Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Pete's POV

I opened the door to, quite possibly, the weirdest thing I could even imagine. Max had her arms wrapped around Brendon's ankles as he tried to drag her across the room. 

Max's powerhouse lungs were being put to good use. "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! I'D RATHER SLIT MY THROAT AND BE PUT INTO A BOX IN THE GROUND THAN GO BACK TO SCHOOL! I WON'T GO!"

Brendon looked at me ad I mumbled something along the lines of, "I came at a bad time. I'll come back later."

Brendon screamed at me. "NO STAY! I CAN'T GET HER OFF OF ME!" He frowned as she kept holding on to his ankles.

I sighed. "Dude, you should probably just listen to her. I mean, she's obviously crazy, and you said it yourself, crazy equals genius."

"I really hate it when you quote me to prove me wrong. It makes it a lot harder not to listen to you." He looked down at Max. "Want to talk?"

"I'm not letting go until you decide that I don't have to go. I'm very persistent. I know I can last longer than you, so you might as well just give in now."

"I'll think about it."

"I'll think about letting you go."

"Just tell me why you don't want to go."

"Because." She glared at him.

"We can have frozen waffles for dinner tonight." He sighed.

She looked up at him again. "And apple juice?"

He sighed again. "And apple juice." He confirmed.

She gleefully let go. "Well," she lay on the floor, still ready to grab Brendon's ankles. "It's actually pretty simple. I'm dyslexic." She shrugged it off.

"I'll think about it." Brendon sighed (gleefully this time) and walked up to me. "What did you have to say?"

"Oh, um, we're going on tour in two weeks. I just want to spread the word."

"M'kay. Thanks for coming over to tell me that. Otherwise I would still be fighting my a child." He looked back at Max. She was lying on the floor, asleep. She made little puffy breaths as she slept, and didn't  loo like the satanic child she was just a minute ago. "She was like that since three o'clock in the morning. It's no wonder she's asleep now. I just don't know how she found out. Or why she was up at three in the morning." He walked over to her curled up body and picked her up. "Thanks Pete."

Max's POV

I woke up a screaming, crying mess on my bed. I didn't even remember falling asleep. I hadn't had flashback dreams for about seven years. It made no sense why they were coming back now. Brendon stroked my hair, and tried to calm me down. I ran quickly to the bathroom, and started to throw up the contents of my stomach. that explained it. Illness. Illness almost always brought back the dreams, or some sort of new night terror. I didn't really understand it, nor did I care. I was too busy feeling horrible, with my head over a toilet bowl.

Brendon held my hair away from my face and sung to me quietly, rubbing the back of my neck. Once I was done, I cried, and he rocked me back and forth, sitting with me for hours every time I needed to throw up again. He brought me back to my bed, and  took my temperature before letting me fall back asleep.

Brendon's POV

I called Dallon. "I don't know what to do." I was on the verge of tears. How was I supposed to deal with a sick child? 

"Whoa, man, chill for a minute, then tell me what's wrong."

"Max is sick and I don't have any idea what to do. You have children. I need help."

"Dude, first of all, you acting like this is not helping at all. Calm down." I took a deep breath. "Now, what happened so far." I relayed the story of events to him. "She's fine. You're both fine. It's probably just a stomach bug. Keep her drinking water, and if you have to try orange juice, but that's only if the water doesn't work. If she wants to try eating a little bit give her something simple, like toast with nothing on it. Is she running a temperature?"

"Yeah. A little bit." I tried not to hyperventilate. I didn't want to kill my child. 

"Try ice cubes first. It also might be the flu. If you want help I can come over. I'm sure Breezy won't mind the kids just for today."

"Yes please."

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More filler junk, sorry babes. I finally came up with a plotline though.

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