Fall Out Girl: Fall out boy fanfic

Part 5

Pete's POV: 

"Still don't feel right about leaving Jenna on her own." Patrick muttered. 

"She'll be fine." I assured him. 

We walked into the conference room, where Brendon Urie and the rest of Pan!c at the disco was hanging out. 

"My 4 favorite motherfuckers." Brendon yelled. 

"My favorite assholes." I retorted. 

We came in for a hug. 

"I miss you man." 

"I don't." I laughed.  

The rest of the guys sat down and started chatting.  

"So what've you been up too?" He asked us. 

No one answered. 

"Um, not much." Joe spoke up. 

"Aw c'mon, you guys did something." Brendon pressured. 

Then Patrick started rambling "Well as you know, we made a new album, I got divorced, performed at a few places, adoptedakid, and a few other things." 

"Wait, what!?" Brendon said. 

"A few other things." Patrick said quickly. 

"Before that." Spencer clarified. 

"We... adopted a kid." Patrick said under his breath. 

"What?" 

"We adopted a kid." I said louder.  

The guys were shocked. 

"Dude, stop playing." Brendon laughed nervously. 

"We're serious." Andy said. 

"What the hell would make you want to do that!?" Dallon exclaimed. 

"A LONG long story." I sighed.

Jenna's POV: 

I managed to give my self a personal tour of the entire house. I designated whose room was whose, five different guitars, three different game stations, and a room with a piano in the middle. Pressed on a few keys when my attention moved toward a rack of CD's. I picked a handful up, and skimmed through them. 

"From under the cork tree, infinity on high, Folié à Deux, save rock and roll." I read the album names aloud. 

I popped in 'From Under the cork tree', and skipped through for a song. It began playing 'Dance, Dance'. I listened for a few minutes, until I actually started dancing. I skipped around into the kitchen and opened the now full fridge. 

"Maybe I should make them dinner." I said to myself. 

I checked the time.  

"Only 5:43. Perfect. I can be done by 8." 

I pulled out my phone, and texted Patrick. 

-Hey Patrick, what time will you guys be home?- 

It only took him two seconds to respond back. 

-We should be back by 7 or 8. You okay?- 

I shook my head. He was being fatherly already. 

-I'm good, just checking.- I texted him back. 

Penny came trotting from upstairs, and stood in front of me. I looked around for some cat food, and poured some in her bowl. Once she was content, I pulled out a few ingredients from the fridge.