Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Max's POV

I came back in the middle of the night. The party was over, and all of the guests were gone. Brendon was asleep upstairs, and I sat at the piano.

Handwritten sheet music, and lyrics were sitting on the music stand. I slowly started to play, the song pouring from the piano.

Brendon's POV

I walked downstairs quietly, in the middle of the night. Really Max? Three in the morning again? Something must have been bothering her.

I saw her sitting at the piano, playing the song I just wrote. She sung along, and I stood there, listening to the pain of the song, mixed with the pain of Max's voice. She didn't choke on the tears like I did when I sung while I was crying. Her voice was still crystalline, and perfect.

She squinted at my sprawled writing, and smiled to herself. She played some chords, accelerating the song even more, and started to sing her own lyrics.

"There's no you and me
This impossible year
Only heartache and heartbreak
And gin made of tears
The bitter pill I swallow
The scars souvenir
That tattoo, your last bruise
This impossible year

There's never air to breathe
There's never in-betweens
These nightmares always hang on past the dream

There's no sunshine
There's no you and me
There's no good times
This impossible year."

She finished the song with a few last simple chords, and bit her lip. She spoke. "I heard you, by the way. And I'm not upset, I just needed to be alone for a couple of hours. Also, this song should have trumpets during the instrumental breaks. It's very good." She smiled at me and started to make coffee for both of us.

"Do you ever sleep?" I looked at her.

"Not really. I have insomnia. And besides, I could do so much when everyone else is asleep." She poured the coffee. And you have to start packing today for your tour, so I suggest you try and get more sleep." She sipped her coffee.

"You're coming with us." I looked at her. "Just because you are more responsible than me doesn't mean that you are an adult." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Fine. I'll start packing so I can help you later." She marched upstairs.

*****

"Are you ready to go?" Dallon pulled into the driveway with the bus, Pete following in the other one.

Max snorted. "You're still in pjs. I was ready waaayyy before you." She carried our bags outside. I grabbed grabbed my cell phone, and walked out to the bus.

"Max, do you want to ride with Panic! and twenty One Pilots, or with MCR and FOB?"

"Where's Gerard?" She looked out for him. It was liked she had a unhealthy obsession with him, although she only met him twice.

"On the other bus." I looked at her.

She smiled grabbing her bags. "Bye, Bitches!" She marched out.

I shouted after her. "Language!" I chuckled to myself.

Max's POV

I jumped on Gerard's back. He freaked out, catching me quickly. So what if Brendon thought I had an obsession with him. Gerard was great. He didn't act as much like an adult. Intoxicated or not.

Gerard smiled at me. "What did Brendon say to you before you came onto your bus?" He had a devilish grin on his face. I knew he had heard.

I'll call him. After two rings he picked up. "What is it Max?"

Gerard and I yelled into the phone. "Mother fucker asshole bitch. That fucking slutty man-whore and all that crap, you dipshit." I hung up the phone and we laughed hysterically.

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