Adopted by Fall Out Boy (FAN FIC)

What Would You Like To Do?

*Patrick's pov*

When we finished, the guys had to go home. "Alright bye Andy," I said. He waved and left with his shades on. "Do we have to go?" Joe said. I nodded. "Fine bye!" Joe and Pete said as they left. I waved goodbye and went upstairs to check on Cora.

She was asleep on her bed. She had the green blanket on. I kissed her cheek and said, "Goodnight." She didn't hear me of course, she was asleep.

I went to my bed and sat on my side of the bed. I sighed. I missed Elisa. I really did. But I knew I had to respect her choices. Even though I was heart broken. I moved over to her side and remembered how cute she looked in the mornings. How she would wake up and open both her eyes at the same time and then smile. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I scolded myself. Don't cry. She wouldn't want you to cry. You need to stay strong for Cora, she needs a father. I sighed deeply. I turned on the TV and soon fell asleep.

*next morning*

I woke up and looked around. I put on my glasses and yawned. I stood up and went to check on Cora. I opened the door to her room. She was snoring slightly and scrunched her nose. I thought it looked quite cute. I looked around to make sure nothing was out of order, and left the room. What do I do know?

Elisa usually already had something planned for us to do, but . . . I shook my head. Forgetting Elisa was harder than I thought. I sighed and walked downstairs. What do I do? I was still a littke groggy but managed to sit and read a book without going back to sleep. It was quite interesting. It was about a man who love a woman, but to keep her safe had to hate her. Love was worth the sacrifice. I sighed. This was Elisa's favorite book. She would beg me to read it, but I would never really read it.

I was to the part where the biker threated to kill the young woman if the young man didn't get him his money, when my stomach growled. "Ah food," I said. I stood and went to the kitchen. What shall I prepare?

I heard someone come down the stairs and then Cora was at the kitchen door. She wiped her big brown eyes while yawning. Her black her was in a messy pony tail and she wore her pjs. How cute.

"Good morning daddy," she said still half asleep. She called me daddy . . . I smiled. She sat on the kitchen table and rested her head. "Good morning , sweetheart," I said. "What would you like for breakfast?" She lifted her head in an instant and said, "Pancakes." I smiled. "Pancakes it is, Kiddo."

*Back to Cora's pov*

"Patrick!" I squealed. He kept tickling me while I mixed the batter. "I'm gonna drop the batter! Stop." I said the last word swatting his hand away with a very high pitched voice. I giggled once more and continued to stir as Patrick put butter in a pan where the batter would go once it was done.

The bowl was a little too big for my hands but I managed to carry it around with me so I could stand close to Patrick. I stired with caution sticking out my tongue a little. "You almost done kiddo?" I stirred fasty. "Almost, " I said sticking my tongue out even more. As I finished stirring it I realized just how silent the room was. "Ppssshhh Paattrriiiccckkk," I whispered. He looked up. "Yes?" "It's so quite. Make some noise." My voice was barely a whisper. "You wanna put some music on?" "Ooohh yeah," I said as I put the bowl down. I'd just finished and was ready to put this batter on the stove.

"Okay let me go . . ." He said as he walked out of the kitchen and came back with his laptop. He went on YouTube and said, "Search up something you'd like to listen to." I stood there for a moment deciding what mood was I in. A song suddenly came to ran and I ran over to the laptop. I typed in five words and hit search.

The piano played and I jumped up and down. "When I was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band, " I sang.  I never had a good singing voice but that never stopoed me. I sang to it as Patrick poured the batter making the first pancakes.  I bounced around for a bit singing along to the song.