Adopted By Him..

Part 10

"Holy cheese balls, y-yo-.. Brendon Urie?" I was generally confused.

He nodded, and my jaw dropped to hell. I shook my head in disbelief, and chuckled a little. No way. It's not THE Brendon Urie, for sure..

I needed to clear my head, so I ripped myself from the seat, and darted out of the room.

(Brendons POV)

I heard a giant crash, so I looked around the room for the source. It wasn't hard to find. A girl, awkwardly shifting in her seat I looked down a little and chuckled, she seems nice. When I looked up, she was staring right at me.

"Holy cheese balls, y-yo-.. Brendon Urie?" Her eyebrow was raised.

I nodded, also slightly chuckling, which I'm guessing made her chuckle as well, I don't know.

Without saying a word, she got up from her chair, and darted out the room.

'Shit,' I muttered. 'Did I do something wrong?'

After all the commotion, we carried on talking to the few kids here. Not going to lie, but she's perfect, and possibly a tomboy by the way she looks. Or maybe she's trangender. Hm, I'll have to ask her that when I next see her.

(Alice/Damiens POV)

I was blasting some Fall Out Boy, clearing my head. No, it wasn't him, he's just messing with me. He's got to be like, a doppelganger or something, clearly. What if he wasn't messing with me. Holy shit, what if I just saw THE Brendon Urie. I grabbed my hair in my hands, and threw myself on my bed.

I didn't hear my door open, but I heard a faint 'Alice' over my music. I looked over to see Michelle, leaning on my door. I walked over to my phone, and turned the music off.

"What?" I snapped.

"People are here to speak to you, your parents or something?" She said back softly. I looked at her, eyes wide.

"D-Did one of them have blonde hair, and one of them, black hair?" I stuttered, my voice cracking.

She looked generally confused. "Uh, no? It's Mr. Urie and, I'm guessing his girlfriend?"

Shit.

"Uh, s-sure." I stammered, getting up from my bed, walking over to my door and slightly past Michelle. "Let's go."

*Small time skip*

"So, Alice," Michelle said. "What do you think?"

"Yeah, yeah, awesome." It's not. "Should I go pack?"

Michelle nods, so I make my way for the door, and open it. Before I could step out, Brendon says, "Be quick Alice, I need to be at the studio in 15 minutes."

I mutter an 'okay', and dart out the room and to my bedroom. Damn, who knew the lead singer of a band I look up to, could be such a bossy asshole.

*10 minutes later*

As usual, I throw my suitcase down the stairs, it landing on it's side, with a thud.

"Hey kiddo, watch it. I'm walkin' here."

I shrug, before stomping down the stairs, and to the door, grabbing my suitcase in the process.

I walk outside to see a black and grey car, I don't know what make though, I'm not a car professional.

*At Home*

"Holy shit," I say, surprised on the size of the house. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small. It was just right.

"Hey," Brendon said. "Swearing's my job, and my job only."

"Yeesh, sorry dad." I say, emphasizing the 'dad', making me sound sarcastic.

"How about," He pauses, thinking. "We show you around the house, and then we can play, I don't know.." He pauses again. "20 questions?"

"Sure!" I exclaim happily, walking up to the door, twisting the doorknob. Weirdly enough, it was unlocked.

"Brendon?" Sarah, his girlfriend asks. "You did lock the house, right?"

"Of course I did." He says back, confused. "I'm totally sure I did."

I step inside after all the confusion and, they were there. Sat on the couch, like nothing happened. Oh Lord, this isn't going to be good.

"Ge-Gerard, Lyn." I stammer. They jolt their heads in our direction, a smug grin lying on Gerards face. "W-Why are you here."

"Why do you think Alice," Lyn snaps. "You ran away you idiot."

I heard Lyn mutter something under her breath, it sort of sounded like "like we cared anyway." It probably was, they never cared.

I'm guessing Brendon heard what Lyn said pretty clearly, and spoke up. "Excuse me, what are you saying about my daughter?" Gerard and Lyn laughed.

"Your daughter? Excuse me Urie, but she's our daughter, not yours."

Brendon sighed heavily but quietly. "Listen, Way, just leave before I do something regrettable, in front of my daughter."

Lyn and Gerard got up from the couch, but instead of walking out the door, they grabbed a wrist of mine each, and whispered something in my ear, one after another. I had no clue what they said, but when they'd said whatever, they stormed out the door, Brendon really noticeable with his jaw hanging open. He clearly knew what they said.

"W-What did they say?" I asked, shaking slightly.

"Jesus," He sighed heavily. "Just, stay inside at all times, and don't go out without one of us. Okay?"

I nodded, still confused, before asking, "Can I uh.. Get a tour now?"