Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Max's POV

I stayed out in the streets for a day, not surprised that Brendon didn't send anyone after me. No one wanted me. No one had ever wanted someone like me.

I listened to the bustling streets of Seattle for a couple of minutes. I heard a little girl crying, and I climbed out of the shadow where I was hidden.

The little girl wailed. She had brown hair, and grey-green eyes, much like mine. She wailed in the middle of bustling streets. "MOMMY! MOMMY!"

I walked up to her. "Are you lost?" I crouched down to her height, trying to appear less menacing.

The little girl nodded. "I can't find my mommy." She cried.

I wiped her tears. "I'll help you find her. I'm Max." I smiled. "How long were you out here by yourself?"

Tears kept falling. "I saw a puppy and followed it into the city, and I can't remember how to get home."

I wiped her tears again. "Don't cry. Do you know your address?" I walked with her down the street."

She nodded again, giving me an address. (A/N I don't know any places in Seattle. just make one up, m'kay?) I pulled up a map on my phone, and we walked to her house which was, luckily, not very far away.

I read the white mailbox. Carter. That was my last name. I shook off the thought. There was no way.

The little girl's parents came out and she ran up to them. Everyone was teary eyed, and the feeling was bittersweet. I smiled at the scene, until the girl's mother faced me.

She had soft features, grey-green eyes, and brown hair, like the little girl. I recognized every inch of her face. She had aged, but I barely noticed. There were just strands of silver hair, here and there, and her eyes had smile lines. Other than that she looked exactly the same.

Tears started to fall down my face, and I whispered as the girl's sister, and father stood up, also facing me. "Mommy." I whispered the word. "It's me, Max."

She looked at me, sad, almost angry. "What was that?"

"I'm Max, your daughter. I thought you died on the plane crash." I was bawling like a baby.

"I think you're mistaken." The woman was also crying. She was on the verge of screaming, that's how upset she was.

"No! Mommy. I had a twin sister, Celeste. We used to like in Australia." The memories came flooding back. "I had a stuffed rabbit named Mr. Woodrow. I used to call him Mr.Wa-wa." I was sobbing, hysterically. I got cancer, and we were forced to move here. I thought you all died on the plane crash. I was adopted. I thought you died." I started to breathe faster, and I slid to the ground in a panic. "Why don't you remember me?!" I screamed it. "Why did you leave?!"

"I'm sorry." The woman was rushing all of her children inside, and her husband stood protectively by the door. "I only had two daughters. I never had a child named Max." She closed the door behind her.

I called Brendon, still sobbing. "I miss my mommy and daddy." I sobbed into the phone, sitting on the sidewalk, desperately clinging to the telephone pole.

"Where are you, Max? You're gonna be okay." He whispered into my ear.

"I miss them." I whispered again.

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