Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Max's POV

"I DON"T WANT TO MEET THEM!" I screamed.

Brendon tried to calm me down. "Max. You have to. Take a deep breath."

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH, AND I DON'T WANT TO MEET THEM! I DON'T CARE!" I refused to listen to any order Brendon told me.

He picked me up from my bed and planted me firmly on my feet. "You're going, and you're wearing the new dress I bought for you." He put his hands on his hips. "Don't sass me."

"I'M NOT WEARING A DRESS! I'M NOT GOING!" I flopped onto the floor and crossed my arms over my chest.

Brendon attempted to lift me from where I was sitting. He carried me over to my closet and tossed the dress at me. "Put that on now, Max, or I'm not letting you ever come on tour with me again." He left the room.

I grinned and grabbed a pair of scissors. What a stupid mistake, Brendon.

Brendon's POV

"What in hell are you wearing?" Max paraded down the stairs.

"I decided to give the dress more style." She shrugged innocently. This wasn't the child I adopted, that was for sure. The simple black dress that had existed before had totally changed. It was now a shirt, paired with her black shorts, under black shredded leggings. The shirt-dress was completely shredded in the back, and was sleeveless, with the arm holes cut all the way to the waist. She wore a black tank top underneath that, and a beanie on top of her head. On her feet were a pair of combat boots that I knew for a fact were Gerard's and she wore one of Patrick's fedoras on her head, causing only a small amount of silver on her head.

I sighed and looked at the clock. "You're lucky we have to leave now, otherwise, you would be changing that outfit."

She smiled and walked to the car, calling out, "This is not actually the dress." She chuckled. "And Gerard and I got my belly button pierced."

I groaned. "Well, Gerard and I will be having a chat."