Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Brendon's POV

I woke up at 7 in the morning, which just so happens to be very early for me. I smelled coffee, and waffles, which made me roll right out of bed. I thumped down the stairs and saw Max cleaning the house while making waffles also.

I kissed the top of her head. "Why are you up so early? And why are you doing so much work?"

"Your alarm clock is wrong. it's set to the wrong time zone. It's actually ten o'clock." she handed me a cup of coffee. "And ever since I left the orphanage, I realized that I have a compulsive need to always be taking care of something or someone. I can't sit still anymore."

I tried not to snort up my coffee. "How do you do that much work? I don't even do that much work?"

"I can't help it. I was pretty much in charge at the orphanage. I almost had another panic attack yesterday because I wasn't doing anything."

I started to walk back upstairs. "Where are you going?" Max called out after me.

"We're getting you a dog. Get dressed."

*****

"I love them." Max cooed over the small dogs we got. A brown and white rustle terrier, and a black and white boston terrier.

"What are you gonna name them?" I smiled at Max curled up in the back seat, cuddling the puppies.

She picked up the black and white one. "This is Penny Lane." She kissed her on the nose, then picked up the brown and white one. Max looked at him for a moment, then looked at me. "I can't think of one. You pick, Brendon."

"That's Bogart." I smiled back at her.

"That's cute. Penny and Bogart. I love it." She pet the small dogs carefully, and smiled to herself, silently happy for the rest of the car ride.

Max's POV

I picked up Penny and kissed her on the nose. Brendon chuckled to himself, which made me giggle. Honestly, I was still a little kid. I think it was because I was deprived of my childhood.

"When's you birthday?" Brendon asked abruptly.

I bit my lip. "You adopted me. Did you read my file?"

"I didn't want to read it without getting to know you better. I felt like it was violating your private space."

"Oh." that meant I had a lot to explain. "It's tomorrow, but we don't have to do anything. I'm used to not celebrating. It's nothing special." I shrugged it off.

"WHAT!? You never celebrated your birthday? Your birthday is on mischief night, and you never celebrated it?" (A/N mischief night is the day before Halloween for anyone who doesn't know)

"No. I've also never been trick-or-treating." I said that more quietly than before.

"NO FUCKING WAY! What did you do during your childhood?"

So I was gonna have to tell him now. "If you read my file you would already know this, but I guess I just have to tell you. When I was born I was perfectly healthy. I was born in Sydney, Australia, with my mother, father, and twin sister. Nothing ever went wrong. When I turned three years old, I was diagnosed with level five cancer tumors on my neck. The doctors in Sydney did everything they could to keep it from spreading, but they couldn't get rid of the tumors entirely. My parents heard that there was a better chance of me surviving if I went to America, so we did. The plane never made it. It crashed, taking all of the passengers except me. I was six then. I somehow made it to shore. The coast guard found me, and I was taken to an orphanage. I eventually got the treatment I needed. I was ten by the time all the cancer was gone. Nobody ever wanted a little girl with cancer, and a bald head, so I was never adopted. I wanted to make sure all the other children felt loved, so I acted like a mother to them, tried to make their loves better, so they wouldn't have to suffer without love like I did." I sighed, and when I looked over to Brendon, tears were streaming down his face.

"You are a superhero." He told me. "That was amazing." He wiped his eyes and I smiled at him. He smiled back and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "But you're still getting that party. I'm gonna make it a masquerade."