Adopted by Fall Out Boy (FAN FIC)

Saved By Fangirls

I waved goodbye to New Politics after they gave me their number to keep in touch. I turned and Brendon picked me up and spun me around saying he'd miss his marshmallow. I giggled, remembering the times in tour when we were bored and I'd magically appear and throw marshmallows at them. From that day on, Brendon had nicknamed me marshmallow. I gave Dallon and Spencer a hug as they entered their car.

"Let's go, Cora," Patrick said. I turned and got in the car. I was expecting the goodbye stage to go emotional, but thank god I didn't break down in tears cause that'd be embarrassing. Pete was in the front seat with Patrick, and I sat in between Joe and Andy. Tyson was on the floor in his cage. "I'd say our tour was successful," Andy said. I nodded.

"More that successful, it was great!" Patrick said smiling. "Aahhh, shshhhh," Joe said. He had a hangover. "Yeah, Patrick. Take in consideration our feelings. And headaches," Pete said.

In the airport, I gave Tyson a kiss on the nose before they took him away. "You really like him, don't you?" Patrick asked with a half smile. "Sure do." He smiled, his hand on my head.

In the airplane, Pete and Joe slept. Andy read a comic, I read one too, and Patrick read Divergent, under my recommendation. When we got out, I hugged all the guys. "I'm going to miss you, Joe," I said as I clung to his neck. "You too, Princess. Take care," he got into his car and drove off.  I hugged Andy, "Bye, Andy, gonna miss you. I finished the series you gave me, great stuff." He smiled and said, "Glad you liked it. Bye," and left with a wave. "Ppeettteee, my man!" I yelled on purpose to make him cringe. "Aahhhh. Cora, I love you, but sometimes you can be a pain in the ass." I stretched out my arms for the hug. "Hey, it's what I do." With a hug, and small handshake with Patrick, he left.

"To our home!" Patrick said, raising his fist to the air, and hoping into the front seat. "Yeah!" I jumped in the seat next to him, and Tyson barked. "Woo! Tyson wants to get home too, let's go! " We drove out of the airport parking and into the streets. I hummed along to Thrift Shop and said, "You know, Patrick, you should make a hip hop song. Like, the mighty fall was rappish because of Big Sean but seriously, you ever think of rapping?" He laughed. "Cora, I don't think my voice is made for rapping." I shrugged. "Please, you should try." Patrick tried rapping, "I'm gonna pop some tags, only got $20 in my pockets." I giggled. "Not bad. Give you a 87 out of 100." "Yes!"

After a few minutes of music playing I said, "So when am I going back to school?" "Well, we need to get you some supplies and clothes. So . . . I give it five days and then you're back in school." I groaned and asked, "Can't I just be homeschooled or something? No need for human interaction. " Patrick shook his head. "Cora, you did human interaction all this summer. I don't think you should fear that anymore. " "Well, not as much. But still, I get nervous and  I bit scared. Like, what do I say? How do I act?" "Like yourself. You just have to act like yourself." "How is that?" Patrick laughed. "Cora! I'm trying to help you here." "Right, right. Continue. "

"You introduce yourself at school so you can make friends," Patrick said. "Just act like your talking to one of the guys. Be you, and be nice."

"Swigity Swag, I'm Cora Stump," I said. "Food. Music. #Yolo."

Patrick took a deep breath. "Okay. Also, act positive. If someone invites you to lunch with them, say yes. Act nice."

"But what if they're serving, like, terrible cafeteria food?"

"You still go."

"But-"

"You still go."

"But wh-"

"Moving on. Remember, be on time for all your classes. If you need help locating any class, or have any question in the classes, ask anyone."

"Can I ask the cute emo kid in the back of the room? Or like, walk through the hallways and trip and hope a cute guy picks me up and shows me everywhere?"