Most people would say that you were rich, and maybe that was true. You didn't know how much money you had, but it was more than people commonly have.

How did you end up with all this money?

Apparently you had an uncle somewhere, and, though you had never met him, he put you as the sole inheritor.

And that man was loaded.

He had a huge mansion in Malibu, and around five sports cars, which you had also inherited. Sure, your parents and friends were a little jealous, but at least you would be able to be successful when you got out of high school. Besides, one of your friends always stuck around.

Andy Hurley.

You had been good friends since around 3rd grade, and, despite that you were now considered rich, you were still close, if not closer than before. He sat with you every day at lunch, and always talked the entire time, forgetting to eat your food. He had friends, but you hadn't met them, and you were pretty sure they didn't know that you existed. But at least you had Andy to yourself. Your conversations were sometimes very deep and personal, and you couldn't imagine talking to him in front of anyone else.

As it came to the end of high school, you began seeing Andy less and less, and once you graduated, you completely lost contact with him.

After a few years, you had honestly forgotten about your friend.

You were now a record producer, with your own record company and everything. You had signed a ton of singers, who were so far very successful. Things had really been going well over the past few years, and you really didn't have time to stop and think about the past; You were only thinking about the future.

It was another busy day like most, and you had another band to interview. You had already listened to a couple of the band's songs, and you were sure you were going to sign them. On the way to the cafe where you had said you'd meet, you turned on some of their music, and smiled.

They really were good.

When you got to the cafe, you parked your car outside, and when you got out, a ton of people Started taking photos.

Of course, you were used to this; You were the most successful record producer in the city.

You made your way into the cafe, and when you stepped in, everyone's eyes were on you. And then, you turned your head to see someone that you never thought you'd see.

"Andy Hurley?"

"Y/N?"

"Oh my goodness!" You Exclaimed, running over And smothering him in a hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Were here to get signed." The guy next to Andy, whom you recognized as his friend, Pete, said.

"You guys are Fall Out Boy!" You Said. "Of course, you told me in high school!"

Now the people in the cafe looked like they were fearing for their lives, because you had never made a big deal of yourself in public, and you definitely never got this excited.

You hugged Andy again.

"I missed you." He said.

"How are you?" You Asked.

"I'm okay." He said, pulling away and looking you over. He smiled. "You're so beautiful."

You blushed. "Um...thank you." You Said. "You're...very handsome. You haven't changed much."

"Awww." Pete Said. "They're cute together."

"Yeah, how come we never knew she existed?" Joe Asked.

"Well...I guess our friendship was a little secret.." Andy Said.

"A little?" Patrick Asked.

You laughed. "I wish I had met them sooner." You Said. "You guys are cool."

"So...do you think you'll help us?" Andy Asked.

You bit your lip. "I don't think so."

"What?" They all Asked.

You laughed. "I'm kidding." You Said. "Of course I'll help you!"

The whole band cheered, and Andy gave you another hug.

"You better not lose touch again, okay?" He asked.

"I promise, I'll never let that happen again." You Said. "FOB is gonna go far, I can feel it."

Pete came over and wrapped his arms around both of your shoulders.

"Now, why don't we get some coffee?" He asked. "On Y/N, of course."