Patrick POV:

The words came out of my mouth before I could even think.

"I'm sorry what?" Gina asked me.

"I'm going to adopt Jenna. Tomorrow." I ran on. I wasn't even trying to deny what I'd said.

Jenna looked pale. Gina just stared at me.

"Your gonna raise a 15 year-old all by yourself?"

"No, its gonna be me and the guys."

"The four of you?"

"Yep."

She still wasn't convinced.

"If this is some sick joke ir whatever, its not funny."

"I'm not joking, I'm serious." Half of it was true.

I didn't know what I was doing. Everything just came out.

"In case you've forgotten, your a rock band. Who travels. And goes to parties, and drinks, and practically live in tour bus."

"Our tour doesn't start back up until May. We're gonna be at home most of the time."

"You still need papers, like birth certificates, dental records, background checks."

"Have all of those with me." I replied.

They both looked at me.

"I had a divorce a while back, I keep them with me."

"That doesn't make me feel any better about this." Gina crossed her arms.

"Why don't we ask Jenna then." I looked at her for some help.

"I- I think that it might be a good opportunity." she stammered.

"Why don't I take her to go meet the guys, and see what she thinks then." Grabbing her arm, I lead her toward the back area, where the guys were at. They were still sitting where they were.

"Hey Patrick We-" Pete looked at Jenna, then back at me.

"Uh, who's this?" he asked.

Jenna ducked her head down.

"Guys, this is Jenna. She is our new adopted daughter." I fake smiled.

They all looked at me as if I had 3 heads.

"Our new daughter. You said we could raise a kid, so how 'bout it?"

The whole room went silent.

"Jenna, do you mind stepping outside for just a minute?" I asked her.

She nodded, and quickly walked out the room.

"What the hell man?" Joe exclaimed.

"What?!"

"You adopted a kid, and didn't tell us!"

"You said you'd wanted to!" I looked at Andy.

"I was joking."

"Where did you find her anyway? You leave for ten minutes, and end up having a kid." Pete was flipping out.

"She was outside-"

"So you found a random girl outside, she told she was an orphan, and you believed her?!"

"Look, her foster brother was assaulting her, if she goes back there, he's gonna do it again. Her foster mother is outside right now, and I'm trying to convince her that this the best thing for Jenna."

"But its not. Patrick, is this about Elisa? Some sort of payback or something?"

"No! This is me trying to do the right thing." I yelled. This was gonna be harder than I thought.

Jenna's POV:

I sat on the floor outside the room. They were arguing about me, and I couldn't blame them. They probably didn't even know what was going on. I tried not to get my hopes up, but its all I could think about. The possibility of me having a real family. No more jumping around, no more new foster moms, and no more Justin. It all seemed so close, but I had to think realistically about it. They were celebrities. I'm just an orphan. I closed my eyes and started humming. Everytime I felt confused, I would always think back to the first American song I'd ever heard. I didn't know the name or who sang it, but it would always calm my nerves.

"I'm gonna make it bend and break. Say a prayer, but let the good times roll. In case God doesn't show."

I was feeling a bit better.

"And I want these words to make things right; But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life. Who does he think he is? If that's the worst you've got better put your fingers back to the keys.

One night and one more time. Thanks for the memories, Even though they weren't so great He, tastes like you, but sweeter.

One night, yeah, and one more time. Thanks for the memories; Thanks for the memories

See, he, tastes like you, but sweeter."

I was feeling so nostalgic, that I didn't realize I was singing. Or that the guys were watching me. I jumped up, my face was beat red.

"Um, sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you." my voice was small.

"What song was that?" Patrick asked.

"I don't know. It was the first song I heard when I came to America. I don't know the artist though."

"That's our song." a guy with a big black afro said.

"It is?" I asked.

They nodded.

"That's... weird."

"Jenna, we-"

"Its okay, I know what your trying to say." I interrupted.

"You guys obviously don't seem like parent types, and I wasn't looking for parents anyway. Just something that was an option." I tried to put on a brave face, even though I was a bit disappointed.

Better to end now, before it gets worse.

Patrick looked at me, upset.

"Nice seeing you guys, though. Cool meeting celebrities." I turned and walked away.

I tried really hard not to cry.

I found Ms. Lilian again, who was giving to-go bags to Gavin.

"So what do you think?" she asked.

"I'm-"

"She's gonna fit in well with us." I heard behind me. It was the bass player.

The 4 guys stood behind me. Gavin was sputtering shear nonsense. I couldn't help but smile at them. Ms. Lilian looked at me.

"I want to go." I blurted out.

"Alright then, when we get home pack up your things. You'll leave in the morning."

I covered my mouth with my hands. I was being adopted.

Ms. Lilian walked over to the man, arms crossed and unimpressed.

"So your gonna be a father, huh Pete?"

"Yeah. weird, right?"

"Hmm. More like suspicious. See the thing is Pete, I know you. We went to school together. You weren't one for responsibility. Now Jenna thinks it's a great idea to join you guys, don't blame her. She's been all over the system. But I will be checking up on you all in 3 months, and if I don't like what I see, she'll be back in the system, and you will be charged with child neglect." She said sternly.

Pete gulped.

"We'll make sure that doesn't happen." Patrick assured, but he also looked scared.

"I'll see you tomorrow. I need papers from all of you too." she finished, and with that, we left.

Justin was arrested, and was gonna be at the police station until noon, tomorrow. I felt relived when Ms. Lilian told me. The car ride was full of questions. Mostly from the girls. They were all shocked that I was being adopted by fall out boy, and wanted to know how.

"It just- happened." I shrugged.

"Yeah right." Marlene glared at me.

I felt small all over again.

We got out the SUV, and changed for the night. Ms. Lilian put a bandage on my left cheek to heal the scratch. I went to bed that night with a new feeling of hope inside. Sure, they weren't exactly what I expected in a family, but I would have one tomorrow.

I thought about what Neja told me earlier.

When you leave Hardies', you leave with something you'd never forget. She was right.

The sun rose and shined through my window. I squinted my eyes, and looked at the time. 9:45am. I jumped out of bed, and packed my bag. I never fully unpacked, so it was easier to grab my stuff. I put on my navy blue knee- length dress and leggings, and my bracelet. I picked up the luggage, and ran downstairs. There, was Patrick and Pete giving Ms. Lilian the forms she needed. Patrick looked up at me and smiled.

"Hello."

"Hi." I waved.

Ms. Lilian held on to my hand tightly.

"Your all set." she gave me a warm smile. She handed me a piece of paper, and a star locket.

"My number is on the paper if you need me, and the locket is for your pictures."

She turned to Pete and Patrick.

"Which I hope to see many of."

They nodded.

"Thank you." I gave her a hug.

She held on tightly.

"Live your life to the best, k?"

"I will." I looked at the house one last time, and strolled out the door.

A black car sat outside with 2 guys in the front.

"One in the driver's seat is Andy, and the other one is Joe." Patrick pointed.

"Andy. Joe. Got it." I opened the car door,and sat in the backseat.

Patrick sat in the middle, while Pete sat on the other.

It was the longest and awkward car ride of my life. We barely spoke a word about anything. Patrick told me that their house was in California, and would catch a flight this afternoon.

"We have an interview at a radio station at noon. It shouldn't take us too long, so you'll sit outside for the time being." Pete said.

I nodded. I gazed out the window to pass the time, which help tame the awkwardness. By 11:47, we reached the station, and took the elevators up. Joe handed me a lanyard with a laminated card.

"Your pass, so you can move around."

We reached the 26th floor, and there sat blue and green lounge chairs and a coffee stand. I automatically grabbed a cup of black coffee, and sat in a chair.

"Hey guys." a man who looked like he was in his twenties, walked up to greet the band.

"Jim Slash, nice to have ya here." he cheered.

"Good to be here." Pete flashed a smile.

"This interview's gonna be a couple of hours, so if you wanna get started now, that would be great."

"Lets get started then."

They walked into the booth, while I tried to be invisible.

The next 2 hours were pretty slow. I looked out the window at the city. I didn't know how big Chicago looked from this angle. A woman sitting at her desk kept staring at me, and looked away when I noticed.

"I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?" she asked.

"I'm..."

I'm Jenna, the daughter of Fall Out Boy. I wanted to say. But I had to think about them, and their reputation. They would tell people eventually, but in the mean time, I needed to keep my mouth shut.

"I'm just a fan. They wanted to show me the everyday life, that is fall out boy." I lied.

"Interesting." she said, and looked back to her computer.

They were going over 3 hours at this point, but I didn't mind. I busied myself by watching a documentary on Eminem. Ten minutes later, Patrick, Andy, and Joe walked out of the booth.

"Hey, we have to make a few arrangements for you back home, so Pete's gonna drive you to the Airport after he's done." Patrick said.

"Okay."

They took the elevator down, as I waited for Pete. He walked out 2 minutes later, laughing with Jim.

"Thanks for the interview man." He said.

"No problem. Lets do it again some other time." Jim went back into the booth.

"All set to go?" I stood up.

"Um yeah, I gotta talk to someone real quick on the floor, and we'll go."

I shrugged. I followed him to a set of double doors, where he told me to sit. I was a little tired of sitting, but I couldn't tell him that.

"Just take a minute." he said, and disappeared into the room.

I jolted up from my sleep. I dozed off without even knowing. I looked at my watch. It was 6:23. I stood up with a crick in my neck. I knocked on the door.

"Come in." I mans voice said.

I opened the door to see a man in a suite alone.

"May I help you?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Pete Wentz." I asked. He said only a minute.

"Oh, he left an hour ago." the man said, and went on about his business.

It was like the wind was knocked out of me. I was left.