That's my Daughter//Adopted by Brendon Urie {COMPLETE}

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When I woke up,  I didn't see anyone. I assumed the boys were in the other room. Things went so fast, I don't remember half of what happened.  I got up and realization hits me like a brick wall. I'm a Urie! I got adopted by Brendon Urie! He is my dad. Wow. I squeal and jump around. Aiden will have to hear about this. He is my friend that I had back in Arnett, and he was awesome. Sometimes, when Miss Baker was in a good mood, she would let us go to the city park and we'd jam out to Panic! or Fall Out Boy. I was looking at the ground, wondering how I would tell him, when I got shook. I jolted my head up to see Brendon. 

"Hey kid, are you okay? I heard you yell so I ran in. You were just standing there smiling at the floor...Is everything okay?" He asked, worry filling his voice.

"Everything is perfect. This is a dream come true. Panic! is my favorite band, and now I got adopted by the lead singer? Amazing! Not to mention I'm on tour with you guys." I said, still smiling, making Brendon smile. 

"I'm happy to hear everything is okay. Wanna go get some food? We don't normally cook on the bus." He asked and I nod. 

"Sure... sorry to ask, where are we?" I said, looking out the window. 

"We are in Purcell, Oklahoma.  We perform here later." He explains, "Get some clothes on and we can go to McDonald's and get some breakfast." Brendon says walking out of the bunk bed area. I can hear him humming along to Crazy=Genius. I get out my bag and throw on a way too big My Chemical Romance shirt and some black leggings. I put on my combat boots and walk to where Brendon is. I begin singing to his humming. 

"You're just like Mike Love but you wanna be Brian Wilson, she said you're just like Mike Love but you'll never be Dennis Wilson.  Hey ah ah, Hey ah if crazy equals genius, if crazy equals genius. Then I'm a fucking arso-!" Brendon yells language, cutting me off. I laugh. "Sorry, Brendon, I'm used to singing that part."  Brendon shakes his finger at me and laughs.

"Not while you're under my roof! Brendon yells in a jokingly  father tone as he points to the roof of the bus. I smile.

"So I can get off the bus and not be under your roof" I say running past him and get off the bus. I start saying curse words to the beginning of I Write Sins Not Tragedies. 

"Fuck. And shit. And ass. And bitch. And dick!" Brendon runs over to me and spins me around.

"Lydia! You can't do that!!! What If someone saw you? They could send you back to Arnett. Although we barely just met, I really like you as my daughter. Promise me you"ll never,  I repeat NEVER, do that again. I was joking about the fatherly tone, it's okay to let it slip on the bus or at home, but not in public." He says to me. For a man that's 29, he is pretty fatherly. I'm surprised. 

"Okay, Brendon. I'm sorry." I say. I meant it, but it is kinda hard to not let them slip when Miss Baker cussed all the time. Brendon smiles and looks around, then he ushers me back onto the bus.

"No one knows about you, so just say you were trying to be nice and strike up a conversation. Or maybe we are close friends. Or I'm watching you for a friend...you aren't exactly tall to look like an adult." He was referring to our walk to break the fast. He was really trying to be a father, and I appreciate that. It's better than what my real father ever did. I got the choice to move in with him when Miss Baker found him. I stayed two nights at his house and left. But that's a story for another day. 

"C'mon, child, let's go get food!" Brendon said as he ran out the bus. I was smart and waited back a little. I grabbed my purse and cleaned my glasses before leaving. Then I ran out and caught with Brendon. "What took you so long?" He asked.

"Being smart. That way people don't have proof that we came together." He smiled at me. 

*After food and a walk back to the bus*

"Hey Lydia." Dallon said as we got on the bus. It was 8:47 and it was too early. 

"Hey Dallon." I try to put on a smile, but I was just so tired. 

"Are you okay Lydia?" Kenny walked in and looked at me. 

"I'm fine, just tired. Brendon wouldn't let me get any chocolate milk" I say with a pout face.

"I told you that you should have gotten some coffee." Brendon says with a shrug.

"I don't like coffee. Dr. Pepper and chocolate milk is all I need to stay awake. Brendon, can I go lay down, just for a bit?" I turn to ask Brendon. He nods. I run to the bunks and lay down on mine. I wasn't going to sleep, I was going to check social media. I got on Twitter and looked at some tweets of the Panic! fan accounts I follow. They all had #Beebothefather written on them. Most of them showed a video of me running out, then Brendon coming out. You couldn't hear what he said, but you could defiantly hear my swearing and then me looking down saying sorry. Guess the secrets out.