My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

Chapter Twenty Eight - All Of The Lights

(Brendon's Point Of View)

"I got it!" Joe yells stumbling over to the door. "Who the hell is this!" He says before opening the door, "Hi. How may I help you?"

I turn my attention from him to Pete, "Isn't it weird that Mona is Patrick's real daughter?"

"Yeah, I feel jealous, but I can't. It's wrong to."

"Pete, it's okay. She is your real daughter. Not blood related, but come on Pete. She's more of your daughter than that chick."

"Yeah I guess you're right."

"I know." We both laugh.

"I'm Brendon's long lost daughter and I want to know more on where I came from." I hear the person outside say. My heart drops at this. I look over at the door, but can't see who it is. I look back at Pete and he just shrugs.

I get up and walk to the door, "Uh, hi?"

"B-Brendon? Brendon Urie?"

"That's me."

"Hi uh, I was told by my foster parents that you're my father."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"Uh, honey?" I say.

"Yes Brendon?" Sarah asks.

"Please come here."

"Okay, what is it?" She walks over to me an stands next to me.

"This girl claims she is our daughter, which I believe for some reason, she's fifteen."

"What?" She looks at the girl and her eyes widen, "Oh gosh! Sweetie? Are you sure we're your parents?"

"Yes I do. My foster parents said that you two are. They said I had no name before I got put in the foster home. Which, they said was basically right after I was born." She explains.

"Well, what's your name?" I ask.

"Summer."

"Pretty name. For obvious reasons." I chuckle.

"Like what? Hm?" Sarah playfully glares at me putting her hands on her hips.

"Come on! I say her name in When The Day Met The Night more than I say your's in Sarah Smiles. So, I think it's an awesome and pretty name!" I say with a smug expression and winking at Summer. She blushes.

"Oh my Brendon! I fan girled over that for the longest time!" She clears her throat, "I mean, yeah...I noticed that."

"Oh my Brendon?" Patrick asks walking in between us, more like pushes his Hobbit ass between us, to the girl, who is taller than him. No surprise there, "So, this is who you're talking to!" He takes a bite of his pie. Wait, pie?

"When the hell did we have pie?" I ask.

"Uh, since ever, duh!" He turns his attention to Summer, "Oh, hi! What's your name?"

"I'm Summer and oh my Brendon! I love you so much! Not as much as Brendon, but you know!" She clears he throat again, "I mean, sorry. Can I have some pie!"

Patrick is smiling wide at this point, "Dont be sorry." He hugs her, "Here, have mine." He lets go of her and hands her his plate of pie.

"Thank you!" She devours the pie.

"Damn, someone loves pie. Anyways, Patrick, this is my daughter." I put my arm around her.

"Holy smokes! Really? Why haven't you told us you had one?" Patrick hugs her again.