Adopted by Fall Out Boy (FAN FIC)

Starbucks

Patrick's Pov

The wooden chairs at Starbucks were uncomfortable. I didn't love Starbucks drinks, but I didn't hate them. I sat there thinking of the phone call I had received the day before. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't sure if I should be happy, or sad, or angry. There were many ways this could go. He could be an ass, he could be a nice caring man, or a somewhat in between.

"Are you Patrick Stump?" A voice asked snd I turned to see a man. He was about six feet (way taller than me) and his eyes . . . they reminded me so much of Cora. They both had the same dark brown eyes.

"Yes," I said standing up

"Nice to meet you. Richard Carter," he shook my hand.

We sat down and he asked if I had ordered yet. When I told him no, he went up and ordered for us. He sat back down with our drinks and I didn't know what to say.

"Um, so . . . C-can I see a photo of her?" He asked shyly.

"Uh, sure," I said, I went into my phone and looked up for the most recent photo I had of her. It was when Elisa had insisted we'd go to the park last week. She was on the swings in her Fall Out Boy shirt and she looked really happy on that swing. I remember how happy she was that we went to the park because and I quote, "The house is more boring than a keeping up with the kardashians marathon. "

I passed him my phone and when he saw her he gasped a little. Her stared at her with caring eyes for a few moments before handing me back my phone.

"May I see her?" He asked.

I wasn't quite sure how to respond. "I, um, I'd, uh, if it was up to me, I'd let you meet with her, of course you're her father she deserves to see you. But, I need to consult with Cora first because when it comes to her childhood, we have to be very careful with how you adress it. I don't know if you know this, but she had a somwhat neglectful childhood for around three years. Her mother suffered of depression. She has nightmares, not a frequent as before, about her childhood and her mother's funeral-"

"Lucia died?" His face full of sorrow.

"Cora's mother died the day she left her."

I waited for him to process this and then continued. "As I told, I will let you see her, but I need to make sure if Cora is okay with it. If she's not okay with it, I'm sorry, but I can't let you see her. You can go to the state asking for custody, and I'll be willing to share custody, but I'll make sure to tell them that I don't think she is willing to see you. I'm sorry."

He nodded sadly. I felt bad because he didn't seem like a bad guy. Would a bad guy be wearing plaid and shorts?

"But, if she says yes, I'll arrange a meeting for you two. Do you live here?" I asked.

"No, I live in California. I'm staying in a hotel."

"Okay, you can come to my house. Give me your number, I'll call you later."

"Thank you. Um, let me write it down for you," he wrote down his number on a napkin.

I stood up to go, but had one question, and sat back down. "I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but I need to know. Why did you leave them?"

He sighed and said, "I was stupid at seventeen. I already had multiple offers at different colleges and I didn't want to lose them. The moment Lucia told me she was pregnant, I panicked. I wasn't ready for a child, so I left. It was a terrible choice and I regret it. I thought about them everyday and a few years ago I came in contact with Lucia. She wouldn't let me visit our child, and I never found her again. I thought, maybe they are better alone, maybe they don't want to see me and I understand why. Then, a year ago after I got a promotion at work, I started looking for her. I finally had the money to hire a detective.  I hired a detective to find her and he did. Leaving them was the worst mistake of my life." He seemed honest, but I couldn't help be suspicious.

I nodded. "Um, I'm sorry. I'm just letting you know you left one of the best little girls in the world. I'll ," I paused. "I'll see what I can do to convince her to meet with you if she takes it negatively. "

He looked at me with a kind smile and nodded, sniffling. His eyes were teary. I nodded and shook his hand. I left the Starbucks confused on what to think of this man.

Cora's Pov

Scrolling through tumblr, I heard Patrick yelling, "Cora!" I put down the laptop and ran downstairs.

"Shh, Elisa's asleep, " I whispered.

"Sorry. Um, sit down, I have something to tell you," he said nervously, which lead me to be nervous.

I sat down on the couch and he said, "I received a phone call yesterday and I meet with a man at Starbucks. That man is your father and he wants to meet with you. I told him he could if you were okay with it. I know this is alot to process, but just think about it. If you don't want to meet him, you don't have to."

I felt numb. "You're kidding, right?"

"Why would I be kidding about something so serious? I know speaking of your childhood isn't your favorite thing, but we need to discuss this. I'll let you think about this."

He went upstairs and left me alone in the living room. I felt a tear escape my eye and then my throat start to hurt. I was angry at him for coming back. I ran upstairs and laid on my bed crying silently. Why did you come back now that I had my life all sorted out? Why now when I have a father you decide to come back? Why didn't you come back when I fucking needed you? I don't need you here now. Everything was okay but of course nothing in my life can stay okay.

I sat up and dried my tears. You're being selfish again. Maybe he does want to meet you, to make peace with you. One meeting won't hurt.

I went downstairs where Elisa and Patrick were leaning against the kitchen counter speaking in low voices. "Have you decided?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah. I'll meet with him. "

Author's note:
Hey bitches! No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it offensively, come back! Short chapter cause I felt bad leaving it at a somewhat cliffhanger. Also, I start school Monday so it's gonna be harder to update occasionally, not to mention I also have a new fanfic (check it out please) to work on. Luv you all!