Fall Out Boy, and One Girl?

The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys in a Broken Down Van)

"Can you play Autumn? Please play Autumn!" My five year old Allie, pleaded. I strummed out a chord on my ukulele and laughed. "Oh, but why shouldn't I?" I questioned. "Because then your won't come to my sixth birthday party!" She threatened. I acted hurt and put my hand to my chest. "Oh no! I guess I will play you Autumn." I smiled before strumming the into. Autumn was Allie's version of Grand Theft Autumn, I just shortened the title when I introduced it to her. I started singing and she sung along, she's heard this song too many times. I finished as soon as the timer to the pizza went off. "PIZZA!" She yelled before running upstairs to my kitchen. I set my ukulele on it's stand, took a deep breath, and ran up behind her. "Gimme pizza!" She yelled as I was taking the pizza out. "Just wait Allie, it needs to cool. In the meantime, do you want to play on my laptop?" I asked while unplugging the device from it's charger. "Yeah!" she cheered. I opened it, logged in, and went to the gaming website I let her play on. While she was doing that, I cut up the pizza and dished it up. I set it down in front of her and pulled the laptop away from her small fingers. "Time to eat." I said. I sat down beside her and ate my slice of pizza with a smile.
We finished eating and I let her play on my computer until my aunt came to pick her up. I was scrolling through Fall Out Boy memes and was quietly laughing to myself. I looked away from my phone and looked over Allie's shoulder. She was playing some sort of pie game, I couldn't tell. But something caught my eye. An ad. It was advertising that Fall Out Boy was in need of a new member. I raised my eyebrow suspiciously but didn't have anytime to act because the doorbell rang. Allie sprung up, almost kicking me in the face. I readjusted my glasses and stood up, picked up my laptop and set it on the kitchen counter. Allie was getting her shoes on while I opened of the door. There was my aunt Audrey standing in the doorway with a basket in her hands. "Oh! Ashley, thanks for taking care of Allie for me while I was out." She beamed. I gritted my teeth. "It's Ashton." I frowned. "Allie, why don't you go out to the car? I have to talk to Ashley." She smiled at her. Allie nodded before hopping into the car that stood in my dirt driveway. She turned to me and dropped her smile.
"Ashley, why don't you have a man yet? You're thirty! You should have a kid by now!" She scolds me. I was taken aback. I should have a kid? Oh hell no. Not after that. "Okay, One: I'm Ashton not Ashley. I never have been and never will be. Two: I don't need a relationship, my mom said that it's fine if I never marry or get in a relationship because there are two boys carrying the family name for her! Three: I don't need a kid, Allie is like my kid. You're never around so to her I'm like a mom." I tell her off. She looks stunned, like I had just slapped her. I put my hands on my hips and raise my eyebrow. "I didn't know your were a Tranny." She said. I was pissed now. "Don't you dare use the term Tranny, plus I'm not Transgender! My name has always been Ashton, It's on my birth certificate! Yes, I had surgery, but that was because I hated how I looked, not because I wanted to change genders!" I practically yell. She shrinks back and looks to the ground. She throws her basket into my hands and runs down the walkway and hops into her car before backing out of my driveway and down my dirt road. I breathe in the cool are before walking back inside. I set the basket on the kitchen counter and open it. Inside was a small bouquet of flowers, a bundle of cookies, a tiny pan of fudge, and a few rolls of thread. "Hm." I said. I put the foods away, the flowers in a vase, and walk down the corridor to my art office. I walk over to my empty spools and put the threads on them before walking back to my kitchen. I walked in and leaned against the counter, thinking of nothing. My eyes wander 'till they reach my laptop that's sitting on the counter. Okay, that ad. I open up my laptop and go to that gaming website and click on the ad.  I read the contents of the article that came with it.

Dear reader,

If you are reading this that means that you have found information relating to the addition of a new Fall Out Boy member.
Some requirements involve: Being able to play guitar(and well), can play many fall Out Boy songs, and overall be a great person.
This application expires on the fifteenth of this month.
If you are interested, email us at:
FallOutBoy@gmail.com
Good luck!
-Fall Out Boy

I smiled. I was gonna apply to this band that I've been listening to for years. I'm going to wait until tomorrow, partially because it's eight o'clock in the evening and I don't have any clue where they are in the world. I closed up my laptop and went down to my music studio. I picked up my favorite guitar and started plucking the Uma Thurman guitar riff. I smiled as I played through it.
I played 'till one in the morning, as usual. I put my guitar away and climbed both sets of stairs, my room is on the top floor. I change into my pajamas and crawl into bed.
Tomorrow, or today if you're picky, I'm going to send an email and hopefully get an application from this band.
I fell asleep shortly after that thought passed through my head.

-DLJ