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Family Tradition	By : medievalcutie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Fall Out Boy Views: 2896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Fall Out Boy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Okay, so the updates are probably going to fly by for a little bit, because now we're getting to the fun stuff that kept me trudging through the fluffy last chapter. No new reviewbies make appearances (although April is mentioned ... she's a friend of mine who gave me the GENIUS concept for the vid that is coming in a few chapters). Also Gabe Saporta from Cobra Starship shows up at the Wentz house. So here's the new chapter! *hugs*

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“Beccadill!”

Rebecca laughed as she opened the door to find Gabe standing there, and she quickly returned his hug, smiling at him. He might be one of the newer members of the Ramen family, but he was quirky enough that he had already become one of Rebecca’s favorites.

“Hey Gabey! Don’t tell me you just come out here to see my hideous brother. I hope you’re going to at least flatter me in saying you came to see me too.”

“Of course, Becca. Besides, Pete’s a bit of a boor at times. Not to mention you promised to get me a date with one of your gorgeous college friends the last time I was over. I hope you haven’t forgotten about that.”

“How could I? Besides, I think you’ll like April. She’s my assistant on the video project. So you hang around long enough and I might let you have a cameo.”

“REBECCA ANNE MARIE WENTZ!! Where have you been?!”

Rebecca grinned sheepishly as she heard her mother’s voice throughout the house. She giggled at Gabe’s low whistle. Yep, she was in trouble. She made her way into the kitchen where her mom was rushing about busily making what appeared to be a rather large casserole. That meant she was more upset than she had first thought. Any time her mom made casseroles, she was either cooking for some large gathering or upset. Rebecca would bet that it was upset.

“What did you think you were doing? I come back and Peter says that you have gone over to Patrick’s for a bit to pick up something, and then I wake up this morning and you’re not in your bed. I was worried sick all morning. Then your brother gets a phone call saying that you two are on your way over. So I ask you again, what did you think you were doing? My god, Rebecca, is that his shirt? What happened to your clothes?”

“Mom listen, I went over to pick something up and then we got to talking and were watching a movie, and I fell asleep. It was too late for me to be driving as sleepy as I was, so Patrick offered me his guest bedroom. This morning at breakfast I spilled syrup on my shirt, so he let me borrow one of his so I wouldn’t have to be covered in syrup. Nothing happened, Mom. Besides, I’m almost twenty years old. I think I can handle myself well enough. I didn’t get into any trouble or anything over my head.”

Rebecca stopped her mom as she rushed about the room and wrapped her arms around the older woman. She smiled as she heard someone clearing their throat from the door, turning to see that it was Patrick standing there looking very out of place and awkward.

“Um, if you would like an explanation, perhaps I could clear some things up. You see, Reby came to pick something up for Pete, and I offered some coffee and cookies. So rather than just sitting there in awkward silence, we decided to watch a movie. It was late and I could tell that she was tired, so I offered to let her use the guest bedroom. She shook it off and was planning on leaving after the movie, but she fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake her, so I just put her up in the guest bedroom for the night and called Pete to let him know what had happened. This morning I made pancakes, as I couldn’t let her leave without eating. And she slipped and spilled the syrup on her shirt, so rather than having to sit with syrup on her, I let her borrow one of my old shirts. It was an innocent evening.”

“Well I trust you, Patrick. Although I wish you wouldn’t stare at Rebecca like that. Unless you two are dating, in which I might have to rethink my trust in you, young man.”

Rebecca laughed as it seemed her mom had forgiven her, or at least gotten back to a joking mood. She smiled as she Patrick take her hand, and turned to see a smirk on his face.

“Oh, but don’t you remember, we’re engaged?”

At this, all three shared a good laugh. It had taken a lot of persuading to convince her mom that the two weren’t actually engaged, but afterwards it had now become a joke within the group.

“Who’s engaged?”

Rebecca turned and smiled as she caught Gabe walking into the kitchen with Pete close behind. Becca and Patrick laughed again at the curious smirk on Gabe’s face. Pete raised an eyebrow seeing his sister wearing one of Patrick’s shirts, one of his favorites, at that.

“Good, you’re back. I was going to ask you if you and the other girls wanted to do something for us.”

“What are you plotting this time, Petey?”

“No matter how much I love you all, I need my space. Could the business discussions move somewhere other than my kitchen?”

Rebecca laughed and gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek before following the boys to the living room, where Ryan and Cat were sitting close together with a guitar and notebook between them.

“So, I ask again, what are you plotting, Petey?”

“I want you to be the chair for a benefit concert that a bunch of us are doing. It’s a bit off-color, so not quite Mom’s tastes. But it’s more richy than our tastes. So please, Becca?”

“Wow, you must really want this to turn out great. So boys, what are the details?”

“Yes! I told you she would cave.”

“Cave? What’s the catch that I haven’t seen?”

“It’s a ticket-holders only dinner followed by a concert. Formal all the way. But we want it to still have our trademark. We can’t have it be completely snooty. Then it wouldn’t be any fun. Also one of the radio stations is helping us out by shameless promotion. Given that they can have a contest. Winner gets a date with whichever band member they choose.”

“What?!”

Rebecca turned with a laugh at the eruption from Ryan. It was probably the loudest she had ever heard him speak, except for one time when he had been upset over censors trying to change the lyrics. She giggled as the skinny boy stood and stalked over, pulling Pete off to the side. She didn’t know who looked more upset at the moment, Ryan or Cat, who appeared to be almost fuming.

“Becca, can you believe your bloody brother?! Selling the boys for promotion! I mean I agree with the cause of the benefit, but to offer them up like common prostitutes? That is just wretched! If some tart tries to take Ryan for a date, I swear I will throttle her senseless.”

Rebecca laughed, hearing a few more choice words muttered under her breath, several of which sounded like slurs on the way some Americans were, particularly the business moguls. She turned to Gabe with a smirk.

“So, how long do I have to set up this great event?”

Pete answered her, standing as far from his sister as he could. He knew that the news wouldn’t be a good bit for her, and that he was probably going to get tackled or something thrown in his direction when he told her when the event was to be held.

“Tomorrow.”
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