Adopted by Fall Out Boy (FAN FIC)

Holidays (pt. 2 Thanksgiving)

"Patrick, did you put it at 360°?" I asked, looking at the box.

"Of course I did," he said. Then he checked the oven and said, "Nevermind, what was it again? Three hundred fifty? Three hundred sixty, thank you."

We were baking biscuits for Thanksgiving. Pete invited us to come over for Thanksgiving. Andy was going back to have thanksgiving with his family, but Joe and his wife accepted the invitation. We were on the list to bring biscuits, and rice.

Elisa entered the kitchen and took a whiff of the air, "Ah, I can smell the biscuits already. How's the rice?" I looked at the pot of rice and it seemed okay for the moment.

"Fine, I think. How much longer?" I picked up a plate from the table and put it in the dishwasher. I couldn't believe it was thanksgiving already. It felt like Halloween was yesterday.

"Just ten more minutes," Elisa said, walking out of the kitchen. "Go take a shower, when you come out the rice will be ready, or the biscuits. It all depends on how long you're shower is," she babbled a little while she wrote down something on the calender in the living room.

I took off my apron and tossed it to Patrick. "You're on oven duty. Don't burn down the house," I said.

"Please, Cora, I've cooked before. I am a grown man." I shrugged and went upstairs to go get my towel. I was excited. I was going to meet Bronx, Pete's kid. I am also going to meet Marie, Joe's wife. They said they had a big announcement.

I grabbed my towel and clothes and phone and went to shower. With the music on loud, I almost missed the beeping. I got out of the shower and wrapped it around my body. What's going on? Is there a fire? Damn, there's a fire and I'm naked. Fuck, run. I stepped out to see there was no fire in sight, but I smelled smoke and saw black smoke coming from the kitchen. Did he? Oh my God, he did.

I walked down the stairs and to the kitchen. There was black smoke and it had a nasty smell. Patrick was pouring water on the oven and Elisa was fanning the fire with a wet towel. There fire was almost out but the smoke remained. With one last cup of water on the biscuits,  the fire went out and the only thing that remained was the smell.

"I'll," Elisa coughed, "I'll go stop the fire alarm." She went out, coughing. I coughed and looked at Patrick who sat slightly bewildered at the kitchen table.

"You burned the-" I started and he interpreted with, "I burned the biscuits. " I nodded and pursed my lips. "I'm gonna go finish my shower," and I went upstairs.

After the shower, I went to my room. I looked througn my closet and decided on a blue shirt and jeans. As I was about to start dressing, someone knocked on the door. "Yes?"

"Hey, Cora, open up, it's Elisa." I opened the door to reveal Elisa in a nice brown sweater and black leggings. "Okay, I'm here to help you with your outfit."

"I decided to wear this," I said showing her my outfit. She looked at it for a moment and then said, "Do you have any dresses?"

I nodded and then said, "I don't like showing leg, though." Elisa looked me straight in the eye and said, "Show off your legs now. One day you will be forty and not be able to show off your legs." I laughed. 

She looked through my closet and took out the white sunflower dress that Spencer had given me for my birthday. "This," she said. "Then I can put your hair in a bun," she grabbed my damp hair and wrapped it up as if it was a bun. "Yes," she said. "You like it?" I hated to say it, but my inner girlyness took over and I nodded. She let me keep my converse, at least. I looked quite nice after.

"Patrick, you ready?" Elisa asked as we walked down the stairs. "Yeah, we'll just have to buy biscuits." Patrick was wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans. It looked weird on him, to be honest.