Disclaimer: All characters within this story are real, or based off of real people. Names have been changed for identity protection purposes. Authors of this story have no affiliation with Pete Wentz, Fall Out Boy, or My Chemical Romance.
Taylor was bouncing on her bed, practically bursting with excitement. I laughed at my younger cousin, instinctively covering my mouth as I did so. Little did she know, her mother, Christie, and I had some major plans in store for her.
"Is someone excited for their birthday tomorrow?" I teased. She gave me this look, like she was saying 'duh'. In that moment, Christie came into our small, shared room with a smirk on her face.
"What is it, Mom?" Taylor asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I just thought I'd let you have these..." Christie said, tossing a crisp, white envelope at her.
Taylor had the most confused look on her face as she carefully lifted the flap of the envelope. She pulled out three little slips of paper and gasped.
"You got me tickets to see Fall Out Boy and Frank Iero?!" she screeched.
"Actually, it was Steffany's idea." she smirked. Taylor locked eyes with me before launching herself off her bed and tackling me in a hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she shouted, clearly elated.
"No problem, kiddo." I replied, hugging her back.
Christie left the room, smiling from ear to ear. However, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes that suggested she wasn't as happy to go to this concert as she otherwise appeared. I let it go, figuring it was none of my business. Taylor released me from her death grip and her eyes widened.
"What the hell am I going to wear?" she hissed.
"I'm taking you shopping." I demanded. She nodded obediently and tried to suppress a giggle. Ah, teenagers.
We got into the car, blasting My Chemical Romance along the way. We sang at the top our lungs, enjoying every second. I had a sudden thought and turned the volume down.
"Hey, remember that theory we had that Pete Wentz was your dad?" I recalled. She chuckled, shaking her head.
"Yeah. In my defense, I do kinda look like him and we share a sense of humor." she commented.
"We go to the concert and he's like, 'Oh hey, you are my daughter.'" I joked.
"Yeah, like we'd even SEE him..." she grumbled.
"Oh, we forgot to tell you. We have backstage passes, too." I said. She was about to scream as I turned the volume back up and quietly hummed along to 'Sleep'.
We arrived at the mall, making a bee line for Hot Topic. New band shirts to wear to a concert? Sure. Why not? I picked out a new My Chem shirt to add to my constantly growing collection as Taylor eyed a Misfits sweater.
"Do it." I said, creeping up behind her. She jumped a little, her brown and pink hair shifting. She then shrugged, grabbing it off the rack and examining it further.
It was a long, black sweater with a huge skeleton face on the back, reading 'Misfits' across the bottom. She smiled, clutching it to her chest. She gasped, suddenly having an idea.
"Do you remember the Harley Quinn pants I got last October?" she asked.
"Those would be fucking perfect with that sweater." I said, basically finishing her sentence.
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Fanfiction"Hey, remember that theory you had about Pete Wentz being your dad?" Steffany recalled.
