Adopted by Fall Out Boy (FAN FIC)

Partial Truth

I turned to Patrick and hugged him one more time. "I really missed you." He hugged me tightly. "I missed you too." I smiled and let go. "I made you alphabet soup." At that moment I realized how hungry I was. I had only ate the pancakes with bacon and popcorn. My stomach grumbled. I couldn't even sleep with the hunger that so suddenly appeared. "Wow I am suddenly hungry. Let's go eat , Dad!" I ran into the kitchen and Patrick followed. "Sit while I serve you." Usually I would protest and help but I was never good with hot food, I usually ended up burning myself. Also I was tired. Long day doing many activities. I sat down on one side of the long table. Patrick grabbed a big spoon and picked up some soup and poured it into a bowl. He put it in front of me.

He served himself some too and we looked at each other. "So how was your day, Cora?" I smiled. "Well first Pete and I went to Dennys. Then we went to the park and played soccer, which I won. Just sayin. Don't let him forget that I won him. Okay so then after we went to his house and watched Lady and The Tramp. Well I watched it and he feel asleep. So then I watched some kid Tv show that I've never seen before. Um so then after he tried to get me to play Guitar Hero. Let's just say I can't play that game. Then we played Monopoly. Things got a little out of hand there. He won sadly. Uh . . . yeah and I think that was all." He laughed. "What do you mean things got out of hand?" I took a sip of my soup looking at him. "I did not mean that we started fighting for the dice. That is not at all what I mean." "Holy Smokes! Cora you're not supposed to be fighting with Pete!" I took another sip calmly. "But I didn't. Okay I did. But it was his fault. He moved the dice. All I did was keep the dice from him, he was the one who put chased me!" I raised up my hands in a sort of surrender.  Patrick laughed.

"Okay, Cora just eat your soup!" "Yay!" I ate the soup in a hurry. I was hungry and I just wanted some food in my stomach. When I finished I said,"Thanks Patrick for this wonderful meal." He laughed. "It's soup." "It's a wonderful meal, " I insisted looking him straight in the eye. He laughed. I yawned. "Well I think it's time for me to go to bed. " Patrick stood up and put the dishes in the sink.

I ran upstairs and grabbed my Pjs. I dressed in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I walked back into my room which looked even more newthan ever. It was a bedroom but it wasn't my bedroom. I needed to decorate it to make it feel mine. The night was colder than usual and I didn't think the thin cover of the bed would would keep me warm. Patrick came in with a nice soft green blanket. I laid in my bed as he tucked me in. My mother never tucked me in so I felt . . . akward? No akward was not the word. I felt different. Patrick kneeled besides my bedside and stroked my hair. I smiled at him and said, "I love you Dad."

The truth was I wasn't sure how I felt of him. You bearly even know him. You don't love him. You knew your mom for 7 years and you bearly loved her. Now that was just my mind making up lies. I did love my mother. But . . . it wasnt a strong love. She was cruel to me at times but I had to love her because she was the only one I had. But with Patrick there was something different. When he smiled at me I felt like he cared so much for me. When he hugged me I felt that he was trying  hard to protect me. At that moment I wasn't exactly sure what I felt for Patrick but it was something strong.

"I love you, too." He kissed my cheek. "Goodnight, Cora." He stood up and turned off the lamp which only left the hallway lights to illuminate the room. He was almost out the door when he said, "Oh I almost forgot. Elisa's Mom got worse earlier today so they moved her to a hospital in Italy where there are better doctors to treat her. So Elisa won't come home anytime soon. Okay,  Sweetie?"

*Patrick's pov*

I watched as how she looked down at her blanket and took a deep breath. It was fast and before I knew it she was looking at me smiling. "Okay, Dad. I hope she gets better." I nodded.  "Me, too." "Goodnight, " I said one more time. "Goodnight, " she replied but was cautiously looking around the room as if something was going to hurt her. "Are you okay?" I asked. She looked at me with a little surprise as if she forgot I was there. "Yeah I-I'm okay." "You sure?" "Yeah" Her voice was shaking a little but I decided to back off. I didn't want to invade in whatever she was hiding. I smiled and closed the door.

Pete called me. I answered.  "Hello? " "Hey , Patrick, are you okay? How are you taking it? Do you want me to come over and cheer you up?" I chuckled at how caring Pete is. Well he is my best friend so. "No thank you Pete. I think I'm beter now." I walked into my room and sat on the bed taking off my fadora. I hadn't realized I was still wearing it. "Okay. So you're just going to stay in? Not talk about it? Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" "Yes Pete! I don't want to talk about it! " I said chuckling. "You don't want to go out and forget about the problem? I don't know go to the club or a party?"

The clubs and parties were one of the reasons I got into this mess. "Um no thanks Pete. I appreciate everything but I just want to sleep. " "Okay, goodnight Patrick." "Goodnight." I hung up and slamed my head into the wall. I turned on the tv and started watching the news. It was pretty much murder, murder, rape, car accident, political news, celebrity gossip, and some natural disaster somewhere in the world. I stayed up watching it until 11. Then I turned off the tv and went to check on Cora. I didn't think she would do anything but I wasn't sure what to do with kids so I decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to check on her.

I opened the door and looked at her. She was turning and turning. She was mumbling and was sweating. I walked over to her unsure of what to do but I was worried. She looked scared. Was she having a nightmare? "No. Stop. Stop." She said as a tear feel down her cheek. I was waking her up she was worrying me. I shook her and she sat up crying. "NO!" She took deep breathes as she cried and then realized I was here. She turned and hugged me. She cried into my shirt. "Shh shh. It's okay Cora, I'm here. Tell me what happened." She shook her head. "Okay. It's okay. Just calm down. Shh shh." I stroked her hair and hugged her until she finally calmed down. She laid in bed with her brown eyes red and puffy. "Did you have a nightmare?" She nodded. "What was it about?" She hesitated. "My mom." I didn't know how to help her with that. I didn't know anything about her mom. Heck, I didn't know anything about her past. How was I supposed to help her? The answer was I couldn't. I bearly knew the basics of taking care of a kid. I didn't know know to help with the emotional parts. Well I kinda did.

"It's okay. I'm here now. Just go to sleep. Tommorow will be better." She nodded and snuggled under her blanket.  " Patrick? Will you sing to me?" I smiled. I could do that. "What song do you want me to sing?" "What a Catch, Donnie. Please." That song had so many memories and feelings. I softly sang,

"I've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match what a catch. Woah. You'll never catch us so just let me be. Said I'll be fine till the hospital or American embassy. Miss Flack said I still want you back. Yeaa. Miss Flack said I still want you back. I've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match what a catch.  What a catch. And all I can think of is the way I'm the one who charmed the one. Who gave up on you?Who gave up on you?" I looked at her and she had fallen asleep. I kissed her forehead. "Goodnight,  Sweetie. "

I left the room a little paniced. I didn't know how to take care of a child. I mean I did. But there was something about Cora that had more to it. I mean she's going to be the child of a celebrity so that must make it hard for her. And to make it worse she was going to be the adopted child of a celebrity. I had a feeling that maybe she wasn't over her mom's death. But I wasnt so sure about that. I needed to gain her trust. I needed to make her feel welcome and at home. So far I hadn't been doing a good job. It's her 2nd and you send her with Pete. Good going Patrick. I sighed. Like I told Cora, Tommorow will be a better day. Just forget everything about today. Tomorrow we'll start fresh. I really hope I don't disappoint Cora like I disappointed Elisa, I think.

AUTHORS NOTE

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