A New Hope

Chapter 2: L.A.

Today's the day. Today I move to L.A. My flight left at 7:00 in the morning, so I was up pretty early. I grabbed my black Panic! t-shirt and my high-waist shorts and put them on, trying not to wake Riley. God, she's so cute when she's asleep.

We left the house around 5:00 to be there by 6:00. Riley slept in the backseat on the way, while Katy and I talked. "I want you to text me when you board. Oh Chloe, I'm gonna miss you," she said.

I smiled a little, a single tear rolling down my cheek. "I'll miss you guys too," I say, looking back at the sleeping eight-year-old in the back seat.

When we got to the airport, we woke Riley up to say goodbye. "Hey kiddo," I said quietly, kneeling to her height, "I'm gonna miss you. Maybe one day we can Skype,ok?" I asked.

She nodded quickly. "Of course Chloe. I'll miss you," she said, tears streaming down her face as I pull her into a hug.

I got up and hugged Katy, not having anything to say. I waved goodbye and walked into the airport with my two suitcases and my backpack.

~AFTER BOARDING~

I put my backpack in between my feet and took out my earbuds. I always loved flying. It was just like seeing the world in a new perspective. (A/N ha, see what I did there?)

I plugged my earbuds into my phone and hit play on my Panic! at the Disco playlist. Miss Jackson came on. When we started to take off, I noticed that no one was sitting next to me, so I started singing along quietly.

The plane ride wasn't too long. Just three times through the playlist, and we were landing in L.A.X. I hopped off the plane happily and went straight to baggage claim. When I got there, I saw a person with my bags. When I walked up to them, they looked up from their phone. They had on big sunglasses, a benie, and a sweatshirt. I wondered what they were trying to hide, because it was like 100 degrees outside. "Hi, I'm Chloe, and those are my bags. Are you my new dad?" I asked in the nicest way possible.

He smiled at me. "Yeah, I am. Follow me, my car is right outside," he said. I kinda recognized the voice, but I couldn't place it. Don't you hate it when that happens?

When we got outside, we walked through the parking lot to a purpleish looking color Scion. I put my bags in the trunk and climbed in the front seat. "So, if you don't mind me asking, why are you wearing a sweatshirt in this heat?" I asked.

"Oh, right. Yeah, I can take these off now," he said.

When he took off the sweatshirt and sunglasses, I started to freak out inside. I pinched myself. Nope, wasn't dreaming. I was adopted by Brendon Urie. "Uuuuuhhhh," I said.

He smiled. "I guess I don't have to introduce myself, huh?" he asked, nodding toward my t-shirt.

I shook my head. "Nope. Wait, you aren't an imposter right?" I ask.

He laughed. "No, it's actually me. I'm guessing you're a fan?" he asks.

I nod and unlock my phone. The background was a picture of green, blue, purple, and white roses with the name "Panic! at the Disco" written on it. "Well, this is awkward. You got me through some pretty tough times. You kept me alive," I say as he pulls out of the parking lot.

I told him the whole story, about how I was about to commit suicide, how his song came on, how he gave me a new hope(A/N As the people at Cinemasins would say, "Roll credits!"). "Wow. That is why I sing. To help people through the tough times. God, I just wish people would realize what bullying does," he said.

I nod. As I listen to the radio play, we pull in front of a big house. "Is this my new house?" I ask.

He nods. "Yeah, this is our house. Come on in," he said with a smile.