"So, Briona, you like our bands?" I was sitting on the couch with Tyler and Pete next to me. I nodded fervently.
"You can speak you know." Tyler said calmly.
"Yeah, I know, I'm just not convinced this is real life yet." I muttered. Pete pinched my arm. "What the actual fuck?"
"Well you're not dreaming." He said smugly. I can't believe this is my life now.
"Am I gonna go on tour with you guys?"
"Of course! Patrick might trust you, but I don't." Joe spoke up from the armchair. I rolled my eyes.
"Um, where's my room?" I asked to no one in particular.
"This way, follow me." Patrick came out of the kitchen. "Its currently plain, I didn't know what color you would want it, or if you wanted any decorating."
"That's fine Patrick. Also, I'm sorry if I don't call you dad, it's just I grew up without one, so I don't feel comfortable calling anyone that."
"That's okay Bri. Here's your room." He gestured to a door. When I opened it it was filled with posters, the comforter was black, and the pillows had one of the fabulous killjoy guns on them.
"You lied to me!" I punched him in the side.
"Sorry, I wanted you to be surprised."
"Well, I love it! Thanks Patrick! I'm gonna take a nap." I said hugging him.
"Okay kid, see you when you wake up." He said while walking away.
I wish my bedroom looked like that!
So long
-Egg
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Jess and I Get Adopted.
FanfictionErg, first imagine... "You. Get over here." The adoption lady pointed to me. "This is your new dad." She gestured to the man in a fedora and glasses. "Holy shit! Your Patrick Stump!" The lady smacked me for my choice of words. "I love your band!" "...
