Team Starkid broke up a little over 5 months ago . After a rather nasty fight, the members rarely speak to each other. After living with his parents the past few months, Brian Holden learns something about his mom- she's dying. He's suddenly afraid he won't be able to give her the one thing she always looked forward to- his wedding. This is what happens when an old friend volunteers to help solve his problem, and how they fall in love on the journey while trying to bring the group back together 3 (Completely AU after Starship)I have never met Team Starkid. I love them all and this is just fiction, none of it is true.

Brian's POV

I'm not quite sure how it happened. All I knew is one day my friends and I were celebrating the last show of Starship, and just a month later we were all going our separate ways, most too mad to talk to one another. Not knowing what to do, I went to the one city I haven't been yet- New York.

Now, let me tell you something. When you are living by yourself in a gigantic city with no friends, you get very scared. I had no idea where my life was going now or what would happen to any of us. All I knew is that I was living in an apartment with a 30-something year old I never met before, and was delivering pizza for Papa John's. I liked to pretend I was Peter Parker, riding my bike through the Manhattan streets with pizzas on my back. Sometimes that helped me ease my loneliness. Sometimes.

The day this story starts was a week before my 26th birthday. It had been almost 5 months since Team Starkid had last spoken, save a few awkward texts or phone calls here and there, and about 4 months since I moved to NYC. It began as a normal day, with the usual wake up call.

"OH MY GOD YOU DOUCHEBAG! YOU LOST MY MONEY! HOW COULD YOU? SERIOUSLY?! …Yeah..Yeah, so by Wednesday? 'Kay, but if you don't I swear I'm gon- HEY! Dammit Lauren! Why'd you hang up?!" My lovely 35 year old roommate, Don Griggton, was making another one of his lovely business calls at 7 am. I never really tried to figure out what he did for a living; I spent most of my time trying t convince myself I wasn't boarding with a mobster.

So with that yelling match, I got out of bed as usual, not quite sure why my mouth tasted like Redvines. I put on my red Papa John's shirt and visor, my eyes still fighting to close again and go back to that peaceful sleepland. My dream had been so nice. I was back in Ann Arbor, sitting at a table in a bar I used to go to with my friends. Next to me were Nick Lang, Matt Lang, and our friend Johnny. We were watching Darren Criss serenade us, until Elona Finlay and a blonde Lauren Lopez came out and starting a singing battle with Boy Toy. I don't exactly remember who won, but whoever did got to sit on Nick's lap and complimented him on his "Nice Legs".

Today I had the Lunch Shift. Despite the Lunch crowd not calling until eleven the earliest, my boss wanted us in there around eight. Which meant, with my travelling from my dingy Brooklyn Apartment to the busy Manhattan streets, I would have to leave by 7:30.

"Brian, I call delivery today!" My coworker and friend, Ember, practically shouted with joy when I arrived at work. I groaned to myself. No one wanted to be stuck making the pizzas during Lunch Shift.

Getting the ingredients out of the freezer in the back, I began to prepare pizzas. Some people might say, "Wow! You know how to make a pizza? Papa John's tastes delicious! It sounds like an awesome job!" Well, no, it wasn't awesome. In fact, it was far from it. Who wants to stand around 6 hours a day making $7.75 an hour for making endless pizza after pizza? And then there were those people who wanted all the fancy stuff, "extra cheese, extra olives, pepperoni on only half on it with thin crust!". I know that the next time I order pizza, I'll just get a plan old normal cheese one. All the extra stuff is hard to do right!

Around 11, right when the first costumer trickled in, something happened. I got a phone call. Though, of course, I was dealing with an order, so I couldn't answer. But about a minute after the ringing stopped, it started again. Apparently someone really wanted to talk to me. After the third or fourth time the manager started getting annoyed, so he made me turn it off. Before long, what we liked to call the "Lunch Rush" happened around 12:30 and the phone calls were pushed out of my mind… Until work ended.

The one good thing about the Lunch Shift meant I had the afternoon off. Instead of going back to my crappy, cramped apartment, I decided to go to a park I heard Don talking about. I sat on a bench staring out at a small lake, and I couldn't help but smile. The park was so different than the Brooklyn I knew of. It was beautiful. If I closed my eyes, I could almost pretend I was back in one of the Chicago parks…..

I took out my phone, about to call Don to ask about Dinner plans- until I realized it was still off. Turning it on, the screen flashed before my eyes saying: 10 new voicemails. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I played the first one.

"Hey Brian, it's Dad. Listen, son, I have some… bad news. Your mother has breast cancer. Th-The doctor says we might be too late. If we are, sh-she has a l-l-little over a year. Please call me."

Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. During that 30 seconds, a weight seemed to have landed on my chest. My mom might die. She was dying. My mind was moving at a mile per minute, thinking of everything my mom did for me and what I did in return. It was almost pitiful how little I ever did for her. I just remember her always saying one thing while I was growing up, "Oh Bri- I can't wait to dance with you at your wedding! You will be the perfect groom!"

That's what she always wanted most- to see me get married. But how was I supposed to get married when I haven't had a girlfriend in 5 months and my mother might only have 12? Then I heard her.

"Brian?"

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