. I cough a little, he sits up fast and starts patting my back. "Please stop dying."
"Excuse me?" I say, finally ending my coughing. "Why are we taking the bus? APs centered here." I say, looking at him confused.
"Well, apparently they want us to drive to Seattle for all of this." He say. Seattle? "But hey, you get to visit your hometown." He says happily, I guess I'm okay with this.
"Seattle's okay." I say shrugging. He pats me on the shoulder before standing up.
"I want your to be all packed before eight and I want you in bed by nine." He said, walking over to my guitar. "Don't bring your guitar, it's an acoustic set." He said before walking out.
"How long are we going to be there?" I shout. I hear him walk down the stair case.
"Uh, maybe three days." He shouts back, hmm three days for Ryan to work in the studio. I finish up what was left of the hamburger and tossing the foil in my desk trash can. I hop off my bed and walk over to my closet. I swing open the door and walk in, looking around I notice that my amount of clothes has definitely grown from when I first got here. I have one whole section just for stage clothes and the rest is just regular clothes.
I pull out my suitcase and start packing. I start by putting two sets of stage clothes and setting them on the bottom, a few pairs of pants on top of them, and some shirts at the top. I unzip one of the side pockets and drag my suitcase over to the dresser which is also in my closet. I grab a decent amount of bras, underwear, and some socks before walking over to my shoe rack and grabbing my black hightops.
After I finished packing, I dragged my bag down the stairs and set it near the garage door next to what I'm guessing is Brendon's. He walks over to me. "Remember, set your alarm 4." I groan and hug him. "We are leaving at 6."
"Why do I have to get up so early if we are not going to leave for two hours." I ask whining. He sighs and pats my head.
"Welcome to the music industry my dear." He said before pulling away and looking over at the wall clock. "It's almost 8, go to bed." I groan again. "If you don't go to bed now, you're going to be all grumpy and tired." He said, I snort. "Have to seen your self in the morning! You get scary sometimes." He says, I chuckle.
"I love you too." I said. He smiles and rubs his arm.
"Go to bed child." He says. I hug him before walking to the staircase.
"Night!" I shout, starting to walk up the stairs.
"Love you!" He shouts. I giggle before walking to my bathroom to get ready for bed.
•Four in the morning•
BEEP BEEP BEEP! I groan and slap my alarm clock. It's way to early, I slowly open my eyes and sigh. Its still dark out, I can tell even though my blinds are shut. Even though it's so early, I can smell coffee brewing and hear Brendon singing. I smile and swing my legs over the side of my bed, touching down on the ground. After pushing off the bed I walk to my door, opening it and walking down the hall.
"I smell coffee." I shout as I make it down the stairs. I hear his chuckle as I walk into the kitchen. There pouring a cup of coffee for himself, wearing sweatpants and a white tee was Brendon. He then grabbed me a mug.
"Morning." He greeted, softly singing something. "Want some?" He asked, shaking the empty mug at me.
"Sure." I say walking over and taking the mug. "We leave at six right?" I ask, pouring myself a cup of coffee before following him into the living room. Of course there sitting on the couch was little miss Angie. I groan and plop down on the couch.
"Hi Sydney." He said wearing a fake smile just as fake as her boobs.
"Hi Angie." I say. We both stare at each other for a while before Brendon finally breaks the silence.
"Yes we leave at six. Is your bag ready Angie?" He says, I start choke on my coffee which was very not pleasant because it is very very hot. Brendon quickly sets down his coffee and sits down, patting my back. "Are you okay?" I continue to cough. "Hey hey hey, deep breaths." I finally clear my throat. "What was that?" He says, chuckling slightly.
"Wrong pipe." I lied. He laughs.
"Stop, save those pipes for later." He said before standing back up and grabbing his mug. He then walked back into the kitchen.
"Didn't know you were tagging along." Angie says, picking at her nails. I snort and set my coffee down.
"One, I'm part of the band and two, I'm his goddamn daughter." I say sassily. "I should be the one surprised, why are you coming." I ask.
"I'm his girlfriend." He said, playing with her nails.
"When did you even get here?" I ask her, annoyed. I take another sip of coffee, being careful not to choke this time
"Why do you think Brendon made you go to bed so early?" She said, tilting her head and shooting me with a fake smile. It takes me a minute to process when she just said, then it hits me.
The coffee spills from my mouth back into my mug. "Oh my god!" I said disgusted, I think I'm going to throw up.
"Hey Urie, hey Urie, hey Urie are you nasty." She sings mockingly.
"Stop, just stop." I hiss.
"I can say, he's pretty nasty." She says, right as Brendon walks in.
"Who's nasty?" He says, sitting down and putting his arm around her.
Angie smiles. "Oh no one babe, we were just having some girl talk." He leans over and gives her a passionate kiss. I cringe and get up to pour myself some more coffee. Brendon senses that I was uncomfortable, hummed, and pulled away.
"Where are you going?" He asked before wiping his lips off. I shake my mug in that air as I walk away.
"Coffee." I said, before entering the kitchen and pouring myself another mug. When I walk back in, I see Brendon messing with her hair. I feel a stab of jealousy, he does that to me. I sigh and plop down on the couch.
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Adapt To Changes (Book 2)
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...
