Adopted (a Fall Out Boy/Pete Wentz fan fic)

Chapter 8

Brandie's pov

I smiled and Brandie continued playing Dance Dance while we both sang stupidly half mocking Patrick. The front door opened and Pat yelled,

"Pete! Studio! Now!"

"Busy!" Pete yelled back

I heard Patrick walking over demanding, "With what?! Brandie's at school! What else could ou be busy with?"

"Meeeeeee!" I yelled. Patrick got to the door way and his eyes widened. Oh. I forgot to cover the new cut and bruise on my arm.

I smiled and Patrick demanded, "What the fuck happened?"

"My mom showed up at school and tried to kidnap me," I replied.

Pat shook his head before saying, "Well you 2 get shoes on! Studio! Now!" I laughed and pulled on my shoes and Pete tossed me his leather jacket saying,

"Wear it."

I laughed and put it on while he put on one of his other jackets. We walked out and Patrick laughed when he was me and I got in the back. Pete got in the front and they played music and we all just talked.

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We've been at the studio for a while and someone knocked. I opened the door and Ryan and Brendon hugged me.

Brendon rushed, "We saw the news. Nice move yelling at the paps."

I smiled before replying, "It was really that hard." Ryan looked at the cut on my cheek and walked over to the first aid kit. He took out a band aid and put it over the cut and smiled. I laughed as did Brendon. I hugged Ryan and kissed his cheek smiling,

"Thank you very much Mr. Ross."

He smiled and messed with my hair saying, "No problem. And as soon as FOB's done we're all taking you shopping. And to get the tattoo and piercing. And new clothes!" I groaned and Pete walked over and laughed,

"We're finished. Leggo."

I shook my head and Pat picked me up. I squeaked and he raced to the car.

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We got to the tattoo place and I was getting my design at the base of my neck. It was kinda close to the bone so it also kinda hurt. Pete was smiling at me since he was sitting across from me just to annoy the fuck outta me. Then he got up and raced to the car. Patrick face palmed saying,

"I was hoping he forgot about that thing." He came back in with a back pack. One with speakers. He hooked his phone up to it and started playing random music and annoying Patrick who finally yelled,

"If I ever get the fucking chance I'm moving to Canada so I can be away from that!" Pete laughed and my tattoo was finished. He pierced my lip for me and I paid him and we left. It was pretty awesome.

Now we were just roaming around the mall since we got stuff at Hot Topic. The guys have been dragging me into random stores saying I need to get more stuff but I keep sneaking back out of them. It's kinda funny cause they keep buying me stuff anyway. Cause now they know my fucking sizes because they helped me pick out shit at Hot Topic. So I told them what sizes I am. Which was a really stupid move. Don't get me wrong they got awesome stuff. But they were like pampering me. And that's just...no.

We stopped for food on the way home and Patrick and Pete smiled at me and I asked,

"What?"

Patrick looked at Pete before smiling, "You get to come to a celebrity party with us. You're wearing the black dress and new shoes you got today."

I hugged him since I was in the back with him saying, "Thanks guys. Pete I'll hug you when we get home since I'd rather not crash."

Pete took his hands off the wheel making a face at me in the window and my eyes widened. He put his hands back on the wheel saying,

"Don't worry." How can I not worry when someone does that? That's how my dad died. He couldn't take care of me full time taking my mom to rehab and then his job. But instead of being in the orphanage on weekend's we spend time at our cabin in the woods. Driving up there my dad was messing with me. He took his hands off the wheel and a drunk driver hit us. So I can't not worry.