Chapter 32- The Nicest Kids In Town

Patrick slid his key in the door of their house. As soon as he opened the door, Micah shot through and into the living room. Cara laughed as Micah came out of his room with Spider-man in arm. Patrick flopped down on the couch, watching his son; his smile had not left his face since he heard the jury's verdict.

"So, what do you want for supper, Micah?" Patrick asked as Cara sat down beside him.

"Yeah, sweetie. Anything you want, we'll have it," Cara said, curling up next to Patrick, watching the boy on the floor.

Micah sat up quickly, eyes wide, "Birthday cake?"

Patrick and Cara burst out laughing at the boy, "That's sound good," Cara said, going to the cabinets in the kitchen, reaching for a box of cake mix.

Patrick joined Cara and Micah in the kitchen and together they made the cake. They laughed and joked around the table. Patrick mixed the batter and poured it in the pan. Cara preheated the oven as Micah sat on a kitchen barstool with his Spider-Man sitting in the one next to him. Twenty minutes later, the oven bell went off, and the cake was done. Patrick sat the cake on the stove to cool off as Cara searched the cabinets for icing. Micah shouted out his need for sprinkles and Patrick went to looking for them. When the cake was cool enough, Cara took a spatula and began spreading icing over the cake in a thick layer. Cara wiped icing on Micah's nose, and they laughed at him trying to lick it off with his tongue. Patrick poured milk into three glasses and they sat around the table eating and drinking. Soon, everyone was yawning and it was time for bed for a little one.

"Well, it's been a long day, and we should get in bed," Patrick said, clearing the plates into the sink. Micah frowned at his father.

"But, I'm not sleepy," Micah said through a yawn.

"I can see that," Patrick smirked.

Twenty minutes later, they had Micah tucked in. Cara crawled under the covers, cuddling up next to Patrick. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he sighed.

"It feels good doesn't it?" she said, smiling into his chest, watching the ring on her finger sparkle in the moonlight.

"What does? Getting married or having Micah back?"

"Both," she whispered. The door creaked softly and the couple looked to the hallway seeing a pajama-clad boy standing there.

"Micah, what are you doing up squirt?" Patrick said, sitting up to look at his son.

"I can't sleep" he pouted, "Can I sleep you and Cara?"

Cara turned soft eyes to Patrick. He looked at her with a soft smile. Cara looked back at Micah.

"C'mon, sweetie," Cara said, scooting over so Micah could get in between the two.

Micah ran and jumped in between Cara and Patrick. He snuggled under the covers and was instantly asleep. Cara looked over his head to Patrick, who was watching his son sleep. Cara smiled to herself, thinking that there were many nights like this she was going to enjoy. Laying her head down, she fell asleep to the sound of Micah's heaving breathing.

oo

"Pete, your parents are down stairs!" Leila giggled at Pete's forwardness; he hadn't taken his lips off her neck since she closed the door to their room.

The whole day, he had barely taken his eyes off her. Leila caught him staring many times that day, and would throw him a look of amusement. During the hearing, he had his hand on her knee, rubbing it; the bad thing was it tickled her. She had to keep moving it away, or she would have laughed in the courtroom. On the car ride home, Pete and Leila had sat in the back of Andrew's car with him and Casie up front. Pete had Leila pressed up against her door, sitting as close as he could without being in her lap with his nose in her hair. It only encouraged him when Andrew started teasing him about it while Casie giggled up front. His hands massaging her inner thigh drove her crazy in the car, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Pete knew he was making her hot, and he never relented. And here they were now, in their room at the Wentz's. Both parents' were directly below them, and it was just now getting dark.

Pete pulled back a little to stare in her eyes, "So?" he smiled.

"So, they could come up here at any minute! Your mom is making dinner!" she said, trying to stop his kisses, but seeing that she enjoyed it, she wasn't trying very hard. Pete's hands left her body long enough to take his shirt off.

"The door's locked right?" Leila nodded, "Well, then, they can wait ten minutes."

Leila's eyes flashed, "Ten minutes? Well, that's twice as long as normal… Have you been practicing?"

"Shut up," he said in a husky voice as he pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the floor.

Feeling his hands on her bare skin sent shivers down her spine. She gave up trying to fend him off, and joined him. She felt him dig his fingers under her bra snaps on her back, slowly parting each one. Grabbing hold of the bra in the middle dip between her chest, he tossed it to the floor, beside her shirt. He shoved her back into the pillows, her hair fanning out around her head. His lips connected with her neck again, sucking hard on her skin.

As his hands found her jean button, the door knob jiggled and the door flew open. With one hand, Leila pushed Pete off her, and with the other she grabbed a pillow from behind her, covering her chest. Pete, who was pushed off the bed, stood up to see his father, stunned, standing in the door way. Pete looked from his father to Leila, who was clutching the pillow tight to her chest; her face was redder than a tomato and her eyes were wide, staring at anything but Mr. Wentz. Pete walked around the bed and picked up Leila's bra and shirt, handing them back to her. Leila just sat there, stunned, staring at her bra lying out in front of Pete's father.

Mr. Wentz looked as though he was trying to fight a smirk, looking from a mortified Leila to a stunned Pete.

"Your mother says dinners ready, Pete," he said quickly, trying to exit the room. Before he closed the door, he popped his head back in, "But clothing would be appreciated," and with that he closed the door.

Pete looked to Leila who was hiding her red face in her pillow. He bent down and picked up his shirt and crossed the room to lock the door.

"I thought you said you locked the door," he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Leila put her clothes back on.

"I could have sworn I did," Leila said in a small voice. "I hate that we have no privacy here."

Pete looked up at her with hurt eyes, and Leila tried to reverse the damage, "Not that I don't love being here, I do… It's just, we," she said, placing a hand on his knee, "have no privacy to be… 'together'."

"I know, but let's not talk about that now… we need to get down there before dad blabs the whole thing."

oo

The next day, Leila was sitting with Pete, Andrew and Casie at a small café. Pete had told Andrew what had happened, and asked him not to mention it to Leila. But somehow, Leila knew that both Casie and Andrew knew about the events, because of the looks she was being thrown. It only made her keep her mouth shut and remain silent. Casie realized she wasn't having fun with it, and let up and kicked Andrew's foot. Andrew yelped and looked to Casie. After a murderous glare, he quit, and they enjoyed their lunch.

As they were walking around the city, just enjoying the nice, chilly day out, a sign caught Leila's eyes.

"Oh my gosh, ya'll! Look!" Leila said excitedly. Pete smirked at Leila's country accent for a second before reading the sign.

It's Hairspray! In town for the month, it's Corny, Link, Tracy and the gang!

"We should so go and see it!" Leila exclaimed, looking between the three of them.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing it on Broadway," Casie said, looking at Andrew.

"I'm game if Pete is," he said, linking arms with Casie. The all looked to Pete for his answer.

Pete shrugged his shoulders, "I don't care…. Let's go see it."

Leila and Casie squealed. Andrew was about to say something when his cell phone went off. Casie looked away in annoyance, knowing his phone call was business. Leila frowned for her friend. She had been listening to Casie complain about how much Andrew was working lately, and that he was never at the house. She knew Casie hated being there by herself. It wasn't properly hers and she just felt awkward when Andrew wasn't home. Just then, an idea popped into her head. She thought it best to wait until she was alone with Casie before telling her. Andrew hung up his phone, and looked sadly at Casie.

"I have to go, Cas," he said, kissing her cheek, "Leila, do you mind me stealing Pete away from you for the day?"

Leila smiled, and shook her head, "By all means… take him off my hands!"

Pete threw her a look of hurt, pouting his bottom lip out. Leila kissed his pouty lip softly and pushed him off towards his brother. After the boys were out of sight, the girls walked on down the street. They spotted a small coffee shop and decided to escape the cold. Once inside, they found a secluded table in the back. Leila watched as Casie quietly sipped on her coffee. Leila looked on sadly, and tried to cheer her up.

"I was so embarrassed last night when Pete's dad walked in on us," Leila said trying to change the subject. Casie looked up and smiled softly.

"I bet you were," Casie spoke.

"I mean, I love being there, I just want privacy!" Leila vented to Casie. Leila was building up to presenting Casie with her idea.

"I know. You could always come over to Andrew's place. He's hardly ever there anymore. I'm always there by myself, and I hate it. It's not really my place, and it's so small," Casie said, exasperated.

"Well, why don't we do something about it?" Leila smiled.

Casie looked at her, confused, "Like what?"

"Get our own apartment!" Leila practically screamed at her. Casie's mouth fell open. "Now listen to me. I have no privacy at Pete's, and you're lonely and cramped at Andrew's, and wouldn't it be fun to be roomies! Oh, please think about!"

Casie listened to Leila as she went over the pros and cons multiple times. By the time Casie finished her coffee, she could think of no reason not to move in with Leila. It would take her mind off how much Andrew worked away form her, and she could spend more time with Leila. They didn't get to see each other much these days.

"I think that it will be fun to get a place together," Casie said finally. Leila squealed and ran to her friend, hugging her.

"Now, let's go see Cara. Let's hope she still has some of those apartments' brochures."

oo

Pete had gotten them all tickets for Hairspray the next day. As the sun was going down, the foursome was heading out for dinner and Broadway. During dinner, the girls told their boys of the apartment idea. They weren't exactly thrilled.

"I'm sure if we talk to my parents', we could work something out," Pete reasoned.

"But I don't want to work anything out with them. It's their house and their rules, and I respect that, I just don't want to follow them all the time and it would be disrespectful to ask them to change for me," Leila spoke, laying her hand on top of Pete's. Pete knew she was right, and didn't feel like arguing with her.

Andrew on the other hand, had a different argument.

"We have a place to ourselves. Why would you want to move?" he said, hurt tracing his words.

Casie bit her lip, "It's small, and I don't feel like I have much say in it. It's nothing to do with you. You've made me feel extremely welcome; it's just that… it's more for a single person. Not meant for a couple," she explained, staying away from the part where he's never there. "And Leila and I don't get to see each other as often as we used too."

"Well, if it's what you girls really want, I'm fine with it. How 'bout you Andrew?" Pete said. Andrew just shrugged and smiled at Casie. With that settled, they finished eating and went to the theater.

People were rushing around, trying to find their seats. Pete handed the usher their tickets, and he directed them towards the front.

"Wow, these are great seats," Leila said, kissing Pete's cheek.

"Don't thank me, Andrew got them," Pete said. "I just picked them up."

Casie followed Leila and kissed Andrew's cheek, "That's sweet of you."

"No prob—" Andrew began, but reached for his phone. Casie's brow furrowed as she looked at Andrew.

"I'm so sorry you guys, but its work," he said, getting up from his seat.

"But, couldn't it wait?" Casie pleaded gesturing towards the stage as the lights dimmed.

"No, I'm sorry," he said, kissing her softly. "I'll see you when you get home."

Casie huffed and slumped her in seat as the curtain came up. Leila noticed that Casie took out her phone and texted someone; she was sure it was Cara. Leila turned sympathetic eyes to Pete. He had the same look as she did, but neither could say anything, as the music began to play.

"Oh oh oh, woke up today, feeling the way, I always do. Oh oh oh, hungry for something that I can't eat, then I hear that beat…" the actress playing Tracy Turnblad sang to the crowd. People began cheering and some people were even singing along. Leila smiled and hooked her arm in the crook of Pete's. She watched along until something caught her eye.

"Hey there teenage Baltimore! Don't change that channel, 'cause it's time for the Corny Collins Show! Brought to you by UltraClutch Hairspray!"

Leila gasped as she realized she knew who the actor playing Corny Collins. She leaned over to Casie and whispered in her ear. Casie looked to the man dancing around, surrounded by kids.

"You'll never see them frown, 'cause their the nicest kids in town!"

Casie's eyes widen, turning her head to smile back at Leila. Leila reached for her program and searched for Corny Collins. She laughed softly as she saw the name "Matt McCoy". She had lived with him and Cara when she went to college. She hadn't seen him since he left for the north. She looked back to the stage, watching her old friend sing and dance around. She made a mental note to find him after the show and talk to him.

Before they knew it, it was nearly over and the whole cast seemed to be on the stage for the last number.

"'Cause tomorrow is a brand new day, and it don't know white from black! 'Cause the world keeps spinning 'round and 'round, and my heart's keeping time to the speed of sound, I was lost till I heard the drums, then I found my way… 'Cause you can't stop the beat!"

The song ended and the curtain closed, then reopened and the cast took their bows and left the stage. Leila jump from her seat and left the building, heading for the backstage exit. She strained her eyes for Matt, with Casie right behind her. Pete was following close behind her.

"Leila?" someone said, and Leila turned to see Chris Weatherly.
Leila yelped and ran to hug him.

"Oh my gosh! Chris! It's been forever," she said, hugging him tight. Casie laughed and hugged Chris when Leila let go of him.

"What are you guys doing in Chicago?" he asked, looking between them.

"I guess we live here now," Leila said, looking at Casie and laughing.

"Yeah, Leila saw a sign advertising this, and we decided to come see a show," Casie said.

"Hey Chris," Matt said, coming up behind him, hugging him around his waist.

"Matt!" Leila and Casie screamed, and jumped at him. Matt was taken aback, but soon laughed and hugged them.

"Oh my gosh! You guys!" he said, his blue eyes sparkling. They talked about the girls living in Chicago, and Leila felt Pete brush up behind her.

"Oh, I'm sorry babe," Leila said, turning around to take Pete's hand, pulling him to her side. "This is my boyfriend, Pete Wentz."

Chris and Matt exchanged glances and laughed. Leila threw them a smirk.

"Shut up ya'll. Pete, this is Matt. I lived with him in college, and this is his boyfriend, Chris."

"I'm not your friend, after all these years?" Chris exclaimed loudly.

Leila laughed and wrapped an arm around his waist, "And my ex-boo."

Matt, Casie and Chris burst out laughing and Pete smiled at them, shaking their hands.

"So, how's Cara? We hear that she's dating Patrick Stump now?" Matt said, looking from Leila to Pete.

"More than dating actually. They are engaged!" Leila exclaimed, and Matt gasped.

"No way! Does she live here too?" he asked, hoping she did.

"Actually, yes. They got a house together. Her, Patrick and Micah," Leila told them.

"Who's Micah?" Chris asked, confused.

"Patrick's son. And Cara's going to sign adoption papers when they get married on the first," Casie informed them. Their jaws fell open at the word "son".

"Wow. It's like 'Insta-Family'. Just add water," Chris said, making the group laugh.

"Do you think she's asleep?" Matt asked, "I want to see her."

"I was going to go there and spend the night, so I'm sure she's still up," Casie said, and Leila looked to her.

"What about Andrew?" Leila asked, remembering he said that he would see her when he got home.

"What about him? He'll be fine without me," Casie said bitterly.

"Well… who's Andrew?" Matt asked, meeting Casie's eyes.

"My twin brother," Pete began, and Casie finished, "And my boyfriend."

Again, Matt and Chris shared glances and laughter.

"What?" Leila and Casie asked at the same time.

"You girls share everything!" Matt said, making the girls laugh hard.

"Well, take us to Miss Cara and her family!" Chris exclaimed.

And they all headed back to the street and to the parking deck. Once the found Matt's car, they parted ways. Casie went with the boys and Leila and Pete went off to find their own car, promising to see them at Cara's. Once inside the car, Pete turned to Leila.

"What were they laughing at the first time, when you introduced me?" he asked, pulling out of the parking deck and onto the street.

Leila thought about it for a minute before turning a light shade of pink and laughing.

"They were laughing at the fact that you are my boyfriend. And that's not how it sounds. When I lived with Matt, I was… how do we say it, 'obsessed' with you and Fall Out Boy. And I hated Ashlee, and every chance I got, I was making fun of her. I used to play around and say that I was going to meet you and marry you, and get rid of Ashlee," Leila rambled, realizing how much of her old pretending had come true.

oo

"Is he asleep?" Cara asked, putting the dinner dishes in the sink.

"Yeah, what time is Casie getting here?" Patrick said, joining her in clearing the table.

"I'm not sure; she called me a while ago, saying she had a surprise for me… She sounded really happy."

"Well, that's good. I just hope the things between her and Andrew get better soon. The holiday season is always the busiest time for Andrew," Patrick said.

He reached to place a dish in the cabinet when there was a knock at the door. He watched as Cara walked to the door. Patrick the door squeak open and Cara scream out. Setting the plate down, he whipped around to see a tall, dark headed man hugging Cara. He looked behind them to see Pete, Casie, Leila and another man he didn't know. He slowly walked up behind Cara, smiling at the group.

"Cara!" Matt screamed at the same time Cara screamed out "Matt!"

-note from the author-

I hope you enjoyed it! I'm sorry it took me so long! I'm starting another story about vampires, but I promise not to abandon this one!