It Started With A Band... (Fall Out Boy Fan Fiction)

Chapter Fifteen - The Kids Aren't Alright

(Cass's Point Of View)

"After three days in the hospital, my life has become so much clearer. I really am just a pathetic little wrench. But, ever since a week ago, the boys have been treating me more carefully, and the girls have been connected at the hip with me. I wonder if this has something to do with my birthday coming up in 5 days. I've been locking myself away from their lives. Hiding out in my room, writing lyrics, waiting for the next day. The next day, hoping that they would realize what they have done by adopting me, hoping that they would save themselves and return me, hoping that I would just curl up and die now. I always wonder, why didn't I just die last week? Why didn't I just die at the orphanage? Why didn't I just die 6 years ago with my parents. Just, why? And now, it's only a matter of time until they find out about my disorders, confirmed or in progress. I'm pretty damn sure that I have every disorder known, and not known, to man. This is not a good sign for me." I wrote. I turned to the next page to see the lyrics that I had wrote a week ago. I continued writing it. What better to do to wait for them to bring me back?

"Stuck in the jet wash,
Bad trip I couldn't get off,
Maybe I bit off more than I could chew,
And overhead of the aqua blue,

Fall to your knees, bring on the rapture,
Blessed be the boys time can't capture,
On film or between the sheets,
I always fall from your window to the pitch black streets."

The feelings that I have been experiencing, expressed through music, who would've thought. I picked up my pen and let it write. All of it, all my feeling, my emotions, flooded out of me like a tsunami onto the paper. Maybe a little too much. I ran into the bathroom and started puking into the toilet.

(Patrick's Point Of View)

"Cass, honey, are you okay?" I echoed through the door. No answer. Just more and more puke. She finally stopped and opened the bathroom door. "You okay?" Joe asked. She gave us a thumbs up. Ruby and Bronx ran to her and wrapped their little arms around her. She was a part of the family now. As soon as the kids had let go of her, they were already dragging her downstairs to play. She didn't refuse. Resilient. Good in a daughter. I like it. They dragged her down and started chasing her through the living room.

I still couldn't get her lyrics out of my head. They were so...perfect. They were just like a professional song. But it was only one verse. I wonder if she had written more. "Hey, guys, I'll be right back. Just checking out Cass's room for the equipment." I called out. Pete nodded and took the guys down to talk to the girls about Cass's birthday. I walked into the room to see the journal siting on the bed. It was opened to the lyrics page. It had been continued. It was, a full song now.

"Stuck in the jet wash
Bad trip I couldn't get off
And maybe I bit off more than I could chew
And overhead of the aqua blue

Fall to your knees bring on the rapture
Blessed be the boys time can't capture
On film or between the sheets
I always fall from your window to the pitch black streets

And with the black banners raised as the crooked smiles fade
Former heroes who quit too late
Just wanna fill up the trophy case again

And in the end
I'd do it all again
I think you're my best friend
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
I'll be yours
When it rains it pours
Stay thirsty like before
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright

I'm not passive but aggressive
Take note, it's not impressive
Empty your sadness, like you're dumping your purse
On my bedroom floor
We put your curse in reverse

And it's our time now if you want it to be
Maul the world like the carnival bears set free
And your love is anemic and I can't believe
That you couldn't see it coming from me

And I still feel that rush in my veins
It twists my head just a bit too thin
All those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead

And in the end
I'd do it all again
I think you're my best friend
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
I'll be yours
When it rains it pours
Stay thirsty like before
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright

And sometimes I just want to sit around
And gaze at my shoes yeah
And let your dirty sadness fill me up
Just like a balloon

And in the end
I'd do it all again
I think you're my best friend
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright
And I'll be yours
When it rains it pours
Stay thirsty like before
Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright."

It was beautiful. If only there was a name and music composed. I looked at the corner of the page and saw the words, "Song Title: The Kids Aren't Alright?" It had a nice ring to it. I liked it. The Kids Aren't Alright. I saw sheets of paper peeking out from under the page. I flipped the page and saw music spread sheets, that were covered in writing. Music. Not only a lyricist, but a composer too. She's me and Pete combined! This kid is amazing! We need to get her that equipment.

Hey guys! Sorry that I didn't update sooner! My weekend has been so swamped and s**tty. But, there will definitely be an update tomorrow, I promise. Also, if you want, I am doing some covers of songs and posting them on YouTube, so I will let you know about my channel and what's going on there. My first cover is most likely going to be posted sometime in October. Thanks again for the support! I love you all. Stay awesome.

- Ru (FallOutAru)