Saint Declan (Declan Stump/Saint Wentz Fanfic)

Eleven Years Later (They're now fifteen)

"Come on, Declan! Wake up!" My dad called up to my room.

I groaned. "Why do I have to wake up so early!? It's Saturday!"

"It's also the day we hang out together! Besides, it's almost noon!"

"But it's so early!"

"Get out of bed!"

(At.a.Restaurant)

As my dad and I were getting seated, two familiar faces walked in.

"Ugh, dad, look who it is..." I said, annoyed.

Dad looked up and I pointed. "Declan, I'm proud of you... you're not emo!" My dad said loudly.

Pete gave us the ruddest glare.

Saint squirmed and pushed his shirt sleeves down to his finger tips.

Pete said something to Saint, who nodded, then stood and walked to the restroom.

I smirked as I grabbed a milkshake from a passing tray and walked over to Saint.

Saint frowned, "What do you want?" He asked.

"This..." I replied. With that being said, I uncapped the milkshake and dumped it on him.

Saint cried out in shock as he jumped up. "What the hell! I didn't do anything!"

"You did too!" I shouted.

"What!?"

"Kindergarten. You accused me of stealing blocks from you!" I said.

"That was eleven years ago!" He said.

"Then you were born!"

Saint stared at me and shook his head.

I smiled, "I'm so going to get you on Monday! Should I tell Bronx?"

He groaned, "No."

"Yes!" I snickered. I walked back to the table. Dad high-fived me.

Pete walked out and looked at Saint. "What happened?" I heard him ask.

"Declan happened." Saint mumbled.

Pete looked at my father. "And my kid needs help. Your sons a bully!"

"Bully? I didn't know telling the truth counted as bullying."

Pete sighed. "Can't you just leave us alone?"

I laughed, "Are you upset 'cause your wife died?"

"Don't bring her up into this!" Saint replied.

"Or What?" I snickered.

Pete sighed. "She's in a better place. Let her be."

Dad laughed. "At least she's not with you."

I laughed along. "No, no! She was fine with Pete! But Saint... when she gave birth to Saint, she was crying because of him! Then she died!"

Saint sighed and stormed out, dripping milkshake everywhere.

Everyone in the restaurant shot glares at my dad and I while Pete walked after his son.

A/N:

Hey, guys! I'm really sorry this took so long to update!!! Can y'all forgive me? Please? That'd be much appreciated!

~PSILY xxx! <3