Steffany's Point of View:
"What the actual fuck?" I heard a familiar voice say from the door. I slowly opened my eyes and hissed lowly as the light flooded the room. I looked over towards the now open door and saw a very confused Taylor standing there.
The scene that she saw must have been terrifying and completely scarring. Her cousin lying in bed with her father, arms lazily slung around each other, sheets all tangled up and her father half-naked. I groaned and shook Pete awake.
"Wha... ow.." he mumbled, clutching his forehead. Ouch, hangover.
"Does anyone wanna explain why this," she gestured to us "is happening?"
"I had a nightmare and she was the only one here." Pete said, glancing over at me. Well, it wasn't a lie. Last night must have been a nightmare for him. Taylor took a breath of relief quickly as her face softned and crawled onto the bed with us, cuddling in between us.
"Why... why do I smell vodka and tequila?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Why do you know what that smells like?" Pete asked, his fatherly side taking over. That shut her up real quick. I giggled to myself as I quickly left the room, going to get ready for a coffee date with Gerard.
Taylor's Point of View:
Steffany stealthily left the room, going to see Gerard, I presume. I stayed with my dad, cuddling up right next to him and letting his body heat warm me. I loved cuddling, especially now that I had a dad to cuddle with. Cuddling with Steffany was great and all, but it wasn't the same. Nothing was the same as having my dad wrap me in his arms and protect me from the big bad world
"Daddy, what's wrong?" I asked, sounding like a baby as I adverted my eyes up to his tired face. He smiled warmly at me, pain in his eyes.
"Ah, nothing, baby girl. Just had a bad dream." he said. He was lying. I knew he was, I could read him like a fucking book.
"Okay, great. Now tell me what's really going on." I demanded, acting as if it were me as the parent. He chuckled darkly.
"You'll know soon enough, I guess." he replied, being vague as the darkness hung in his eyes.
"Do you wanna watch a movie?" I asked, trying to change the subject, sensing that he didn't feel like giving any real details. He nodded and clicked on the huge flat screen that was on the wall in front of us. I keep forgetting that he is fucking loaded and has a bunch of cash to blow on things like gigantic televisions.
We finally decided to watch 'Edward Scissorhands'. I curled up into a ball, resting my head in his lap. He started stroking my hair and running his hands through it, calming me. It felt fucking great.
I actually kind of ignored the movie. It's not that I don't like it, I love this movie, but I had a lot running through my mind. My life had changed so much since the concert. So many people would literally give an organ to be in my position, amongst their idols. Learning that the people they'd looked to in their most trying times were the ones who created them, were people who actually knew and loved you.
I have no idea how I lasted this long. I've met the men who saved my life. They treat me like family and it suddenly dawned on me that I really don't deserve this. I mean, sure, my life hasn't been easy. Not in a long shot. But there are so many people out there that have it even worse and deserve to live in luxury.
I accidently let out a long sigh and Dad wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me up next to him.
"You are strong, geez." I giggled, resting my head on his shoulder.
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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.
