Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Brendon's POV

Max was now going to therapy three to four times a week now, and I was afraid to leave her alone. It was a rare occasion that I didn't send someone over to watch over her while I was gone. And today, it was Gerard's day to look after her. And I had a suspicious feeling about it.

*****

I was pulling into the driveway when Max was suddenly curled up on the hood of my car, withering in pain. I was going to have to murder Gerard. I parked the car as fast as I could, then got out, rushing over to Max, who was now crouched over the grass, spitting up blood. Gerard came out after, on a skateboard, screaming. He stopped once he saw me, I grabbed him before he could run away.

Max stopped me, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth. "It was not his fault." She said, commanding. "I wanted to do stupid skateboard stunts, and it was not another suicide attempt. I want to stop going to therapy, I'm not suicidal anymore, it was just stress, and when you don't listen to me it makes me want to scream. I know you try, but sometimes I just need to yell at someone, and get all of my thoughts out." She took a deep breath and looked at Gerard. "Was that good?"

He grinned. "Did you get everything you needed to say out?"

She turned to me again. "Also, can I go stay with Gerard tonight? We're gonna eat our weight in gummy bears, and stay up all night, and do stupid stunts that will be so much fun." She smiled at me.

"Promise to not get drunk, and to talk with me once you get home tomorrow?"

"Yes, but I can't guarantee that I'm not going to break myself, because  Gerard and I together can be pretty stupid, but also Mikey and Frank are going to be there, so they might calm us down. But it's okay 'cause i know how to form a splint and stop blood from flowing, and I had to do stitches on myself once. So we probably won't need the hospital." She grinned and ran inside, grabbing a small duffel  bag that was already packed. She pecked a small kiss on my cheek, before spitting a tooth into her hand. "Oops." She grinned and climbed into Gerard's car. "I love you."

I called after her. "We're going to the dentist once you come home!"

When I walked inside I sighed. I got a great child.

Max's POV

"Gee, if I'm not allowed to get drunk, does that mean that you're not either?"

"Probably not. But I do fun stuff even if I'm not drunk. As long as Mickey isn't home we'll be good." He pulled into the driveway, and much to our surprise, it was empty.

I looked at Gerard. "Stupid stunts?"

"Is that even a question?"

"How many more teeth do you think I'm gonna loose?"

"Four at the least. Seven at the most."

*****

"Three and a half." I spoke into the ice-pack that i was holding on my face. My face had bruises on it, i had two black eyes (A/N from loving too hard) and my mouth was so swollen, i could just barely be understood.

"We didn't bet, did we?" Gerard was bandaging up his leg, which had gotten road burn.

"Damn it. We should have."

"Ice cream?"

"Scare small children at the park?"

"Definitely."

"Okay."