Adopted by Fall Out Boy (FAN FIC)

The Beatles

*If you haven't heard Blackbird or Hey Jude by The Beatles, I would recommend you listen to them before reading this chapter*

I sighed. Richard and I were going for ice cream. I couldn't form an opinion on him yet. I stood in front of my mirror checking my outfit. I dressed less punk this time and wore my fandom shirt and jeans. I tried straightening my hair for the occasion, which showed I cared a little too much.

With all this going on, I started to form an obsession with The Beatles. Blackbird played in my room and I kinda hoped he wouldn't show up. But he did. I paused Blackbird and when down stairs when I heard the door bell. I double checked that I had my phone and earphones and opened the door.

Richard stood there with a button up shirt and shorts. He smiled and I tried smiling back, but it felt too forced. Instead, I waved and said, "I'm ready."

"Where's Patrick?" He smiled looking in the house as if expecting Patrick to come out.

"He's not here. He left. He's touring. The Save Rock & Roll Tour," I said.

He laughed. "Isn't it a little weird for a thirty year old man to be in a band? What does he do when he's not on tour?" I was confused.

"Write music?" Was I answering or questioning?  I did not know.

He laughed. "Well, when he gets back tell him I say hi."

"Alright," I said, closing the door. "Where are we going?"

"A little ice cream shop I found last time I was in Chicago," he said and lead me to a land rover in the most hideous gray I had seen. I entered the passenger seat and sat. He got in too and smiled at me. I bit my lip. He turned on the car and the stereo started playing Twist And Shout.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What? Beatles are great," he said laughing as he raised the volume. I blinked and smiled.

"Yeah . . . My favorite is song by them is Blackbird," I said, shly opening up to him. Elisa wasn't much of a fan and Patrick was gone.

"The first time I heard that song, I fell in love with it. It is amazing," he said. "Twist and shout!" I hummed along and felt a small smile threatening to appear on my face. I held it back but couldn't resist it when I saw Richard try to sing along.

Thankfully, The Beatles didn't allow us to have awkward silence or small talk. We drove to a part of Chicago I hadn't been before. Help played as I watched the streets. Eleanor Rigby was the song playing when we arrived at the ice cream shop.

The shop was located in middle of these two buildings that looked older than . . . It looked old. We entered and it had the basic ice cream shop structure. But it was 10x better. The shop was a piece of art. There were different pieces of art hung on the wall. There were works of art on the floor, ceilings, and the tables. But this wasn't bad art. This looked like someone decided to make this amazing piece of art.

I gasped and stared at everything. Richard chuckled and hurried me over to the ice cream. The names were wacky. Chocolate was Fall Afternoons. Vanilla was Angel Wings. I had a cone of fall afternoons. Richard had a cone of Dalmatians, cookie dough ice cream.

We sat on a table. I traced with my fingers the branches of the blue drawn trees on it.

"How did you find this?" I asked surprised.

"A friend recommended it a while back the last time I was here. You like it?" I nodded. "Yeah, I was stunned the first time I discovered it. Funny what two dollars can get you. We just got fall afternoons and dalmatians in an ice cream shop." I smiled a little and shook my head. "What? It was a funny joke. You know, back in my early twenties, I was a stand up comedian. Let me tell you a joke, a man walked into a bar. Unfortunately, it wasn't soap. " I smiled and shook my head again. "No? Well, I got a better one. Why don't they play poker in the jungle? To many cheetahs."