Adopted [ Fall Out Boy ]

5 - You Look Just Like Patrick Stump!

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, hope you like this chapter :) I made it extra long!

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Last night, I fell alseep pretty uneasily. It was my first night in Patrick's house, after all. So, I woke up kind of late, at 1 pm. But there's nothing wrong with sleeping in on summer break, right?

Stretching, I wonder what Patrick might be doing. Should I go and make myself breakfast? Or would it be lunch? And would that be rude of me? So many questions, all involving food. Glorious, glorious food. I decide that I may as well at least eat some left overs from last night as my stomach growls.

I hop down the stairs to the kitchen, not having even bothered to change from my PJ's. They're just sweatpants and a t-shirt, so the world can deal. I happily raid the fridge for my unfinished orange chicken, and plop it in the microwave for the proper time. As I wait, I sit at the kitchen table. Where the fuck is Patrick? He hasn't made a peep. Quickly, I check my phone for any messages he may have sent me. And, unsurprisingly, there are three from good ol' Pattycakes.

What size are u?

Like, bathingsuit wise.

This isn't weird I'm being totally normal I just wanted to go swimming today but remembered that we haven't bought u a swimming suit yet and you were asleep so I didn't know if u already had one or not

I laugh, seeing that they were only sent about twenty minutes ago. What a dweeb! I type up a quick, "I already have a swimsuit" message as the microwave dings. Ah, sweet food, here I come!

But as I skip to grab my food, the door slams open. I expect Patrick, of course, and shout out, "Yay, you're finally home! Sorry, I just got the texts."

But I actually hear a slightly familiar laugh, though I know it isn't Patrick's. "Finally woke up, huh? Well, we got you a swimsuit, it's just medium sized, though." Says a kind of nasally voice - could it be, Joe?!

I almost drop my orange chicken leftovers, surprized to see one of my idols in my doorway. I mean, Patrick may be my new guardian, but still! I've never met Joe before! Quickly, I straighten out my hair and set down my Chinese. Clearing my throat, I say, "It's greet to meet you! And I already have a bathingsuit, but thanks anyways."

Joe just laughed at me, as Patrick came through the door, at last. He's holding a few plastic bags, so I assumed they didn't just get me a swimsuit. He waves to me, "Goodmorning, kiddo!"

"Yeah," Joe says, "Patrick told me you're a fan. Life long dream come true?" He asks.

Nodding, I grin. "Life long dream come true!" I confirm, shoving a fork into a piece of chicken. Hey, I might be meeting Joe Trohman for the first time, but I'm also hungry as hell!

Patrick tosses a bag my way as I munch on my breakfast. It lands on the table, and I sit down in a chair as I begin to exam the contents of it. Of course, there's a swimsuit - along with sun screen, some sunglasses, and two pairs of flipflops. Shoving anothing piece of chicken in my mouth, I get out the swimsuit, and blush, a little. It's a bikini, which I've never worn before. Just one pieces... It's simple and black, and the top has skeleton hands on it. I giggle, shaking my head.

Joe begins to raid our fridge, like I had earlier, and Patrick smiles, pulling a chair next to me. "So, you like it? Joe thought it looked 'totally hip'." He mocks, and the curly haired man digging through our fridge just grunts as he finally pulls out a... Juice pouch.

Very mature.

"I think it's cool, but, still, I already have a swimsuit. Thanks, though! That's very thoughtful." Patrick nods, and stretches.