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

Chapter 15

Brandie's pov

Ashlee wasn't at the house. No one was. We were picking Patrick up. I raced to my room and grabbed money and a back full of clothes. Plus my phone charger. Pete was already downstairs and I smiled and smiled,

"Let's get Patrick then go food shopping."

He nodded slipping Ambien in his pocket. I made sure I had mine and we raced out. I made sure the door was locked before jumping in the car. We drove to Patrick's house 5 minutes away. I raced to the door and knocked on it saying,

"Patrick get your ass out here!"

He opened the door giving me a 'really' look. I smiled and pulled him out. He had a bag and I laughed,

"We just need to go food shopping."

He laughed and kissed the top of my head saying, "Okay. Can't wait to see the cabin. Pete told me it was awesome." I nodded excitedly and got in the back with him. Pete looked back at us saying,

"Okay no PDA in the store you 2."

I smiled before saying, "Yes daddy."

Pete through his hands up saying, "I'm your adoptive older brother! Not dad! Stop making me feel old! Brandie Candy!" Pat looked at him and I hit Pete's bicep and he started driving.

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We got to the cabin and I walked in. I had cleaned up some of the stuff.

I clapped my hands together saying, "Bathroom down the hall. Kitchen straight ahead. Loft through that secret door. Bed rooms upstairs. Pete gets the one at the end of the hall. I get the one on the right. Patrick gets the one on the left. I'll put food away. Tv's in the loft."

We put everything away and I smiled, "Race you guys upstairs."

They both ran to the stairs and I raced to the loft. I climbed up the ladder and climbed over the railing I was had to jump 3 feet and grab the stair landing and climb over. I jumped and smiled and climbed over the banister. Pete and Patrick appeared and I smiled,

"I win."

"How!?" Patrick exclaimed. I smiled before climbing over the banister. I jumped and grabbed the one for the loft and climbed over saying,

"It was easy. Climbed up the ladder, jumped and grabbed that banister and I pulled myself over."

I did it again and they just looked in between each other and then at me. I walked to my room and opened the door. It smelled musty. My walls were still purple, and my twin sized bed was still in the middle of the room. My dresser's white paint was peeling. I laughed and walked over to my old curtains. They were black with neon paint splatters. Me and my dad had made them by accident. My eyes widened and I crawled under my bed. I pulled out the dusty box and I smiled before opening it. Inside it held my first ever soccer medal. I had won it the month before my dad died. He took me up here for a party. It was also filled with pictures of us and signed things from the bands he worked with. Patrick sat to the left of me and Pete sat to the right of me. I took out a picture of me and my dad when I was 6. It was my science fair. My dad was smiling and we were standing next to my volcano. He had taken the day off work and almost gotten fired for it too; just for me. I showed it to them saying,

"That's me and my dad at my first grade science fair. He took the day off work and almost got fired because of it. Just so he could be there for me. God I wish he could be there when I play in the Olympics. I wish you guys could be there."

Patrick laced our fingers together and Pete did the same with my other hand and they smiled in unison,

"We are gonna be there."

I smiled before remembering something. I jumped up saying, "Follow me." I raced down the stairs and to the main level and then to the basement. Once I got to the bottom of the stairs I noticed that it was still the right temperature. I flicked on the light and smiled. The recording booths were still there. Along with my old basses, my dad's old guitar, and pretty much every instrument. Not to mention varying microphones. When bands my dad was working with wanted to get away but still work; he'd let them come here. I sat down and started messing with the controls. Everything still worked. I turned on the mic in recording booth one and grabbed my old acoustic electric bass. I walked in and used the internal controls. I put the head phones on and adjusted the mic and sat on the stool. I adjusted the second mic for my bass and started playing I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy. Pete and Patrick made their way down here and started messing with it. I laughed as they walked into recording booths 2 and 3 and started singing with me. I made a face and we stopped recording. I laughed as they walked in. I explained everything and Patrick kissed me before smiling,

"Let's go get food. It's almost 8."

"I am really hungry now that you mention it," Pete laughed. We walked upstairs and I watched as Pat and Pete started cooking. They were screaming at each other within a matter of minutes about how to make whatever they were making. It was hilarious.