(A.N: I've read so many 'Adopted by _______'s' that I decided to make my own. Enjoy!)
Tuesday's P.O.V:
"And just for the record, the weather today. Is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A:Indifference or
B:Disinterest in what the critics say".
I was lying on my bed with my stomach to the ceiling, 'A Fever You Can't Sweat Out' in the radio and 'London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines' blaring loudly. I was in my Panic! At The Disco phase and I was listening to everything I could of theirs, watching videos on YouTube and buying all the merchandise I could find. I looked around my room, observing all my posters and smiled. You could barely see the walls, they were covered in pictures of Fall Out Boy, Black Veil Brides, Blood On The Dance Floor, Panic! At The Disco, Short Stack, All Time Low, AmazingPhil and DanIsNotOnFire. My grin soon dropped as I continued to swivel my head, towards my room-mates side. Her name was Alison and she was a typical 16 year old girl, a little slut with bleached blonde hair, sleeping with a different guy every night. She listened to all the pop crap, while I was more into heavy metal, crunkcore, glam rock and emo/punk. She wore see-through half-tops and shorts too short to be classified as anything other than denim underwear, and gigantic high heels, usually bright red or pink, and I mainly sported band tees, black skinny jeans and alternating converse shoes, most likely one red and one black, my favorite combination.
I should actually introduce myself at some point! My name is Tuesday Ramirez and I'm 17 years old. I turn 18 in a few months, June 4th to be exact. I live in an orphanage because my Dad left my Mom almost as soon as I was born, and my Mom abandoned me when I was 12. The orphanage is in Chicago, Illinois, and I've never gotten tired of it. Chicago is absolutely breath-taking, from Sears Tower to The Museum Of Science And Industry. I'm a complete nerd, by the way, so expect me to jabber on about Doctor Who or Harry Potter regularly. My favorite bands are Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco and Black Veil Brides, I love reading, especially fanfictions, and war paint is usually all over my face. My celebrity crushes are Ashley Purdy from Black Veil Brides, Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco, Jayy Von Monroe from Blood On The Dance Floor(Oh lord, why does he have to be gay!? A.N: I'm not being sexist here or anything, I fully support gays, lesbians, bis, and their sexual orientation.) and Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy. Yes, I know, typical. But it's PETE FRICKIN WENTZ. Or Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III to be exact(:D). I am quiet and never openly fan-girl, I am not sexist or racist, I am not religious in any way, and I respect people's space, no matter how famous they are. Not that I've met anyone famous or anything. Sadness.
I whip my head back around quickly as I hear an announcement through the speakers, there is one in every room, just above the doors. "Could all girls from the ages of 17-19 please report to the Adoption Area. Thank you". A female voice said. The Adoption Area was just a large room, not unlike a ballroom, where you sit on a chair as people walked past you and decided who they would like to adopt. I do a little squeal inside and run towards the door, checking my outfit before I left. Today I had chosen a light blue Fall Out Boy t-shirt with a two headed cat and 'Fall Out Boy' written in balloon writing above it(Because that's just how Fall Out Boy roll), red skinny jeans of which I call my 'Pete Pants' because I remember the 'I Don't Care' music video and the photo in the 'Infinity On High' booklet (I am way too obsessed.), and one green and one black converse shoe. My black hair was straightened, and I forced my fringe to look like Pete's, with a few strands away from the rest of my fringe (that is so hard to explain!). I decided not to do any warpaint today, I just wasn't in the mood. I patted my hair down and, satisfied that I didn't look like someone who just walked off the street, opened the door and left towards the AR. I shuffled into it, looking at my feet and quickly sitting in a chair, not bothering to look at the people looking for a girl to adopt. They waited for the rest of the girls to sit down, before the lady that ran the adoption center (A.N: I'm sorry, I don't know much about adoption) spoke. "Hello girls." She beamed. Everybody answered, some upbeat, others barely audible. "Today we have four gentleman wishing to adopt one lucky girl today. Would you mind introducing yourselves?"
"Uh... Sure, sure." Said a way-too-familiar voice. My head shot up instantly and I held back a highly unwanted squeal. Standing in front of me were my heroes, the people that had saved my life countless times, that had inspired me to no end, that I absolutely worshipped.
Standing in front of me, were the four members of Fall Out Boy.
A.N: Big thank you to the people that suggested character names! Follow them on Twitter, we'll all really appreciate it and I will send you imaginary gold llamas and invisible sharks that are actually waffle irons. @cland182 @folieamaari and @9intheaftern00n. Also, follow me too if you can be bothered! @Better_If_U_Do. I'm not pressuring you, I'm just going with the flow.
