Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Brendon's POV

Max cried over the smallest things lately. It didn't matter what it was about, she would just drop tears everywhere. I understood that it was because of Claire's death, but I couldn't stand to see her so upset.

"Brendon?" Max whimpered.

I didn't even ask why she was crying before giving her a hug. She looked into my eyes, tears streaming down her face, and she just let everything out. There were no words, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was babying her a little too much.

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"Max, I'm going out for a little bit to work on songs for the album." I kissed her on the top of the head. "Patrick and Pete are going to come over to watch after you."

Tears started to fall, but I pretended not to see them as I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. Three months was a long time to be grieving someone. The tears should have stopped a while ago.

Max's POV

"Patrick, " I was bawling, "Why don't I have any friends?" I wiped tears from my face smearing my makeup.

"You have friends, honey. You have us."

I started to cry harder, starting to yell a little bit. "I want friends my own age. I don't want friends that are old enough to be my father." I stormed upstairs and hugged onto my pillow, crying. All I really did now was cry, and all I wanted to do was cry. I wasn't good at anything else.

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"She wants friends, Brendon. Not us." Patrick was talking to Brendon as I walked down the stairs silently.

I stormed in. "I don't care. It's not like people would want to be friends with me. They would just want to be friends with me because I'm Brendon's daughter, and I know all these famous people. I want to be loved for who I am. Not who you are. And I know that's just not going to happen." I stormed back upstairs, slamming and locking the door.