I Guess We'll Never Know (adopted by fob)✔

Thirty-Four

I quietly slinked into the house. It was way to late for me to be sneaking in, everyone was bound to be up by now. If I'm just lucky, it's just Pete and he doesn't give a fuck. "Where were you?" "Concert?" "Dammit Tyler! You scared the shit out of me!" "I left a note. I'm sorry Pat, but I know you wouldn't have let me leave because of the whole 'makeup with Pete and the whole world will shit rainbows' thing. Anyway I needed to go, we were opening for the concert. They need their vocalist." Patrick rolled his eyes and glared at me. "I don't have time for this! Go to your room and don't come out until we're back. I'll figure out what your punishment is when I get back." "At least you didn't scream at me. Alright Pattycakes, have fun. I'm going to get a cup of coffee and I have homework." Patrick's punishments weren't bad and the worst he could do is ground me.

I heard shouting upstairs that caused me to look up from my homework. I felt a shot of anxiety go through my body. I let out a strng of profanities when I realized I forgot to take my medicine. "TYLER!" I jumped and made my way upstairs, taking my half empty coffee cup along the way. I was met with a bored looking Pete and a furious Patrick. I stepped into the kitchen, my anxiety tugging at my heart and lungs. I gripped the counter, knowing what was happening. "Fuck. Patrick I understand you're mad at me but just get my pills and inhaler." He angrily tossed my things and I quickly took everything, feeling my heart beat slow slightly. "Let me guess. Grounded?" He sighed and took off his glasses. His blonde hair flopped over his forehead carelessly and I suddenly could see the beauty and perfection many of the fans see. Holy fucking hell Patrick is beautiful.

"No Tyler we're not grounding you. Believe it or not, we did the same damn things when we were your age. You are not to sneak out, you will tell me about it at least 3 days ahead and if it makes you leave at midnight then so be it. You scared the shit out of me this morning when you weren't there and the note only said 'I went out.' I want you up here and you will stay up here until your homework is finished. Understood?" I let out a long shaky breath. "Are you sure?" My eyes flicked back to Pete, who is intently staring at me, and back to Patrick's worried and annoyed blue eyes. "Yes you will do your homework up here. Don't worry about him. Did you eat breakfast." I ignored the growl my stomach made and nodded. "Ty I know when you're lying to me." "I don't want to eat Pat. I ate last night and that should be fine until at least snack time." My stomach growled angrily in reponse. "Ty you threw up last night. I could hear you. Just eat something please." I sighed and went down to my room to grab all my homework stuff. When I came back up, Patrick is making an omelette for himself and I. "What all do you have to do?" "I have to write and type an English paper, my stupid Calculus, Chem wants me to start a paper on chemical reactions, and I have to write a song for our gig next weekend." I pushed my glasses up my nose a little and hissed when my lip got caught on my braces. "When was the last time you had a braces check up?" I looked down. "Since before the tour." "Fuck. I've been neglecting your health issues haven't I?" I shook my head and pushed my food around. My stomach growled and churned.

"Make one for Tuesday. I just need to get the brackets replaced and tightened. I'll be fine. Can you please keep Pete away from me while I do my homework? I'll break down if he stands over my shoulder. I'm already stressed and anxious and I don't need fear topped on all of it as well." He sighed and rubbed his hands together. He finally nodded and I finished eating my breakfast. "Thanks Pat. Do you mind seeing if Josh'll let Max and AJ over? I need them for my homework and the song." "I'll check. What about Jake?" "I'm working with him all tomorrow. He's my backup vocalist and I need a one on one with him." Plus a little makeout session mixed in there. Patrick left the room and I focused on my English paper. I found myself humming an old Fall Out Boy song. "Is that Pavlove?" I jumped and looked at Joe, who is innocently staring at me, and nodded.

"TY!" Two of my guys friends ran from the front door to the kitchen. They both seemed to hyped on coffee. "It seems you like you guys didn't get in trouble." "Neither did you." I nodded in agreement and turned back to my English paper. "Where's Jake?" "I'm working with him alone tomorrow so we could work out all the vocal parts and then we'll practice throughout the week." Max wiggled his eyebrows, making sure no adulta are around. I slapped his arm as Patrick walked in. "How's everything?" I shrugged, groaning as I wrote the wrong word again. "I hate English papers. I love writing but not if I have to write about how love affects my life." "What do you mean?" "I was given up for adoption because my mom didn't want me. 14 years later these goofballs take me in and one happens to be my dad. He hates me and I can't hold friendships or relationships very well. Face it, I've never been showed what love is and I don't think I'll ever know what it is."