Adopted by Fall Out Boy (FAN FIC)

Mexico, Baby

After a long wait, passports, security checks, Tyson's shots, we were in a plane heading for Mexico. I sat on the window seat, Patrick next to me, and Pete next to him. Andy and Joe were behind us, sleeping. I watched the clouds passing by, and felt the urge to touch them. "Pppsstt Patrick," I whispered. He turned in my direction, opening an eye. "How many times have you been on a plane?" I asked, astonished by the feeling and scenery. He smiled and rested his head back on seat, closing his eye. "Many," was his response. "Woah," was mine.

The flight was short, three hours at most. We landed, the airline telling us to have a great time in Mexico. Since we were landing at around 6 am, I saw the beautiful sunrise. And a small dog. And a man selling churros. And a small boy dancing around.

I giggled and Patrick said, "Cora, let's go!" He held out his hand, which I took, and we walked to the car waiting for us. We all fit into the car waiting us, and I stared out as we passed the city. Culture was everywhere. I saw little kids playing, some with yo yos, cheap dolls (which was pretty much my childhood dolls), balls, and small toy trumpets. I saw the stands selling tacos, and tamales and a whole lot of Mexican food I recognized. I saw stores selling images of the Virgin Mary,  or La Virgin De Guadalupe.

We got to our hotel, to be honest I was exhausted, and I was holding on to my backpack, suitcase, and Tyson trying not to fall asleep. There were fans surrounding the hotel, and it was a hassle getting in. I smiled politely at all of them, even though I really just wanted to glare at them and tell them to move over. When we finally checked into our room, Patrick said, "Okay, we'll stay here for two days. Uh, guys, we need to go to do sound check. " I groaned,  and said, "Can I stay here?" "No." "Okay," I rolled off of the bed I was in. I left Tyson some food and water, and followed the guys to the venue. I stared sleepily at the sight.

As the band and I arrived at the venue, I felt slightly more awake. Joe and Pete had me translate for them. "Te amo!" "She says she loves you." I waved and talked to some fans while the guys did sound check. Janet was my babysitter. "Cora, don't step too close to the railing, what'd Patrick tell you?" "Aw, come on, I'm just saying hi." "Yeah, but remember-" The flashback came back, we were in Kansas,  and I was talking to some fans. All of them knew not to be handsy and touch me. But, I wasn't like that. I'd highfive, hug, poke (friendly, like on the cheek) , and even some kisses on the cheek for fans who wanted different pictures. Janet was watching over me, advising me not to jump over the railing, which I was on. I lost my grip and fell over the railing (Don't ask me how, I just did!). A girl who wore a Panic! T-shirt helped me up and asked me if I was okay. I was, but Janet made a whole big deal of a bruise on my forehead. It wasn't even that big!

"It won't happen again!" "Sure, but what about-" Second flashback, I was helping Janet with some boxes of posters. I was climbing some steps, " 'Kay, where do you want these?" "I'll lead you. Hey, do you-" Midway through Janet's sentence, I took a step foward, only to find that there wasn't a step there, and hit my shin against the cement. "Ooww!" I goraned rubbing my shin, leaving the box of posters to the side. "What? Cora, not again," she said. She lifted up my pants leg to find a small cut. She sighed and opened her water bottle and poured it on my leg.

"It was an accident! I didn't see the step wasn't there!" Her blue eyes widened and she said, "I was speaking of Detroit, but that's another good example." I cringed, thinking of Detroit. We were wrapping up for the day, and I was walking around, helping Janet (I helped her alot). "Yo, what else you need help with?" I said, wiping sweat from my brow. "Um, that's all. You can go back now," she said looking through her list of inventory. I nodded and walked out to the bus. BZZ. BBZZZ. I tunred around, and saw a bee. "No!" I ran to the bus. I slipped on gravel, and fell face first on the floor. Then I felt a sting on the back of my arm. Janet ran to me, helped me up, and took out the bee sting. I didn't cry, just stared at it in disbelief.