Adopted by Fall Out Boy (FAN FIC)

Pregnancies?

New Years was spent in Hollywood. The guys were all in Pete's hotel room, which had a jacuzzi,  and partying. I stayed in a bed playing around on my phone.

"Cora, you want something to drink?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah," I said, taking off one of my earphones.

"Here, I got you some soda," Patrick said, and returned to Elisa's side at the balcony.

I drank a little and placed it on the bed side next to it. I looked up from my phone when I heard Marie's voice.

"Thank you, Joe, but I can't drink, remember?"

"That's right, " Joe face palmed. "We don't want our little girl getting sick. Cora, can you place this on the counter?"

Placing it on the bed side next to me, I continued texting Jessica about new years here. I didn't accidently drink the alcohol, no, something better happened with the alcohol.

Patrick didn't want to drink, he said, "Drunk Patrick is not a fun Patrick." At eleven, he and Elisa entered the room again and they sat on the bed next to the one I was sitting on. "Cora, any new years resolutions?"

Without missing a beat I replied, "Start a diet, cut my hair, learn to play an instrument, and maybe join an after school club or something like that." I'd been thinking about this long and hard since November.

"Diet? What kind of diet?" Elisa asked, fiddling with her hair.

"A diet where I lose weight."

"I don't know, you're still young and you're not really overweight. It might not be healthy," Patrick said.

"You said 'not really', but you didn't say I wasn't. There's like ten pounds I want to lose, not too risky. Anyways, girls my age go dieting all the time. There's not much damage that can happen, puberty is almost done with me. Look, I got boobs and everything."

Elisa laughed and Patrick mostly looked horrified. "Tmi," he said, clearly disturbed with thinking about his daughter developing boobs.

"Okay, you said you wanted to cut your hair. Like what style?"

"Really short, pixie cut maybe. I don't have all the details yet, but I'll figure it out."

"Oh, I have a perfect look, my friend Diana wanted to cut her hair and I think that hair cut she wants would look perfect on you," Elisa said studying my face.

"What are your guys' resolutions?"

"I want this year to be better than last years. And that this album that we're working on doesn't get leaked. We seem to have terrible luck with that area." Patrick grabbed one of the cups on the bed side and drank it.

"Well, I'm think that it's time we had a baby." Patrick nearly chocked on the drink.

We laughed. "I don't think he's 100% up to it," I said in between giggles.

"I think this soda is out of date or something," he said, sniffing the cup.

I looked at the cups and realized what happened. "That's not soda, that's alcohol. Beer probably."

He looked at the cup and said, "Whoops. I think I want some more." He stood up and went to go find the alcohol.

"Should we stop him?" I asked looking at Elisa.

She looked unconcerned. "After the second, we'll stop him. Let him have a little fun."

She showed me a few pictures of hair styles and we decided on this boysih looking hairstyle. "There's this beauty salon I like going to, Frannie is the best hairstyles in Chicago, I swear." Then we heard Pete laugh loudly.