Taylor's Point of View:
I woke up cuddling with Steffany, my father nowhere to be found. I carefully got up, not wanting to wake Steff just yet and wandered into the kitchen. There I found my father jamming to Metallica and making waffles. I cleared my throat to get his attention.
"You are listening to Metallica without me?" I gasped. His face lit up with joy.
"You like Metallica?!" he blurted out in excitment. I scoffed, clearly offended by his surprise of my musical likings.
"My mom had me listening to them at age two. Yes, I like Metallica." I said. He stared at the floor for a minute, as if remembering something.
"Yeah know, Christie has a flawless taste in music..." he said fondly. I leaned against the counter, trying to decipher the tone in his voice, crossing my arms carelesly over my chest.
"Yeah... she does. I should call her." I suddenly remembered. I had talked to her about three days ago, but she was probably missing me like crazy. At least, I hoped she was.
"Go do that." Dad smiled, going back to his waffles.
The phone only rang twice before my mom picked up, voice shrill with excitment.
"Taylor! Oh my god!"
"Hi mom."
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I hung up on my mom, grinning at our awesome conversation. I heard the front door open and a familiar voice rang throughout the house, catching my attention.
"Yo!" Andy shouted. I ran downstairs and hugged him. A groggy Steffany stepped out of the blanket fort and waved, just now waking up with her black hair a mess.
"Hey, Andy!" Pete shouted from the kitchen, shaking his hips to the beat.
"Where's Meaghan?" he asked.
"Oh, uh.. I don't know. I think she took Saint to visit her parents or something." I said, wondering for myself where she was.
"Do you guys want to go to the beach or something?" Andy suggested, clearly bored and hopeful.
"You can take the girls. I got some..uh.. stuff that I have to do." he said vaguely. Andy slowly nodded, a questioning look on his face.
The sound of the phone ringing cut through the air and I answered, hearing Gerard's garbled voice through the speaker.
"Hey! Do you guys wanna hang out today?" he asked politely. I smirked, suddenly having an idea. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head.
"Well, I'm going out with Andy, but I'm sure STEFFANY WOULD LOVE TO HANG OUT WITH YOU, GERARD." I said a little too loudly, saying that last part a little bit louder so my older cousin could hear me. She gasped and ran upstairs to get dressed.
"Oh, sounds great! I'll see you guys later then. Bronx's party is in about a week right?" he asked clearly excited about today's endeavours.
"Yup! See you later, Gee." I replied, hanging up the phone. Shit, did I just call him Gee? Oh well, I can only imagine what Steffany will be calling him later. I laughed evilly to myself.
I threw on a spare purple bathing suit, Dad's Fall Out Boy hoodie, a pair of frayed shorts and flip flops. I grabbed my phone and a towel, heading out the door to Andy's car.
"All right, the beach!" he laughed, turning on the radio and we jammed the whole way there.
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We're Starting at the End: A Pete Wentz Story
Fanfiction"Hey, remember that theory you had about Pete Wentz being your dad?" Steffany recalled.
