Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Max's POV

"ORDER IN THE COURT!" Th judge screamed.

I screamed louder. "I DON'T CARE! I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU ORDER! THIS IS STUPID." Multiple times, Brendon and his lawyers had tried to silence me.

"If you don't give me order it is clear that by living with Mr. Urie you have not been given the right disciplines to properly train you." The judge was being an asshole.

"I WAS LIKE THIS BEFORE I MET BRENDON! I AM STAYING WITH HIM! I GIVE MORE OF A DAMN ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO ME THAN THE REST OF YOU, OBVIOUSLY. I DON'T CARE WHAT STUPID PUNISHMENTS YOU GIVE ME, I AM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF MAKING MY OWN DECISIONS, YOU M-"

Brendon clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to silence me. He knew that I was about to call the judge a mother-fucking-asshole. Sometimes it was the people you knew best that kept you from doing what you really wanted. "Don't say it, Max." He whispered in my ear.

I licked his hand and he slunk away from me. I ran out of the seat I was sitting in, straight up to the judge. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I smirked, and ran out of the courtroom, avoiding the guards, and catching a ride with Gerard, where I had told him to wait.

Gerard laughed. "I could hear all of your screaming."

"I have powerhouse lungs." I shrugged.

"Are we partners in crime now?"

"We were always partners, except that we never did anything illegal yet." I chuckled as I saw my cell phone ringing. It was Brendon. I declined the call.

"Does that mean that you are planning something illegal?" Gerard grinned.

"Unless the next part of the plan is illegal, then no." I grinned, but my grin was more evil.

Brendon's POV

I exited the courtroom, my face down, wondering how the jury was  going to vote. I would be called back the next day, and this time, without Max.

There were swarms of news cars driving past the court room, and I wondered what was going on. I drove in my car, following after the reporters, and camera trucks.

I almost had a stroke when I saw what all of the news cars were stopping for.

I muttered. "Oh my lord, Max. Oh, hell."

She was standing on a stage next to Gerard. Why was it that those two were always the source of trouble? There were crowds of screaming fans around them, and I heard them playing a mixture of FOB, P!ATD and MCR songs, singing to the top of their lungs.

The song they were playing finished, and Max stood at the mic. "I have a story to tell you guys." She smiled and winked at me. "I was adopted by Brendon Urie. But before that, I had a family. I knew my family, and I felt like nothing could ever separate us. But, my parents and I were separated. in a plane crash, I thought they died, and visa versa. Months ago, I was adopted by Brendon. And I love him more than anything in the world,and no, not in a kinky way. And now, my parents found me. They know I'm alive. But I don't want to go back with them. Brendon is my everything. Now, these people, my biological parents, suddenly want me back. I have a question for you guys. Is that fair?"

A couple people in the crowd shouted, "NO!"

Max grinned. "I  CAN'T HEAR YOU! IS THAT FAIR?!" She screamed into the microphone.

"NO!" The whole audience screamed it this time.

"THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! LET'S GO, AND FIGHT FOR BRENDON'S HAPPINESS, AND MINE. AND, EVIDENTLY, YOURS TOO! IF ONE PERSON COMES, WE WON'T WIN. WITH ALL OF YOU, WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE." She led the crowd, singing a song, winking at me once more when she passed by.

That was my Max. No one else could have her.

I marched with the rest of the crowd. With Gerard and Max leading their band of misfits, it was the Black Parade.

Only 100 times stronger.