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

Chapter 86

Brandie's pov 

We both froze. Not only because Pete just kissed me and our lips were still touching, it was because of the sparks that flew as our lips made contact. I heard a faint sound of someone starting to come up the steps and we pulled away; both of us refusing to make eye contact. I sat on my bed, and awkwardly pulled my knees to my chest. Pete just kissed me and I kissed him back. I just stabbed one of my best friends in the back. No, I stepped my sister in the back. 

Pete walked out without saying a word and as soon as he did I got up and locked my door. The room spun around me and I couldn't focus. I needed to get out of here, or I needed to face things and have a panic or axienty attack. One way or the other I lose. Even thought the room was spinning I managed to earase everything on my walls and started writing. But before I could finish I passed out. 

Ryan's pov 

Pete walked out of the house and he seemed kinda upset. Brandie was still in her room. I really didn't like he being alone right now. Not after Becka blaming their dad's death on her. Brandie already blames herself.It took her forever just to be okay. And I only know that because of visits when she didn't even remember me. I'm sure she doesn't even remember any of those visits. 

After a few more minutes I finally started making my way to Brandie's room. Hemingway was asleep outside her door. I tried to open it but it was locked. 

I knocked saying, "Brandie you okay?" There was no answer and Hemingway looked at me with an expression that said, 'Pathetic human stop interupting my sleep'. A chuckle ri[[ed through my throat and I knocked on her door again asking, 

"Brandie?" Again no answer. Something wasn't right, and I didn't like it. Quickly I jogged downstairs and found Ashlee in the kitchen. She looked up when I came in and gave me a small smile. 

"I need a key to Brandie's room. She's not answering me and I'm really starting to get worried!" I exclaimed. Ashlee jumped and looked startled but nodded. She took something out of her pocket and tossed it to me. It was a small silver key. 

Within the second I was bolting up the stairs yelling my thanls. I needed to get in that room and make sure Brandie was okay. 

It took a few minutes of struggling but I got the door open. Hemingway wasn't to keen on moving. But I got the door open. And Brandie was on the ground her breath coming in short gasps. At first I feared the worst but there was nothing around her that she could've used to do anything to herself. She had either a panic attack or an axienty attack. Whatever Pete's upset about must be huge. Because he was the last one in here with Brandie. I need to find out what's going on. 

Carefully I walked over to Brandie and noticed she had a piece of chalk in her hands. My eyes scanned her walls until I found what she was writing; it was an unfinished sentence. 

'I don't want to pick up'