*I have no idea about the tour dates for Save Rock & Roll, so the dates will not be accurate.  Sorry*

My birthday was coming up. I was excited and nervous. There was a concert that day, so were we gonna celebrate, or ignore it? I didn't even mention it to the guys. I just stayed quiet about my birthday. The night before, I laid in my bed. I rubbed my eyes, trying to decide. Do I say something? No, that'll just give them stress. I know, I'll celebrate with Jessica and Logan. I can get a cupcake when we stop to put gas. Yeah, anyways we celebrated Spencer's and Joe's like last week or something.

I was woken up but I didn't really want to get up. I felt someone shake me, but I just turned around. Then I felt someone tickle me, so I shrieked and turned around to face Patrick and Pete. "Good morning," I said yawning. "Can I sleep?" Pete laughed and said, " She's just like you Patrick!" I smiled, but covered my face with a pillow. "No, Cora, wake up. It's your birthday!" Patrick said. They remembered,  I thought. "It is?" I asked innocently. "Yes, now, get up! We have cake!" I tensed at the word cake, and said, "What type of cake?" "Chocolate. " I got out of bed and said, "To The Cake!" Patrick laughed and gave me a hug, I quite liked his hugs, it was like being brought into a safe place. "Happy birthday, you." He whispered into my ear. I giggled and said, "Thanks." Once he let go, Pete also hugged me from behind, lifting me a bit, saying, "Happy birthday, kiddo!" "Thanks, Pete."

We walked to the front of the bus, where Andy and Joe carried a big chocolate cake that said in blue Happy Brithday, Cora! "Sweet baby jesus! That's alot of cake," I said staring at the cake. "Happy Birthday, Cora! " Joe and Andy said, Joe embracing me and twirling me around a bit. Andy carried the cake to the small table, where I sat. Andy took out a lighter, lit the one candle in the middle,  and said, "Make a wish." I took a breathe and thought, I wish things never change, and blew out the candle. They cheered and said, "Alright, now cake!"

I ate like three slices of cake, don't judge me it's cake for fuck's sake, and the guys insisted that I got to do whatever I wanted. I made them watch The French Mistake, Supernatural,  with me. They seemed to like it, and then we watched The Nightmare Before Christmas. When we got to the venue,  Patrick said, "We'll do something after the concert, alright?" "No, you don't have to do anything. You guys already did enough with the cake, thank you by the way. You guys made me feel great, no need to do anymore." Joe smiled and ruffled my hair, "Aww. You're definitely getting more." I sighed, but a small smile took place in my face.

When we got to the venue, I got  to Panic!'s dressing room. "Sup, guys," I said plopping on the couch. "Happy birthday," Spencer said ruffling my hair, and I turned around to see him smiling. "How'd you know?" Brendon plopped down next to me and said, "Pete told us." I smiled as he pulled me into a hug and I muttered into  his shoulder, "That snitch." He laughed and let go saying, "Ah, wanna play Call Of Duty?" "Sure, but I don't know how to play. " "I'll show you," Spencer said.

After a few minutes of instructing me how to play, we started. I, somehow, was actually good. I mentally reminded myself to buy the game when Patrick gave me my allowance. Yeah, Patrick gave me $15 each week. Now, I know what you're think, What!? Only $15 You're rich! Shouldn't you be getting more? Well, I asked him to only give me $15, because we both agreed that I had to earn my money. I could earn more if I helped out here and there. I usually spent my $15 on food. But, I always saved some. Some days I'd help out by helping Janet, band merchandise girl, or helping the crew unload and load instruments. I wasn't very good at that, but I tried my best.

We played until it was time to perform. Dallon came in a few minutes before, and hugged me from behind spinning me. "Happy birthday!" I giggled, trying to escape his grip. "Nu uh," he said, hugging me a little tighter. "Okay, you can let go," I said.  "Whatcha playing?" "Call of Duty," I said as I retook my place in the game. "Oh, I should've come earlier. " He watched us play for a little. Then they had to go perform.   They both hugged me and Spencer said, "Have fun. Go drink a beer, get a lap dance from a hot guy, do some weed." I smirked and said, "Sorry, my drug dealer is outta town." They laughed and I heard Brendon mutter, "Her sense of humor is way too advance for her age."

"Okay, don't do those things, just have fun, alright?" I smiled and said, "Okay." I left the room with them, and then decided to hang out with Politics for the day. I mean, surely they wouldn't know it was my birthday. I knocked on their dresser, and Louis opened it. "Cora, hello!" I high fived him, and entered the dresser. "Hey, Soren," I said to the blonde who laid on the couch. "Cora! David, get your ass out of the shower, Cora's here! " I laughed and said, "No, he can stay in the shower." Louis put his arm around me, thank God he had showered already, and said, "No, he can't. See," he put a party hat that said birthday girl on my head, "We have a plan for you. We are going to the movies!" Soren did jazz hands  and they all waited for my reaction.

"SERIOUSLY!?" Soren nodded his head viciously. "OMG, THANK YOU!" I threw myself onto Louis, hugging him tightly, and then Soren. David came out in a towel, shirtless, and was drying his hair. My eyes widened at the sight of him,  and I tried my best not to affected by his shirtlessness. "Hey, David," I said. "Hey, Cora, just let me dress, and we'll be on our way. I nodded and crashed hext to Soren, tickling him. He sat up right, and I ran my hand through his hair. "You're hair is so cute," I said ruffling it a little more. "Thank you, yours is too," playing with my fluffly hair. "Yeah, no, mine is kinda like a rat's nest, while yours is cute." Louis snorted and said, "Not even. Like, David's hair is the rat's nest, ours are beautiful. " From behind the room, I heard David shout, "Don't listen to a word he's saying, he's just a lying bastard! Well, your hair is beautiful, but mine is not a rat nest!"

Once David changed into a black t-shirt, skinny jeans, and vans we were out. We got on a car, Louis driving, Soren in the front, and David and I in the back. "So, what movie we watching?" I asked. "Whatever you want," Soren said. "Insidious: Chapter 2,"I said. Patrick said he'd take me when we had a chance, I knew that meant never, so I'd might as well take the chance now.

We got to a big theater, and I was excited. David insisted on holding my hand, while Soren held the other. There were alot of people, alot, like alot alot. Alot. Seriously, I'd never seen that many people at a cinema. We had to wiggle our way to the lady who was checking tickets.

Louis held the tickets, so we had to make sure to follow him. There were 10 minutes before the movie started, and luckily the lines were short. "Okay, what do you want?" Soren said. "Uh, a soda. Oh, and dibs." "Dibs on what?" Soren asked. "No, dibs." I said pointing at the ice cream treat. "Ohhh, look guys, dibs." Once we got everything, a big bucket of popcorn, four medium sodas, two hotdogs, one pack of gummy bears, and two dibs, we were ready to pay. "I'll pay for my stuff." I said reaching for my bag. I carried a small black bag, that only fit my phone and money. "No, it's your birthday, and we're gentleman, we're paying," Louis said. "No, I am a woman with dignity,  I shall pay for my things." "No, you're not," Soren put his arms around me, restraining me to stay still. "Oh, I hate you, but I like your hugs," I said, he smiled.

We grabbed our things, and went to theater 3. A lot, and yeah, alot of people were there. We only got seats at the way top. I sat in middle of Soren and David, Louis sat next to David. I grabbed a piece of popcorn, and said, "Soren open your mouth." He did as told, and I threw it in. "Success!" He chewed happily as the previews started. There was one horror movie, which seriously freaked me out.

The movie started, and I was scared. Only a little. But still scared. I felt the same cold sinking feeling in my stomach halfway through the movie, which meant terror. I looked over to Soren, who stared intensively at the movie. He seemed to be into it. I turned to David, who stared at the movie, looking bored. I poked him. "I'm scared," I said with a cheesy smile, trying to hide the fact that I worried something was gonna grab me from behind and take me . A half smile took his face, and he whispered back, "It's not even scary." I whimpered,  and he smirked putting an arm around me. "Better?" I shrugged, it was better though. I am a wimp, but I actually liked feeling the feel of fear. I liked and hated it.

Like five minutes later, I was alright and into the movie as much as Soren. David didn't seem to get that I was interested when I leaned foward because he kept his arm around me during the rest of the movie. By the end, I fell in love with the movie.

I stretched, and that's when David got the hint to take his arm off. "Well, that was great,"I said eating the last gummy bear. "Hey!" Louis protested. "My gummy bear," he frowned and I laughed. We made our way out, this time Louis holding my hand, and if he hadn't I'd probably would've gotten lost. I was day dreaming about the cake, when I felt Louis lead me away from the group of people. "Hu? Where are we going?" He pointed to a photo booth. I looked back to see the guys following us, pinkies intertwined. "Aww, I ship it," I whispered and Louis laughed. "Don't tell them I said that."

We got into the booth, I was in the middle, David and Soren at my sides, and Louis sat on the floor, his head was the only thing visible in the picture. "Alright, smile," Soren said and we did as the first photo was taken. "Silly face," Louis said. I stook out my tongue, Soren crossed his eyes, David used two fingers to open his mouth, and Louis his hands to his face. "Kissy time," David said, he kissed my cheek, I smiled, and Soren kissed my other cheek. Louis puckered his lips. "Um, thanks for the kisses?" I asked with an akward smile. They laughed and I said, "You know, can we keep that photo a secret?" Soren nodded saying, "Yeah, I dont think Pete will be happy knowing of the photo." "DO WHATEVER!" I said as it counted down to five. I gave a thumbs up and smile, while Soren spread his arms a little ,smiling, David put a rock and roll sign, while Louis puffed up his cheeks. 

We got out laughing, and took the four photos. "Okay, one for each," I said. "Soren? Which one you want?" He looked through the photos. He choose the silly face one. Louis was looking through the photos when David said, "That kissy photo is mine." "Damn, David's a perv," Soren said laughing. "Oh, David, that's just weird!" I said laughing. "No, I mean, it's a joke, like guys, tell her about when we meet the fan in Oklahoma-" "No," Soren said. "Don't remember that," Louis said scratching his head, "Cora,I swear, it's an inside joke." "Riiigghhtt," I said choosing the photo of all of us smiling. I passed him the kissy photo. He hung his head as we walked. "Cheer up, rat nest, it was only a joke," I said. "No, it's just, I just don't want you to think I'm pervy-" "I don't, now hurry up, it's almost nine!" I said pushing him from behind. He smiled, cheering up.

We drove back to the venue, and on our way, I leaned up against Soren, trying to sleep. They wouldn't let me, they kept singing loudly, and saying I couldn't sleep just yet. I squirmed in my seat, trying to get comfortable into Soren's shoulder. He kept moving around and after a while I said,  "Fine, be like that. I'll just stay awake."

The fans were gone, and the place where the busses were parked was empty. I noticed the boys, Panic! and FOB, sitting in chairs in the parking lot. A small barbecue, there was no meat just the barbecue lit, sat in the middle. I smiled, a little confused. "Um, guys?" "SURPRISE!" They yelled. I smiled even more.

We got out of the car and Patrick got out of his seat and ran to us. he hugged me tightly, and I hugged him just as tight. "Happy Birthday!" I heard from behind. I walked my way to the guys, Patrick's arm around me the whole time. I gave them all a hug, and then said, "Thanks guys." "It's okay." "It was no trouble." "You're welcome. " "Happy Brithday. " "You deserve it!"

I sat next to Patrick and Pete. So it was me, Patrick, Joe, Louis, Spencer, Andy, Brendon, David, Soren, and Pete in the circle of chairs. "Well to start this off, we couldn't get you strippers cause Patrick said you were 'underaged' and shit. And also no beers," Brendon said making us laugh. "So, we start with marshmallows with beer for us, and marshmallows and chocolate milkshake for you." I laughed and took the stick that pete was handing me. I took a marshmallow from the bag that was being passed around. Patrick gave me a milkshake,  and the rest took a beer, or a soda. "So, how was the movies?" Patrick said. "Great, Insidious is a great movie, you should watch it. I got scared a little, though. " He smiled and said, "Is the little girl scared of a widdle scawy movie?" I laughed and said, "Yes, vewy." We roasted the marshmallows as I listened to Pete and Brendon try to tell the most jokes. I laughed through most of them, I couldn't breath. Then David said, "Okay, Brendon, you and me, dance off."

Everyone oohhed and Brendon said, "Alright, let's do it, you youngster got nothing on me," I laughed. David went up first, dancing great. I couldn't even start to explain how great it was. Well, it wasn't dancing technically, more like break dancing. But, Brendon did well too. Just, not as well. He faltered in a few steps, and took a little longer to achieve. David tried to teach me. "Okay, Cora, two steps back right foot, three stepsto the right, drop the the floor, do like a push up side ways, and back up, got it?" I shurgged and tried. I messed up on the falling to the floor part, and just fell instead of falling in push up formation. "Ow, yeah, I don't do exercise. " David laughed as he tried to help me up, but my knee was hurting, so I put all my weight on him.

I hobbled my way to the chair when my phone rang. I looked at it to see Stacy's phone number. "Hello?" I said. "Happy birthday!" I heard Jessica, Logan, and Stacy. "Aw, you remembered?" "Duh, how could we forget your birthday?" I laughed. "Alright, let me pass you Logan, he wants to tell you."

"Cora, three years ago, I meet you. I was a dirty looking boy and you were a timid looking girl. We became friends shortly after, and I stook by your weird little ass for years because that's what friends do.Now, here I am, miles away for the first time in three years on your birthday. If I was next to you, I would give you hugs and kisses and mess with your hair, but I can't so I'll just have to say happy birthday, Cora."

I was speechless. "Aw . . . Logan, I don't know what to say. Thank you for 'sticking by my weird little ass' as you put it for 3 long years." "I was kidding, you're not weird, I just want to maje sure I gave you a long ass speach so you would've nag at me." I laughed. "And there's the Logan I know. Thanks dude." "No problem, but seriously happy birthday, have a good night, I gotta go, Jessica here," I heard static and then Jessica's voice.

"Cora! Happy birthday, oh I've missed you so much! I've only got like a minute so I'ma make this fast, I really really love you and hope you have the best birthday every and that all your wishes come true and please please please be happy because it's your birthday and you are supposed to be happy. I gotta go, I love you so much." "Love you , too, thank you so much, bye." "Bye." "Hey, kid, remember me?" I heard Stacy say. I laughed, "Od course, I remember you, how could I forget one of my closest friends?" "Aw, means alot to hear that. Okay, this bitch is nagging, wait a sec." After a few moment I heard, "Alright. So how are you?" I explained to her everything about my day. "Wow, like best birhday ever. New Politics, Fall out Boy, and Panic! At the Disco, lucky." I shrugged. "Dude, I have to go. Happy birthday, have a beautiful sleep, really hope you are happy there Cora." "I am happy, bye, Stacy!" She hung up.

We talked for a little more, eating more marshmallows, and drinking beer, or milkshakes, or sodas, whatever. "Present time!" Andy said. My eyes widend. "That's okay guys, you don't actually need to get me anything." Everyone had a box or bag so I just hung my head and said, "Thanks, I really appreciate it." They cheered.

Andy handed me a box full of comic boxes, Marvel he knew I preferred Marvel over DC. I was really excited. Pete got me a bicycle, which was fucking badass, with green rims and was a nice black. Joe got me a skateboard, and Patrick got me the Harry Potter series, "You did not stop talking about them, like it'd be Harry Potter this and Harry Potter that. And now I present to you, Harry Potter. " Spencer got me three dresses, one white sundress, one black long dress, and a short teal blue one. He was laughing at the face I made at them because literally the day gefore we talked about how much we hated dresses. "Like, too much leg, I just  jeans, you know?" I said the day before. "I know, I don't know why some girl love dresses so much." He replied. "I bought them this morning," He said. "Thank you for not getting pink," I said.

Brendon, of course, helped out with more girly stuff. A pink fluffy journal with a pink C on it, and a pink bow tie, also a black one. "Thank you so much Brendon, I shall write about my murders in here," I said lifting the pink journal. Dallon saved the day with a black pair of ripped jeans with chains, and a black and white belt, "Thank you." "Yeah, I felt you needed something so you didn't completely hate our band."

Soren was up next, giving me a Basketball (YAY!) , Louis got four hoodies (DOUBLE YAY!) , they were all plain and I loved each and everyone of them, and David got me a knife. Now before you all start screaming like, "OMFG DAVID WHY ARE YOU GIVING A CHILD A KNIFE!? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL HER!?" I had talked to the guys before about how I wanted a knife, I told them I wanted one for protection and for when I go hiking and stuff. Patrick completely agreed with it, so I had my own knife. Six inches, steel blade, with a brown wooden handle that had my initials carved into it, in cursive. It came with its own little pouch so I didn't have to worry about cutting myslef when carrying it around.

"Best Birthday Ever," I said as we ate ice cream. "Thank you guys so much." We ate the ice cream and then decided it was time to head back. I said my goodbyes, hugged everyone, and went back into the bus. I laid in my bunk smiking at everything. Eveyone was asleep, but I heard someone knock gently on the side of the bunk. I opened the curtain to see Patrick standing there in his Pjs. "Hey, you had fun today?" I smiled and nodded. "Can I go in?" He asked. I nodded. He hoped into bed with me and stared at me for a moment and smiled. "It feels just like yesterday you were so small." I smiled. "Dad, I was ten. I am eleven. There is not much of a difference." He smiled and said, "No, but it's just been so long." I laughed, 'It's been four months." He hugged me. "It's been a great four months. " I smiled into his shoulder. "Thanks dad." "Shh, sleep." I fell asleep in my dad's arms.

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Tour was coming to an end. There were only 5 more shows to play, which meant I had a week left with everyone. New Politics and I were already discussing our plan to get the guys with water ballons. "You wanna do it the last show?" Soren asked. I nodded. "Yeah, that way they don't try to get us back. It'll be too late, then." We all nodded with a small smile 'cause of our revenge plan. It was my job to convince Panic!.

I knocked on their tour bus and Spencer opened the door. "Cora! What a surprise." "Hey Spencer. Is Brendon here?" He nodded and lead me in. Brendon sat on the couch with his phone on his lap. "Great! You're all here!" Dallon came out of the bunk area with his guitar. "Hey Dallon!" I waved fastly at him. He smiled and waved back. "Okay, I got to talk to you about something." "I'm all ears." Brendon said not looking up. "But not eyes, cause my phone is distracting. " I laughed and said, "Okay, do you guys want to help me and New Politics prank Fall Out Boy?" Dallon and Spencer looked interested, while Brendon said, "Ohh continue. " I explained to them what our prank was and they agreed happily.

That night, I listened to the guys excitedly speak about the end of tour. I giggled evily. They won't know what hit them, I thought.

The next day I talked to Jessica. "Hey bug!" "I'm not a bug," I grumbled. "Yes you are. Remember that time when we went to the garden and the beetle-" "NO! NOPE! FUCK THAT, NOPE! WE SHALL NEVER BRING THAT UP AGAIN, I SWEAR, OR I WILL PERSONALLY DANCE ON YOUR GRAVE!" She fucking laughed. "Don't laugh. I'm still traumatized from that experience." "But the bug just wanted to cud-" "JESSICA GODDAMMIT!" "'Kay, I'll stop. How are you guys?" "Eh, fine. Just let me tell you one thing, Joe goes hard into air hockey, alright. I'm getting dumped in mud tomorrow. " It was silent. "Hello?" Laughter filled the line and after a few moments she took the call again. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Can I get a picture of that?" "Sure, Patrick will probably post about it on Twitter with a very funny pun."

We talked a little more until Patrick walked in. "Cora, we need to go." "Okay wait," I put the phone on speaker, "Jessica, say hi. Patrick's here." "Hi," her voice was strained, I could tell she was trying hard not to fangirl. I face palmed  and said, "I give you one chance to make a good impression,  and you mess it up!" "OMG! I'm sorry, do I get a redo? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I was laughing my ass off, while Patrick covered his mouth to hide a smile. I let Jessica suffer a little more until I passed the phone to Patrick. "Hey Jessica, it's okay. No, it's fine. I already know you're a good girl. Yeah, alright take care." He passed me the phone and said, "That was kinda mean, Cora." "What? I just gave her a chance to talk to a celeb she likes. I did nothing wrong." Patrick rolled his eyes. 

"ALRIGHT! NOW IS EVERYONE READY FOR THE BEACH?" Pete asked. The bus was parked a few yards from our spot on the beach. Malibu beach looked beautiful. "Yeah." "Because I do not want to come back for stuff later! Once we get to the beach, we're not coming back. Understood?" "Yes, Mama Pete. " I said. Pete glared at me while Andy and Joe laughed.

We walked into the beach carrying bags of food, and drinks. And well towels and chairs. As we set up, I looked around for cute guys. It was a habit I developed because of Jessica. On the rare occasions we got to go out of the orphanage, trips or strolls, she'd look around. "What are you looking for?" My 7 year old self would ask. "Cute guys. If you find one, tell me silently. The one to find the most wins."

I put on sunscreen as the guys got comfortable. I wore a blue swimsuit, a one piece, and short shorts that were short, but still left me dignity. I didn't want a two piece, and even if I wanted one Patrick wouldn't let me. "No! No two pieces, you're ten have some dignity. I mean, no. Here how about you try these on. They have butterflies. " He proceeded to shove toddler swimsuits at me.

"I want the chair." "Nah, I bought the chair!" "Well, I carried it here!" Pete and Joe argued. "Move aside, peasants. The chair is for the queen. " I sat promptly on the chair. Andy ran up to the chair, picked me up, and carried me to the ocean. "No Andy! No, I don't know how to swim well! The water is cold! Andy, have mercy!" I panicked. I was 4'7 (I grew a lot that summer, and I was pleased by that) and Andy was 5'6! If he dumped me in a deep place, I would have to stay afloat. As I saw the water rise slowly, I tried to wiggle my way out of Andy's arms. I looked back to see the guys standing in the shoreline,  laughing. "Help me!" When the water reached his ribcage, he dropped me into the coldwater. The cold water nearly made me drink some salt water, but I didn't. Yay. When I resurfaced, the water was at my neck. "Andy, you jerk." I said laughing. I tried to wipe the water out of my eyes, and I heard the crashing waves. I turned to see a big wave , just around 2 feet away hit. The impact sent me back a bit, and I had to keep my feet steady not to fall backwards into the ocean. "Shit, the waves are strong." 

Since Andy was tall, he didn't fear the ocean waves like I did. I went back onto the beach shivering. The guys were cheering and I just glared at them. "Did you put sunscreen on?" Patrick asked, kinda like a mother. "Yeah." I said rubbing the water off my face. "Everywhere? Legs? Face? Arms?" I thought and said, "No, not my face." Patrick marched to the sunscreen, got some on his hands, and rubbed it on my face. He rubbed it on my cheeks and happily said, "You look so cute!" He squished my cheeks, while they burned.

"Can I go back into the ocean?" "No, the waves are strong. You can get carried away." "Ah!" I groaned as I sat watching the waves longingly. Pete finished talking with Andy and said, "I'll take her. I wanna get in there again." You would've thought puny waves couldn't take out the Pete Wentz. Well you were dead wrong. I worried about myself as we entered, but Pete was the one I ended up worrying about. "Peter Lewis Kingston III! Stop getting so close to the damn waves!" He wanted to be at the bottom of the wave when it hit, and it hurt like a bitch trust me. I stayed a few feet back, and watched as the wave hit him. For a few moments, he didn't  surface and had me search the waters looking for a body. But he would always re surface with a crazy grin.

And then it happened when a wave was too strong. I was pushed back because of another wave, and when I turned I saw a wave coming. I quickly looked at Pete and he looked at me and nodded. I heard someone yell something that sounded like Fall Out Boy, which made me turn to look at the guys signing something for a chick. I turned back to see the wave was right in front of me. My eyes widened and it hit me. I went under the water. Okay, don't breathe. It'll be over. Let it take you where it takes you. I rolled underwater, scraping my knees a little. I rolled and rolled until the waves calmed down enough for me to stand up. My knees burned and the fear of being taken by the ocean took in. I looked up to see Pete frantically looking around until he stop me. "Thank God! I thought I lost you." I managed a weak smile and walked foward, deeper into the ocean, even though my mind screamed no.

After many tiring near death experiences with the ocean I got out. Patrick was laughing with Joe and said, "Hey you hungry? There's some cheese sandwiches. " I nodded and sat on the towel eating my little sandwich. "So you like the beach?" Andy asked. "Surprisingly yes. Now we need to do the cliché things. We need to build sandcastles, bury someone in sand, have someone chase someone else down the shoreline, and sun bathes. Now since you, Hurley, are the closest thing we have to a hot babe, you have to sun bathe. " Andy looked confused, while Joe and Patrick laughed. "Andy's the hot babe? HAHAHA!" Andy glared at the guys and said, "I'll take that as a compliment. So, yeah I'll do the sun bathing." I clasped my hands together. "Perfect! Now does anyone have a bikini top?"

A ton of arguing later, and a quick stop at the nearest shop, Andy was wearing a pink bikini top. The guys were near death laughing. "Everyone remember, I'm doing this for Cora!" "Yeah, I'm taking pictures of everything!" I showed them the camera Joe had gotten me. Andy groaned and sat down on the towel, lowering his shades to cover his face. He put his hands behind his head and relaxed. I took a picture. "Perfect! Now we need to wait 5 minutes." "Why 5?" "So you can get a tan! You're all so white and pale, it looks like you don't even touch the sunlight! So you'll get a nice tan after this. " He sighed and stayed still. "Want me to read to you to kill time?" He nodded. I grabed my copy of Divergent and read to him the part where they begin initiation training. I changed my voice for every character, and did sound effects and everything. I could see a few little kids near me give me odd looks, but I was too happy to care.

I looked down on to see his time was up. "Done! You'll have a nice tan, and all the girls will be over you." "Cora, I don't think girls will be attracted to the bad sun burn I got." "When you find the right girl, she'll love you even with your sunburn, Andy. " I smiled at the ocean and then looked at him, He looked like he wanted to say something , but he just smiled and patted my head.

I turned back to see the guys laughing at Andy's soon to be sunburn. "Okay! Now who wants to be buried?" Patrick's hand went up and I said, "Great! I'll get buried too. So Pete, you take my pictures." I began to dig with Patrick two holes, around a feet in distance. "Patrick, I've got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match." "What a catch, Cora. Where is your boy tonight?" "I hope he is a gentleman. " "Maybe he won't find out what I know." "You were the last good thing." "About this part of town. " Once we got how deep we wanted the holes, we got in them, and Joe and Andy helped with the sand. "Carry on my wayward son," I said. "There'll be peace when you are down," Joe said. "Lay your weary head to rest," Andy said. "Don't you cry no more," finished Patrick.

We were all buried up when I asked, "Where did Wentz go?" "I don't know, he was around here." A bunch of seaweed was put infront of my face which made me scream in surprise. Pete was holding them in front of my face, "How about we put these on your hair." "NO PETE! NO NO NO NO NO NO !" "Yes Pete," Pete said as he lowered it, centimeters from my hair. "Pete I will leak that photo that I took of you to the Internet!" He stopped and asked, "What pho- oh. Fine. But Patrick! Hey you'll look gorgeous with seaweed hair." "Pete no." Pete approached Patrick and threw the seaweed on his face. "PETE!" Pete started to take many photos.  After Joe finally decided it was best to take the seaweed off, we took some nice smiling photos in the sand. And the other photos,  were of laughing Coras and struggling Patricks.

Once Andy dug me up, I grabbed my camera and looked through them. I took a few of the ocean, and the laughing Pete, working Andy, standing Joe, and ugly me. Oh and of course, angry Patrick. Once he was dug up, he chased Pete angrily around the beach. I took many photos of that. And finally when he jumped on him, Andy and Joe held him down while Patrick and I covered him with seaweed. Patrick and I both took many pictures, and of course twitter was involved too. Pete looked like Oscar The Grouch by the end of our seaweed extravaganza.

At the end of the day, Patrick walked with me down the shoreline. "So, have you had any nightmares?" "Hu?" "You know, nightmares about your mom or past." I was shocked he even remember about those. "No, I don't get them anymore. " "Well, if they come back you can always talk to me about them. I'll be there to listen. " I smiled. "Thanks Dad." And at that moment, I felt a little guilty we were going to prank him. But a few minutes later, he pushed me into the water , which made me lose all the guilt.

As it turned out, Andy's sunburn wasn't too bad. The scratches on my knees from the beach looked hideous. And Patrick and I developed a habit of playing Finish The Lyrics when we were bored.

Soren and Spencer both got to see all the pictures of the beach. Only them cause they were nice. Brendon and David and Patrick were conspiring against me. In Phoenix, I was out trying to find a water bottle when I passed Panic!s room and overheard my name. I leaned closely to the door and listened. "We need to get Cora away from everyone, first of all." Brendon said. "I'll invite Cora to my dresser and tell her to wait for me there, that'll get rid of that problem. " David said. "Okay, but  we got three more stops so we need to gather the stuff now. After the show, we need to gather everything, and tomorrow-" I walked away cause I heard Louis and Dallon coming around the corner.

So I was a problem? What were they planning? A party or prank? I wondered that afternoon while lying on the floor. There's a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven't thought of it yet was playing on my phone out loud. My earphones had stopped working so I had to play it out loud. Someone opened the door and entered. "Holy Smokes, why are you on the floor?" Patrick asked nearly stepping on my foot. "Patrick! My earphones stopped working, ahhh," I whined. "Ah, get up from the floor. We'll get you new ones today. Um, I'm gonna go buy some stuff at the store." I stood up quickly. "Can I go?" He's gonna buy whatever they need for whatever they're planning. "No, stay here. I'm just going to get some stuff." He shifted nervously and smiled.

I waited in my bunk for Patrick to return. I heard a car pull in by the bus and I jumped to sofa. Andy looked at me staring at the window. "What are you doing?" He asked. I could see the car Brendon rented. "Hmmm. What'd they buy?" I muttered. Joe grabbed me by my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I yelled in protest. "Joe. Put. Me. Down," I hissed. He hung me upside down, which I would've enjoyed but I had to see what they bought. "Hey who's a cute little monkey?" Pete mocked without looking up. I tried to stay angry at him, but who could stay angry at Pete Wentz? They don't want me to see whatever they are buying. Why? Like if it's because they got beer or drugs or whatever I don't care, but why can't I see?

I was slightly offended that they didn't let me see. And that David called me a problem. Why was I being there a problem? They would just tell me they didn't want me there, I wouldn't get mad or anything. Once Joe had finished tickling me even with my many protest, I sat in my bunk. I'm being a problem again. I was a problem to my Mom, and now I'm a problem to the guys. Maybe I just need to be more obedient, do whatever they say and never protest. Just act like a perfect daughter and then I won't be a problem.

I grabbed my notebook that I always left on my bunk and started doodling on the first blank page I found. Random song lyrics, quotes, drawing, and names were written on the page by the time I heard Patrick enter the bus. Pete told him something quietly and then Patrick entered the bunk area with the corners of his mouth raised. "Hey, Cora." "Hi, Dad." I didn't look at him, but at the paper. Why was I being a problem? Maybe I'm not even a fucking problem, and they're just making a party and don't want me there. I shouldn't even fucking care, but I fucking do. Stop being a damn drama queen, Cora. Stop fucking caring so much . You've never cared this much about being a problem in the orphanage, then why now? I violently wrote American Idiot on the page in big letters. "I got you some new earphones at the store." Patrick said taking a new pair of apple earphones out of his pocket. I took them and smiled. "Thank you." Im such a fucking idiot, they don't want you at whatever they're planning, just accept it and get over it.

I felt like slamming my head against a wall. "You okay Cora? You look, uh, troubled?" Goddammit I swear, I'm just being stupid. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just can't beat the boss on Mario Bros 2." "Oh, I can help you on that." And we spent the whole night trying to beat the boss. Patrick was the first to win, then after ten tries I finally won. We highfived each other and ate a Nutella sandwich in victory.

That night I woke up to hear someone walking down the small hallways between the bunks. I opened the curtain of the bunk and saw Andy  waddling his way out if the bunk area. "Andy, what are you-" "I'm gonna get something at the gas station." I felt wide awake and said,"Can I come?" "Okay." I hoped out of bed wearing sweat pants and I t-shirt that read "Hello". We walked out of the bus and entered the small store. Andy got a pack of gummy bears and a bottle of lemonade. I grab some skittles. I paid for my things and Andy stared sleepily at some magazines. "I know him," he mumbled pointing at a magazine that had New Politics on the cover. I giggled, "Me too." Andy stared at the magazines some more and I stood with him, but I decided to try on my new earphones. I grabbed an Alternative Press magazine and read an article about a new band.

After what seemed like forever he grabbed a magazine and went to pay for it. I used up my 3 dollars that I had saved on the skittles and suddenly felt like buying a soda. I sighed and opened the door. I looked back to see Andy shuffle his way to me. "Okay, why were you-" "Shit." I raised an eyebrow and said,"Wha-" He patted his shorts and said, "Double shit. Left my phone on the bus." I looked over to where the bus was being put gas into only to see it wasn't there anymore. "Hey, do you have your phone?" I shook my head. He groaned and searched his pocket for something. He found what he was looking for; two dimes. He walked over to the phone and put in the two dimes.

"Pete, we're still in the gas station. Me and Cora. What the hell do you mean you heard us enter?" I yawned and wondered what time it was. "Fine, whatever. Just get your asses back over here and pick us up." He hung up and rested on the wall. I yawned and said, "Well it would be funny, if it wasn't cold. I mean, it's fucking summer. It should be hot, not cold." He smiled and yawned. I stood there for a moment shivering. Andy spread out his arms and said, "C'mere. You're gonna get sick." Andy was only wearing a sweat shirt and shorts but hey body heat. I let myself be embraced by him and we sat there waiting for the guys to pick to up. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel akward. At first I was like, he is hugging me? BUT, then I remembered he was like my uncle so there was nothing to feel akward about. We waited for about five minutes and then I said, "Dude, what time is it?" I felt him shrug.  "I don't know, I woke up around one am and then after a while I heard the bus stop and I wanted a lemonade so . . . " I nodded and since it was around 2 am I had to ask, "What do you think is the meaning of life? Is there a God, is there reincarnation, or are we just organismns with consciousness? Is there an after life, or are we bound to die and never live again?" To be honest, it scared me to think about things like this. If there was a God, there was also a hell, if there was reincarnation, then there was always a bad life, and if we are just organisms with limited consciousness, then there will be an end of everyone.

He looked at me with big eyes and said, "What do you think?" I thought for a moment and said, "I think that it's what everyone wants it to be. If someone believes in God, then they'll recieve heaven or hell. If someone believes in reincarnation, then they'll be recarnated into a new life. If someone believes that they just die, then they will just die." He looked at me surprised. "What do you believe in?" I shrugged. "I don't know anymore. I believed in God when I was with my Mom, but slowly my faith is fading. I don't know anymore. Maybe there is a place where all souls go once their vessels die, not like heaven or hell, but just a place where we can spend eternity together. Sounds kinda stupid, but yeah. Just things that go through my mind at one am."

We both just kinda stared at the gas station as we both thought of what I said. Damn, I get deep in early morning. After ten minutes I said, "Really? They're still not here?" Andy shook his head. "Fuck this, wake me up when they get here." He smiled and I laid my head on his chest trying to get comfortable. Just as I was about to fall into deep slumber I heard the bus pull up. "Fucking shit, I have the worst luck right now." "I feel ya," said Andy patting my head. He left go of me and the cold hit me hard again. I opened the door to the bus and Pete stood there rubbing his eyes. "Pete, good morning." I said, entering the bus. He walked out to feel how cold it was and shivered. "Shit, sorry for leaving you here." I glared at him. "Sorry! I heard someone enter!" "Well, we didn't enter!" "Wait," Andy said, "You heard someone enter?" Pete nodded. "Yeah, the bus driver entered. Then, a little later I heard someone else enter." "Who entered?" Andy said. We all looked at each other and ran to the bunk area. We opened the curtains of Patrick's and Joe's bunk to find them sleeping. There were three un occupied bunks and we opened those to find nothing.

"Maybe there's nothing here," Andy said as we advanced to my bunk. "Yeah, but I'm sure I heard- WHAT IS THAT?" There was a brown furr ball on my bunk, cuddling into my green blanket. Andy went to turn on the lights and Patrick was getting up. "Why are you guys screaming?" He asked puting on his glasses. "Doggie!" I said getting into my bunk. "Cora, wait, he can have rabies." I looked down at the puppy sleeping. From what I could tell, it was a Saint Bernard. He was maybe a foot big and was a little dirty.

"Patrick,  look at this cutie!" I said as I petted the dog's head and it lifted it's head a little and licked my free hand. Patrick took a good look at what was going on in my bunk and said, "Holy Smokes, Saint Bernard!" Joe was now awake and looked inside my bunk with sleepy eyes. "Oh, look a puppy. Hmm, where'd he come from?" Pete explained to Patrick and Joe what had happen. "It was cold outside." I said. "C'mon, it's only 54. It's way colder in Chicago!" Pete protested. "Hey," I said sticking out a hand. "I come from LA, 60 is freezing for me. Don't judge me. "

I petted the dog once more and turned to Patrick. "Can we keep it?" Patrick looked at me with a pointed look and said, "No, I mean, he can be sick, he's from the street. We can't." I was disappointed. But I tried to not let is show. David's voice rang through my head saying, "That'll get rid of that problem." I smiled and pet the dog's head. Once he stood up to get comfortable I learned he was a boy. "Can he stay in my bunk?" I asked. Patrick thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but tommorow we stop at a pet shelter and we leave the pup there, okay?" I nodded with a smiled. Everyone went back to sleep and I got comfortable in my bed with the dog sleeping by my side. His head was resting on my hand. "I'ma call you Tyson." And I feel asleep.

I woke up rubbing my eyes. I felt weight on the mattress and turned to see Tyson sleeping on the bunk with me. "Hey boy," I said as he lifted his head to lick my face. "Aw your breath smells awful." I giggled. I got outta bed, and he followed me to the kitchen area. He sat patiently by me as I grabbed my breakfast, a ham sandwich. I threw a slice of ham in his direction and he ate his breakfast happily. I grabbed a deep bowl made of plastic and filled it up with water, which he drank. "You were thirsty boy," I said in a high pitched voice.

"Yes, he was," Joe said teasing me also in a high pitched voice. "Isn't he cute? You're cute, aren't you Tyson?" Joe laughed and petted Tyson. "You know, we'll be there in an hour. I can help you bathe him." I smiled at him gratefully. "Yes, please and thank you." Tyson licked his hand and Joe asked, "You named him Tyson , didn't you?" I laughed and said, "Yeah. I named him after after a charecter in a book series I like. The character  is super sweet, and he reminded me of him." Joe nodded saying, "Ahhh." Joe sat on the couch watching tv as usual. I played with Tyson. I petted him, rolled with him, chased him around. I smiled as I hid on once of the empty bunks. Tyson was looking for me and so far, from what I could hear, he'd found Patrick and Pete. "Hey boy. You want food?" I heard Pete say. "There, good boy. You're really big." A few seconds later I heard Patrick, who was in the bunk next to me. "Oh, hello doggie. Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?"

I giggled and then I felt something jump in the bunk. "You found me, Tyson!" I said rubbing his belly. He jumped on me and liked my face. I laughed and heard a click as Patrick took a picture. "Sorry, you looked too cute ,not to take picture would've been cruel. " I laughed even more and petted Tyson again as he laid on my stomach.

Around 10 minutes later, the guys got off to go into the venue for sound check. I petted him more, I couldn't get enough of the little fella. I sighed, knowing that I had like ten hours before I had to drop him off  in a pet shelter. Joe promised me that after sound check, he'd help me wash Tyson.

"You know, Tyson, you and I aren't that different I mean, both you and I  didn't have a family. You were out in the streets, and I was in an orphanage. Maybe you did have a family for some time, like me. Or maybe you never did. But, I found a family. Patrick and Elisa and the guys are now my family. Maybe the same thing'll happen for you!" I whispered gently as he looked at me tilting his head to the left. "Yeah, maybe you'll find your Patrick at the pet shelter. A nice family will take you in and you'll be happy like me. Or  . . .  maybe you won't find one. In that case, I'm sorry I couldn't be your family. " I hugged him feeling sad that I didn't know the fate of the poor puppy and couldn't help him in any way. He cuddled into me and I said, "Aw, Ty, you're not making it any easier to say goodbye." He jumped around the bunk happily and I laughed.

I heard the door open and I left the bunk to see Patrick standing by the couch. "Hey, Joe wanted me to get you. Time to bathe Tyson." I smiled and said, "Thanks. C'mon Tyson! Let's go get you cleaned up!" I ran outside and Tyson followed close by.

Patrick's POV

Sound check was finished and Joe was changing into light clothes, "Hey tell Cora I'm ready to bathe Tyson." "Tyson?" I asked. "The Saint Bernard. " I nodded thinking, She already named him. It's gonna be hard getting her to give up the pup. I walked to the bus waving to the fans. I entered silently and wanted to sneak up on Cora. "-both you and I didn't have a family." I listened closely, even though I kinda didn't want to. "Patrick and Elisa and the guys are my family." I smiled. "Maybe you'll find your Patrick at the pet shelter. " I felt my heart melt. "I'm sorry I couldn't be your family." I heard her laugh and I decided to act as if I hadn't heard anything. I opened the door and closed it again.

She came in the room wearing an old grey t-shirt and some faded shorts. She smiled lightly when she saw me. Her black hair was put in a pony tail while her brow eyes sparkled with sadness. "Hey, Joe wanted me to get you. Time to bathe Tyson." I watched her leave the bus with the cute pup following her. I sighed and sat down on the couch rubbing my eyes. Patrick you are not going to fall to her wishes for a simple speech. No, you are going to stand your ground, or the kid won't learn discipline. A part of my mind told me. But doesn't she deserve happiness? She had a messed up childhood, doesn't she at least get something to make it up to her for having such a rotten childhood? I mean, it's just a dog. She's not asking for the newest apple phone, or the most expensive shoes. Another part of my mind fought.

I took out my phone and texted Elisa the photo of Cora and Tyson I had taken earlier. Cute right? I asked through text. A minute later she replied with, Oh my God a puppy. You got her a puppy? He's so cute, I can't wait to meet him! I thought for a moment and decided if Elisa thought getting a puppy wad good and made no complaint, then a puppy was a good idea. I smiled and could see the puppy as part of the family.

I looked at the clock to see it was 1:56 pm. I smiled. Eight more hours til I prank Cora.

Cora's POV

I found Joe behind the busses with a water hose, a big bucket of water, a scrub, and dog shampoo. "For long hair," Joe said raising the shampoo so I could see it. I nodded and I said, "Alright, boy, we're gonna get you clean. Get in the bathe." Of course, he just stared at me confused. I tried picking him up, but he was heavy ,even for a puppy.

"Joe, help me carry him, please." Joe carried Tyson with no problem and put him in the huge bucket, where he tried to escape. Joe held him down as I showered Ty in water and rubbed shampoo all over his fur. As I rinsed him I said, "Thanks Joe." "No problem, Princess,  and I probably shouldn't be telling you this but, I heard Patrick, Brendon, and David are gonna pull a prank on you, so keep your eyes out in case they try anythihg. But don't say I said anything." I smiled and said, "Thanks,  I knew they were planning something." After the rinse, Tyson jumped out of the now dirty filled water and shook off everything, only affecting me. I smelled like wet dog.

"Tyson, I swear, if you weren't cute, I would be so offended right now. " Joe laughed and I said, "Be careful, cause any second I could decide to hug you, and you'd be in trouble then, buddy." I brushed through his fur til it was smooth and silky, which didn't take long.

I thanked Joe one last time and entered the bus again with now clean and dry Tyson. My phone buzzed and I looked to see it was a text from David. Hey Cora, I need to talk to you about something. Can you meet me in my dressing room at 9? I smiled evily, knowing where this was going. I replied : Oh David, I would, but I have to take care of this dog that I found yesterday. Sorry. I sat down on the couch, Tyson on my lap, and I started reading  The Lightning Thief.

A fter the shows,  Patrick came in."Hey, aren't you supposed to be at the venue?" I asked, not bothering to look up from my book. "Yeah, but, you know. Tyson is a really cute dog, I just wanted to see him one last time." He patted Tyson heads and Tyson immediately stood up, licking his hand. "Hey, can I stay with him? You can go do whatever you want, tommorow is our last day of tour." I smiled and said, "Yeah, I think I'm going to go hang out with Janet , and help her out." I smiled at him sweetly and grabbed the bingo hat that sat on the counter.

"Oh, she's a little sick right now, you shouldn't go bothering her. Don't you have anything else to do?" I looked up pretending to think, inside I was smiling. "I am a little tired from yesterday. I think I'm gonna shower, then  maybe sleep." Patrick looked frustrated at the floor. I was trying hard not to giggle. He looked at Tyson, like he was about to give up on the plan, when I decided that I showed let them succeed with their prank. "Oh wait, David said he wanted to talk to me. Yeah, I guess I could go do that, sleep later. Yeah, I'll be back."

I sighed once I was out of the bus. I walked towards the dresser of the venue and I opened New Politic's room. Before entering, I looked around. Spencer and Soren sat on the couch. "Hey guys," I said looking up, to make sure there was nothing to dump on me.

"Okay, we need to hurry, David and everyone else will be here any minute. Here," Soren threw a water gun at me. "Hide in there," he pointed to what seemed like a closet. "So they are playing a  prank on me?' I asked as I walked to the closet. "Yep, now don't come out til we give you the signal." "What is the signal?!" "Uh, I'll sneeze?" Dallon half asked and stated.

I left a crack on the door. Then I heard the door open, yells, and protests. Then silence. "Where's Cora?" Brendon asked. I smiled. The closet was next to the door, so their backs were to me. I saw Spencer and Soren covered in . . . was that eggs? I covered my mouth trying to hold back giggles. "Aw, shit, she didn't come did she?" David said letting down his basket of eggs, they all were carrying baskets of eggs. They had at least two dozens per basket.

Dallon did the worst fake sneeze ever that the guys just kinda stared at him confused that they didn't notice me open the door until I yelled, "SURPRISE!" And then drenched them in grape juice! They were shocked and that gave Dallon and Soren the time to grab egg baskets. They all reached for their baskets but David was the only one who had a basket. Dallon and Soren threw the eggs at them, and I sprayed them with grape juice.  I yelled as eggs hit me, and Patrick and Brendon reached for more eggs from David's basket. I didnt really know what happened, I just remembered throwing and being hit and running around the room so I wasn't an easy target.

When I was out of grape juice, I hid behind Soren, grabbing a few eggs and throwing them at David and Patrick. Once the commotion was done, my body was aching, the three singers were purple, and Soren and Spencer were laughing. Sure, we were covered in egg yolk, but the singers were covered in egg yolk and grape juice. After we all caught our breath, Brendon said, "Alright who told her?" I took a deep breath and said, "I heard you guys talking one day about scheduling me to come here for something. Then, a little birdy told me that you guys were planning a prank, and then these two handed me the juice gun, and all hell broke loose," the singers shook their heads. "We were so close to pranking her," David said sighing. I smiled thinking of tommorow.

"Hey," I said looking around the dresser room. The walls had egg yolk, the floors were covered in egg shells, and the couch was stained with grape juice. "Who's gonna clean this up ?" We all sighed and got to cleaning up, but I didn't mind. That meant it would be too late to drop off Tyson. At around ten, we left the venue.

I took a shower and changed, as well as Patrick, but not before lots of pictures were taken, and Twitter was updated with pictures of our egg battle. When Patrick showered, I cuddled with Tyson. I fell asleep and woke up to barking.

I opened my eyes to see Patrick smiling at me. "Good morning daddy," I said still half asleep. I called Patrick "daddy" when I wasn't in control of myself or trying to sound cute, for example when I was tired, in pain, or sick.

"Hey, I got Tyson a present." I opened my eyes a little more to see Tyson on the floor, with a black collar on him. "Oh, thanks. I think they're probably going to take it off at the shelter, but he shall enjoy it til then, " I said getting out of the bunk. Patrick still stared at me with a small smile. I scratched his head and said, "Can you say thank to Dad, Tyson? " In a high voice. I then noticed the tag on the collar. It said Tyson on it and behind it was our information. "Dad, but they're gonna-" Realization hit me. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" He nodded with a smile. "Thank you!" I hugged him tightly, really I didn't feel like letting go. I felt like the 5 year old girl who got a new doll from her dad that hugged and kissed him til they both forgot the world exsisted. "Tyson, you can stay!" I also hugged Tyson, and he squirmed under my grip and then ran out fo the bunk area.

"Wait, come back!" I said wailing falling to the floor. "I thought you loved me!" I stretch out my arm to the roof for no apparent reason except drama. Tyson came back running to sniff me. "He's cute, isn't he?" Patrick said. "Yes, very. You kinda remind me of him. Let's see, get next to him." Patrick crouched down and put his face to Tyson smiling. "Pft, you two are practically twins on the cuteness level," I said standing up. Patrick walked away with a blush and I heard him whisper, "She called me cute." I laughed and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for today.

After showering and putting on a shirt that said Food and was gray. My hair was fairly straight, so I left it loose, and a pair of shorts that went just above my knees. I went back into the front of the bus and sat on the couch. "This is our last day, hu?" I asked. Andy said, "Yeah, but then we got two shows to play in Mexico." "Woo! Mexico!" I said excitedly. " I've always wanted to see how it looked like."

"You've never been in Mexico?" Joe asked. "Nope. I'm Mexican American, speak Spanish, have a fair understanding of Mexican culture, but have never been to Mexico," I said. Joe nodded and said,  "Yeah, you'll like it there. We've been there before." I pumped my fist into the air and said, "Yaasss."

It suddenly hit me: school. I grabbed my phone quickly to figure out the schedule of schools in Chicago. Most went back late August or early September. My eyes widened, it was the 29th of September. And two days in Mexico, and one day for jet lag. "PATRICK!" I started to panic. I was going to be like a month late for school,  how the fuck was I going to make friends? He entered the room, drying his hair with a towel. "What?" He asked sitting next to me. "When are we gonna go back to Chicago?" He thought for a moment and said, "October 3, why?" I took a deep breath , trying not to let fear show in my eyes, and said, "School. "

Great, not only is it going to be my first year in a public school after my mom's death, but it's gonna be my first year in middle school with more than one teacher, in elementary it's always been just one teacher. I'm gonna be one month late, ugh friends. No one is gonna wanna hang out with the weird kid who is like a month late to school. No one is even gonna know me there.

"Ahh," he said. I laid back on the couch, closing my eyes. I practicly had what, one week before school? I groaned and stood up, walking to my bunk. Tyson, noticing my distress, came to my side, letting me pat his hand. I put on my earphones, and let my sad playlist play. Mayday Parade and Nevershoutnever played softly on my phone, and Tyson just laid on my tummy. Luckily, the guys didn't notcie my distress, so I just tried to go back to sleep.

I woke up around noon, and then I got a phone call. David. "Munchkin, you ready for everything?" David sounded excited. "Yep, all set." "Cool, okay once Panic! is done, come meet me at my dresser. We'll start fixing the water ballons, and everything. " "Ay ay, captain." "Rrr," he said imitating a pirate. "Are you doing a hook hand?" "Yes," he said. "Are you by any chance hanging you head in shame?" "Okay, that is freaking. How did you know that?" "I have my ways, Davy." I heard some shout in the back round, "Is that Cora?! Tell her I say hi!" "Soren says hi," David said. "I say hello. " "Cora says to shut the fuck up, and to hand me the control,  it's my time to watch tv." I laughed. "Cora's a meanie," Louis said. "AM NOT!" I shouted through the phone. "Are too," he said back. "Shut up, Louis," Soren said. I hears sipping and I said, "Louis, are you by any chance drinking juice?" "Fuck, she's good." I laughed even harder. "You guys, I swear, I am just guessing," I said.

"Cora, who you talking to?" Joe asked as he entered. "Gots to go," I said. "No wait , Cora, I wanna-" "You ain't gonna do shit, Davy, " I said reaching for the end call button. I heard laughing as the phone call ended. "You are so sweet," Joe said eyeing me as he looked from through his stuff.

I blushed and loooked down to my phone. Opening Gmail, I had a nice conversation with Logan.

Cora: Heyo, Logan. How is my favorite?

Logan: Favorite what?

Cora: Slave

Logan: Aw, come on, I thought we were something special DX

Cora: Nope, just a slave

Logan: Fine, so how is my enslaver?

Cora: In distress, I am going to be a month late to school.

Logan: Well shit, that sucks. Slightly. Cause like, you get a month free.

Cora: Yeah. So who'd you get?

Logan: Mr. Smith , Math, Science, P.E.

Cora: Hey that's good! He's advance math

Logan: Yeah, but . . . okay I got nothing

Cora: Who else?

Logan: Mrs. Garcia, Language Arts, Social Studies

Cora: *poutes* I always wanted to have Mrs. Garcia

Logan: Yeah, and I always wanted to have a rockstar as I father.

Cora: He's not a rockstar, he's a . . . pop punk star?

Logan: Eeehhh, I'ma tell your Dad you were talking shit

Cora: NO I DIDNT MEAN IT OFFENSIVELY! IT WAS A JOKE!

Logan: Nope, bad girl.

Cora: You're having a good time, just sitting there, making fun of me

Logan: Oh yes I am

Cora: I hate you

Logan: You love me cmon remember Easter?

Cora: SHUT UP! IT WAS TO GET FANNY TO STOP BOTHERING ME ABOUT MY CRUSH! I DIDNT MEAN ANYTHING WHEN I SAID "I LOVE LOGAN!"

Logan: It's okay, you'll come running back into my arms like Easter again

Cora: Logan, I will end you

Logan: No you won't,  you love me way too much to do that

Cora: LOGAN!

Cora: Youre enjoying this aren't you?

Logan: You have no idea

Logan: I can just see your glare, and the way you smile irritatedly when I say something to annoy you, cause you know it's true, and how you're blushing cause you're very shy with the word love

Cora: Damn, so like is it just you and me who can do that thing of guessing very well or?

Logan: So then, it is true that you love me?

Cora: Goddammit, Logan, no.

Logan: Alright, but when you're drowning I'll remember this.

Cora: Ya, you'll remember to save my ass, and not give me CPR, to get a cute guy to do that

Logan: You are terrible

Cora: So I've been told

Logan: I've got homework, help?

Cora: Shoot.

Logan: Uh, it's literacy questions

Cora: Nope not good at that

Logan: Yep, thoughts so

Cora: Shut up.

Logan: Shut up.

Cora: Shut up.

Logan: Maybe shut up can be our always

Cora: Not sure if to applaud you for the awesome reference,  or to curse you right here and now

Logan: But you love me

Cora: ANDIFIDIDWHAT? WHAT WOULD THAT GAIN YOU LOGAN!?

Cora: Actually, don't answer that, I have to go byyyeee

Logan: Alright bye love you

Cora: LOGAN!

Logan: Nope, you said you were leaving, you have to go

Cora: You got even more annoying during the summer, I can't handle you

Logan: Alright then don't. Bye, Cora .

Cora: Adiós Logan.

I didn't love Logan, and he didn't love me. He loved teasing me, cause he knew I would always give him a reaction. Always. I couldn't let anything go.

I went down to the venue and helped Janet with the Merch. After greeting a few fans, and helping Janet sell, I went inside the venue to sit in Panic's dressing room. They weren't even surprised to see me there anymore they were just like, "Hey Cora, what's up?" "Nothing." "Alright." And I just sat there in their dresser listening to music as they talking and did their own thing. I listening to Brendon warm up his voice, and Spencer made sure to show me all the YouTube videos he found funny.

"You think they suspect anything?" Dallon said as he walked into the dresser. I shrugged. "If so, they haven't shown it."

"Suspect what?" Joe said sticking his head in. Brendon looked panicked, Dallon fiddled with the door handle, and Spencer opened his mouth but no words came out. "We were panning on like, throwing a surprise party for New Politics, but, you know, now you figured it out." I was surprised I could lie that easily, and I highfived myself mentally. "Oh," Joe said, leaving, but still had the curious face. Dallon closed the door and I said, "I don't think he bought that." "Neither do I," Spencer said standing up and slapping Brendon , who still sat with his mouth opened. He blinked at looked at Spencer, "What?" Spencer rolled his eyes and said, "We have to plan a party." He thrusted his fist into the air and whooped. "Alright, you guys do that, and I'll . . . tumblr." I almost forgot what I was saying as I scrolled through tumblr.

I could hear them talking something along the line of Drinks, Food, Strippers, which I shot down, and more drinks. I giggled as Brendon grabbed me by my waist and threw me over his shoulder saying, "What else do we need for the party? Hu? What else do you youngsters do?" He tickled me and I laughed saying, "I don't know. I don't fit in with the youngsters that party."

"Oh, then I don't need you. Brandon toss her out," Spencer said. Brendon took me to the door and put me outside. "Sorry, planning top secret." I put my hand to my heart and said sarcastically, " Why, I feel offended. " I turned on my heels and made my way through the halls. "Adiós peasants!" "Bye, Cora."

I felt butterflies swarm in me as Panic! finished their set. Patrick kissed my head and said, "Alright, I have to go, see you after the show. " I smiled and said, "Alright, bye dad."

Once they went onstage, I meet up with New Politics. "Hey Penguins, how are you?" I said steping into the dresser. David had a girl pinned up against the door, kissing her roughly. I akwardly closed the door and stood outside. After a few moments the door opened, and out came the girl giving me an akward smile. I nodded at her, and entered the room again. "So . . .  have a nice make out session?" I asked quietly. I wasn't sure how to react in this situation, should i tease him? Or be angry I had to watch a heated up make out session? Should I be happy that he has a girl? Or was it just a random hook up? I never watched someone make out, or at least in real life.

I blushed when he looked me right in the eye. "Are you jealous, Cora?" My eyes widened as I looked at him, blushing furiously. "WHAT? No. Why would I be jealous, I just feel akward for walking in on you two." David laughed. "Aw, someone has a crush." I put my hand to my chest and said, "Who told you? It was Louis, wasn't it? That snitch!" I said jokingly. "Yeah, he told me all the dets about your little crush." I smiled with a smirk and said, "Now this is the part where we confess our undying love and shit."He lauhed as Louis entered. "Louis, you snitch, you told him about the crush I have on him!" I said glaring daggers at him, all to make Daivd laugh harder. "What you have a crush on him?" We both straightened up and said, "No, it was just a joke." His panicked looked faded and said, "Right. Okay, where is Soren?"

"I don't know, we'll go look for him," he said putting a hand on my back, leading me ouyside. As we walked down the halls he leaned in closely and whispered, "It is a joke, right?" "Of course," I said. He smiked and said, "Cool. It would have been bad if it was true." I nodded. We found Soren. I snuck up from behind and put my arms around his neck. I jumped on his back, and he grabbed my legs in panic, not wanting me to fall. "Hey, it's great that you wanna talk to fans. Liie hell yeah, but we need to finish the ballons." He smiled and said, "Right." I jumped off and walked back to David, who was also chatting away with fans. "I'm fanless," I said to myself and then fanned myself with my hands and said to myself, "Not the kind of fan I wanted, but it'll do."

Once they finished, we went back in and started filling up the water ballons. Louis kept fooling around. "Dude, keep that water ballon away from me or so help me I will end you." He laughed and sprayed me with a little bit of water. "Okay, Soren get me my knife!" I grabbed some water into my hands and threw it at him. "Okay! Enough you two!" David said getting in between us. "She started it,"he muttered. "I have a knife, Louis, do not mess with me!" He laughed and splashed me with more water. I sighed in defeat and filled the next waterballon.

Soon, Panic! came into the room. "Hey you guys ready? The manager says we can do it now." I grabbed the small bucket I was to carry, and Louis grabbed another, while Dallon grabbed the last one. We walked like badasses down the halls to the backstage. I could hear Pete talking about coming back, and how they were grateful and stuff. "Alright, on the count of three?" Brendon said showing three fingers, then two, and one.

We ran onstage, the guys looking confused at us. I threw the first ballon, hitting Pete straight in the face. Dallon threw some, and so did Louis as well as everyone else. Pete immediately ran to me, taking some of my ballons with my protests. Andy got out from beind the drum set, and to Dallon and took some from him. I threw one at Patrick, and he just looked shocked. Joe decided to hide behind Patrick, using him as a human shield. Patrick laughed, trying to cover his face, as I tried to throw one at Joe, but ended up hitting my dad on the left hip. Someone took my bucket from me, and I turned to see Andy pressing a waterballon on my head, breaking it on me. I shrieked, and tried to grab the bucket, but he held it up high.

I ran back to Brendon, hiding behind him. Andy followed me, throwing the ballons at everyone who was in his way. I grabbed one from Louis's bucket and threw it at Andy, grabbing another and throwing it at Patrick. Pete was like a freaking soldier, he dodged them and managed to take them from us. Soon, we realized we were out of water ballons. Pete laughed, rubbing water off of him, and said on the microphone, "Well, um, that was unplanned. So, give it up for Panic! at the Disco and New Politics!  Oh yeah, and Cora." I laughed bowing, and went off of stage.

I highfived Soren, and Spencer threw his fist in the air in victory. I laughed and said, "Alright, ima go shower guys." I walked away as they celebrated their victory. I went to Patrick's dressing room and got in the shower provided by the venue, after touring through diffrent states I thanked God that some venue's had showers. I wrapped a towel around me once I was done, and got out. The guys were siting on the couch all wet, and I closed the door and changed in the bathroom instead.

Once I got out I was wearing faded jeans and a blue t-shirt. The guys stared at me, almost glaring but not quite, and I smiled. "Sooo, how'd you like the prank?" I asked sitting on the small table in front of them. "It's pretty good for a beginner," Andy said, and I nodded. Patrick stood up slightly saying, "I'm gonna go take a -" Something was shoved onto my face. I felt a warm and fluff on me and then I realized that I was pranked.

When I could see again, I saw the guys laughing their asses off and a pie on Patrick's hand. "Oh, you son a bitch," I said wiping the pie off of my face. "You just got pranked," Pete said. "Yeah," I said licking my fingers. "I realize that." I eyed the pie. "Can I have the rest of the pie?" I took the pie and grabbed a handful, stuffing it in my face. "Aw, Cora, get a plate or something," Patrick said as he cringed watching me eat the pie. "No, I am making the most out of the prank. Oh, I like this."

Andy reached out a hand trying to take the pie, "Okay, you can have some." We shared the pie as everyone else showered. "This is really good, where'd you guys get it?" I asked. "I don't know, a fan brought it." "Wow, we should thank them." "We should."

Patrick came out of the shower, highfiving me, and sat down looking through a magazine. We soon had to leave, and we were on the bus again. Not to sleep though, we were supposed to grab our things and we off. The bus only had a few food for us to eat, and our stuff. I packed all my clothes, grabbed a box full of ky books and comics, and put it in the car with Patrick. Tyson was in a cage, and we had to give him a whole lot of vaccines the day before.  I hugged Andy and said, "Bye. See you later. " He hugged back and he got in the car with Joe, and I waved to Joe saying "Goodbye, Joe." He waved back smiling and drove off. Pete had his car parked next to ours, and I got into the car. "Adiós, Pete."

We drove to the airport, playing Patrick's disc. I laid my head back on the seat. We stopped at the front of the airport. "Patrick?" "Yeah?" "You ready for Mexico?"

AUTHORS NOTE:
ALRIGHT I AM SO SO SORRY I TOOK ME LIKE A MONTH TO UPDATE I AM SO SORRY I TRIED TO MAKE THIS CHAPTER LONG FOR YOU GUYS, LIKE IM NOT EVEN SURE IF ANYONE IS EVEN READING THIS SINCE ITS BEEN LIKE A MONTH, BUT IF YOU ARE THANK YOU. OH AND FALL OUT BOY IS RELEASING A NEW SINGLE! YAY! AND NOW THERES GONNA BE THREE NEW BABIES, JOE'S, PETE'S, AND PATRICK'S! WOW.
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