Adopted by brallon

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[Alana's POV]

I wake up to a call from an unknown number.

I groan and turn my phone off, flopping my pillow onto the cool side before lying back down.

But they called again.

And again.

And again.

I angrily picked up the phone and hissed down the line, "what?!"

"Oh, Alana? I- is this you?" A scared quiet voice asked.

"Yeah? Who's this?" I question.

"It's McKenzie, m-my phone got taken away when I was taken back to the orphanage, blocked all the numbers, completely swiped it, including my
p- pictures of Frank Iero." She chuckled at the last part, so did I.

I forgot how much I missed her.

"How are you, Kenz? Spill." I ask.

"Not the best, I miss you, so fucking much. I wanna see you again, I wanna hug you, I wanna scream Fall Out Boy with you and I wanna talk until the sun comes up and I wanna kiss you and I want to rant about Billie Joe with you. I really miss you, I really miss us." She chokes out.

"Kenz..." I say, contemplating what I'm about to do.

"Lana?" She copies me.

"Where are you? Are you still in the same state?" I ask.

"No, I'm in Cleveland, Ohio now... why?"

"Address?"

"I'm not sure, but I know for a fact that I'm near the Renaissance Cleveland hotel." She says.

"Dad!" I shout.

"What?" He yells back.

"When do we go to Cleveland, Ohio?"

I hear a couple mutters before Patrick tells us, "3 weeks, Ally."

"Thanks, Patty!"

"No problem, love!" He says sweetly.

"Okay, we go to in 3 weeks, and the show is near that hotel, and I really wanna see you." I state.

"I'll be there, love." She replies.

"You better be, I might steal you." I joke.

"It's not stealing if I comply." She says.

I can almost see her winking as she says it.

My cheeks flush.

"So, do you have a phone you can use?" I ask.

"Yeah, I got this one today." She replies.

"Okay, text me, Mac 'n' cheese!" I say, laughing at myself.

"I will, love. Okay, bye!" She complies.

"Bye!" I say before hanging up.

I get out of the bunk before going into the seating area thing.

"Hiya." I say, plopping myself on the ground in-front of Kenny, we had to go pick him up.

"Hello." He replies.

"Is there any coffee?" I ask.

"I brought some with me on the bus." He says, smiling at me.

"Thank you!" I shout, dragging out the 'u'.

"You're welcome!" He shouts back.

I go into the kitchen and make a black coffee, I put a little bit of sugar in and plop myself back onto the couch, I turn on the TV and watch Big Hero 6 until my dad calls me.

I click accept call and answer with a quiet, "hello."

"Hey, A. It's Pete, Brendon is setting up microphones and such on stage and told me to call you, Patrick will drive you down in the next 20 minutes." He says.

"Coolio." I reply.

"See ya then!" He says cheerily before ending the call.

I decide to go get Patrick from his bunk so we can go.

"Come on, Pattycakes. Let's go to the studio." I say from outside his bunk.

"Okie dokie!" He complies before jumping out of his bunk with his phone and car keys in hand.

We leave the tour bus, "bye guys!" I shout before closing the door and following Patrick to his car.

He unlocks it and we hop inside.

"Ready to go?" He asks.

"Ready to go." I reply before he starts up the car.

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