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

Chapter 46

Pete's pov

We lost terribly to the girls. And no offense to Elisa, Ashlee, and Kaitlyn they would've lost if it wasn't for Brandie and Gabby. It was actually really fun too.

Night fell but we had on lights, and a dance floor. Plus we had a dj. It was fucking awesome. Patrick was laughing as Brandie tried to get him to dance. By dancing. She was pretty good too. A song ended and I went inside where more people were. Old friends and Brandie's soccer team. There was a knock and I went to get it. I opened the door and the girl from McDonald's stood there in a tight black dress short black dress that made it look like she was gonna pop. She was also in stripper heals.

She smiled and said, "I was invited by a friend."

Um then come in. Upstairs off limits." She nodded and winked at me. I shook my head and shut the door. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer before going back outside. Brandie and Patrick were doing karaoke and I started laughing uncontrollably. Ashlee walked over and kissed me smiling,

"This was awesome."

I nodded and Brandie tossed me her mic and climbed onto the waterfall and jumped off. I handed Ashlee the mic and kicked off my flip flops and peeled off my shirt before diving in after Brandie. I swam over to her and she smiled,

"Oh hai!"

"Hai! Now it's time to go under water! Mwahahaha!" I exclaimed. She looked at me and I grinned evily before bear hugging her and dunking both of us. Once we resurfaced I scrambled out of the pool and she followed me yelling at me.

I ran past everyone inside and upstairs. Brandie following me. I could hear her dad's dog tags jingling. I got to the top of the steps and she tackled me. We fell in front of her door and she started tickling me.

After a few minutes I saw her door was open. I tapped her shoulder and she stopped asking,

"What?"

"Your door's open." She stood up as did I. She walked in first me following close behind. The girl from McDonald's was standing in the back of the room and Brandie's room was trashed around her. Her back was too us and she was scribbling on the chalk bored. Instead of Brandie's drawings and lyrics covering the walls, now all they had written on them were whore, slut, worthless, bitch, piece of shit, etc. Brandie gasped and the girl spun around. She quickly opened Brandie's window and slipped out before either of us could grab her.

Brandie's eyes widened and she started searching for something. After a few minutes she kicked her desk yelling,

"She took it!"

"Took what?!" I demanded. Brandie held up a picture of her and her dad. Her dad was holding a small statue built of what looked to be ruby. It looked like a girl in a ball gown.

Brandie looked at me saying, "My dad left me to that in his will. He made it. It's also worth millions and it's gone! She took it!"