Adopted by Brendon Urie

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Max's POV

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed for no reason, because I was Max, and I did whatever I wanted.

Brendon looked up at me from the paperwork he was doing and cleared his throat. "What do you want, Max?"

"I'm bored." I sighed.

"Go hang out with someone."

"Can't. MCR is on tour, You're busy, Axel is at work, and FOB is recording today. They only need me on days when they're writing. TOP is currently in New York, and the rest of your band is busy." I whined.

"Go write a song."

"Writer's block."

"Go out clubbing."

"Not allowed. Triggers are in clubs." I stood, sighing. "I'm gonna go bungee jumping off of the roof."

"You do that." Brendon didn't look up, and I don't think he believed me.

"I will."

"Okay, Max."

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"FUCK!" I screamed as I fell down off of the roof, straight onto my arm. It was bent at a weird angle, and I didn't even flinch, looking at it expand. It gave me a deja vu of my first time on tour.

I walked inside and called out to Brendon. "Where are the car keys?"

'Why? Where are you going?"

"I have to drive myself to the hospital."

Brendon quickly whipped himself into the room. He knew that any sentence that I said with the word 'hospital' was not a good thing. "What did you do?"

"Broken arm. I told you I was going to go bungee jumping off of the house."

"Sometimes, I swear you're insane."

"I was bored."

"Get in the car. I'm driving.

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Filler crap.

the nasty,

miss jackson