Do not own Fallout Boy.

Time skip to the airport!

" You sure you don't want to call anybody to stay with you?"

" Pete, if you ask me that one more time, I'm not gonna hesitate."

" To what?"

"CASTRATING YOU!"

" Eep. You've used that one a bit too much, Ally."

" I agree." said a voice behind me, which of course, turned out to be the entire rest of the band. " We missed your birthday!"

" Only because I didn't tell you when it was." I smiled. Patrick, Joe and Andy have been picking at both me and Pete to find out when my birthday was, but thankfully, Pete kept it secret. It's March 18th just so you know.

" But seriously, whenever you're with us, you've used the word 'Castrate' way too many times"

" It's my only plausible threat guys." I said, hugging them all.

" Guys, if we don't get on that plane soon,we will miss it!" Everyone, even the crew, scrambled for the gate, except for Pete. Pete looked like he was about to cry.

" Pete...." His eyes got bigger as it developed to a full-on puppy-pout.

" Pete, you have to go on the plane. Please?"

" Please come with us."

" Pete!"

" We have room! And you can go shopping when we get there! And we're taking Hemmingway with us! Won't you be lonely?"

" Pete! Look, can you just call me when you get there? I have an appointment."

" Will you miss me?" Aw! I hugged him on the neck after he said that.

" Of course! But not if you're still here!" I pressed my lips against his, smiling slightly as I felt the infamous tingle in my lips.

" Now go and kick ass for me!" I gave his hat a tap and waved goodbye as he ran towards the plane, still looking sad. Hell, I'm gonna miss him! Now I'm crying! Dammit, I knew I shouldn't wore eyeliner here. I hope he doesn't think I enjoy him being gone. I smiled and waved once more as he looked over by the lobby window. He hates to see me cry, damned hormones, why can't you listen? He waved back with a sorrowful look and took out his phone. I got text saying, ' don't cry. :( I luv u, ill be back soon.' I glanced up and blew a kiss, then walked back to the car. Wow, I really would be alone.... until Thanksgiving or Christmas, and plus, eveyone is gone to college.

" I'm gonna be lonely...." I said as I turned on the car. My poor old Cr-V had been sold, and Pete kept buying me antiques! Now I had at least 3 priceless vehicles hidden along my yard. He spoils me to no end, I tell you! Every birthday, actually, ANY holiday that involves gift-giving, he splurges on me! I just know he's gonna spoli our child like that. Which remindes me, Auntie Rosa and Mary are already pressuring me for my belly to swell already. They actually think that I would look cute with a baby-belly. I've just realized, Pete would be back after the first 2 months, meaning my baby-belly would show! Oh, he's gonna be happy! Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if we got married.....

That would be amazing! Oh yeah, Patrick and Mary are a thing now, sorta. They're taking things 'slow'. Since Mary is going to a state university, it's a bit easier for her and Patrick to see each other. They're so adorable! Wait, did I leave the light on when we left? Ah shit, some dumbass burglar broke in! How did the alarm not trip? The door swung open, and before I knew it, I was pulled into a hug. " WHAT THE FUCK?!"

" Alice, it's me!"

" Mitchell?!" I pushed back from the bear hug, to see the ever-familiar big brown eyes staring back into mine. " MITCHELL!" I could only scream as his arms held mine down. He dragged me into the house and plopped me down on the couch. " Mitchell, how in the hell did you get here?! And without a scratch on you?!" He could have given me some long and complicated story but instead, " My crew found me 5 days ago. I'm sorry I didn't call, but I wanted to suprise you."

" Ok, it's fine!" For once, it wasn't the hormones that made me cry. " Uhm, Alice? I'm fucking starving!" I burst out laughing. " They not feed you in the Navy?" I bounced up, feeling incredibly lucky that I bought a thing of steaks, with all the works. " Mitch, you still want the works?" He got up and moved to the kitchen table. " Yeah, but where are your manners, not telling me about whats been going on since I left? C'mon! I want details!"

" I dunno if you'll like some of it....." He leaned over in anticipation. " Well, everything was fine until about a year ago. Then everything was perfect. I was going to this fallout Boy concert, right? We get to Chicago, I go to get Starbucks, and guess who's there?"

" Who?"

" Pete Wentz is who!"

" Holy crap!"

" I know! We flirted, he gave me his number, I gave him mine, and well, to sum it up, Pete's my boyfriend, and........Dad disowned me because I'm pregnant." I braced the kitchen counter for a outburst, but got a hug.

" Ally, you're pregnant?"

" Uh-huh......"

" How?"

" Oh gee, maybe a lack of condoms?"

" Alice! Dad was going to give you his whole fortune in the will! You know I'm left out cause of the Navy. What's gonna happen to the money?"

" It can burn in Hell along with him!" I slammed the frozen steak onto the pan.

" Do you want the money to go to Mom?"

" No! And don't you dare lecture me about how I got pregnant, I'm perfectly capable of having a baby dammit!"

" You need to somehow convince Dad to get you back."

" Technically, I disowned him first. And I don't need to do anything of the have plenty of money, and you can claim the money when he dies. We don't need his damn money, or his consent! I'm sick and tired of being the good little Catholic girl that never does anything wrong and always relies on her Daddy! Mitchell, I know your my brother, but don't try to take over, okay? I can take care of myself. I have been since I was 11 years old."

" Well, what kind of job do you have?"

" I quit working as a live mannequin at Roxies." Mitchell seemed to ponder this for a long time before he finally stood up and pulled out a card from his pocket.

" This is for after you have the baby, and when you get your figure back." I took the card and read it. " Auditions for Cocktail Bunny for the up-and-coming Playboy Club in Los Angeles, California." Fucking Sweet.