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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, just to make an author's note at the beginning, like I always do, I'll just say this ..... TART TOASTER!!! :) Enjoy! *hugs*

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“And so it’s just me and my Dad now. So that’s something else we have in common, you see? Isn’t this so cute, Becky? It’s almost as if we had known each other our entire lives. Although of course that’s a little impossible, since he’s obviously older than me. But only by three years and two months. Even born on the same day, how odd is that?”

Rebecca flinched at what had to be the hundredth time that Lilly had called her by that hideous nickname that she had sworn never to be called again after Aiden had died, just in the first half an hour of the evening. Operation Tart Toaster was under full swing, as the girls had met up at her house the day before and plotted all afternoon, enjoying the prospect of doing something themselves, and helping out poor Andy who had dropped by to show his appreciation, as soon as he had found out from Rebecca that the girls were on his side.

“Yes, quite odd.”

“Becky, dear, you haven’t eaten your food. Do you not like it? I asked the chef to make it specially for my guests. Daddy owns the hotel, you know. Waiter! Come here!”

Rebecca groaned as it seemed Lilly was more than accustomed to getting whatever she wanted, at that precise moment. She couldn’t quite catch the string of French that the girl had hurled at the waiter, but knew by the poor man’s expression that it was nothing good. When the waiter returned bearing a rather odd looking paste and crackers, sitting it before Rebecca, she turned to Patrick with a bit of a frightened look. That didn’t look anything like edible food.

“Oh, go ahead Becky dear, it’s the chef’s specialty straight out of his mother’s private family recipe book. It’s rather tasty, such a shame I have already eaten my fill.”

Rebecca closed her eyes tightly as she heard the grating faux accent that had refused to listen when she had told Lilly that she hated the nickname Becky. Deciding that hopefully in obliging the other girl in this might make her shut up for a moment at least, Rebecca took a small bite of the paste, instantly tasting something oddly familiar, but not knowing quite what it was.

“What is this?”

“Crab paste with celery.”

Rebecca quickly put her napkin to her mouth and spat the remaining paste into the napkin. She quickly took a few sips of water to clear out her mouth, feeling the urge to rush to the restroom and empty her stomach.

“What’s wrong, Becky?”

“I’m a vegetarian. And please, do not call me Becky.”

Rebecca could feel her temper quickly rising, and threatening to simply walk around the table and throttle the other girl. She had almost had her fill of the other girl’s simpering fake niceties. She would much rather have someone be flat out horrid to her than to have someone pretending to be friendly and nice. It was just something that she hated about the society in general, and this girl was certainly no exception.

Before she could do anything rash, Rebecca felt Patrick’s hand reach around her chair to lightly play with the hair at the back of her neck, calming her down in the best way that he could. She knew that he was trying to keep her from making a scene, having been witness to her famous temper more times than one.

“Aww, look at that. Isn’t that so cute, Andy? He’s wrapped his arm around her. That’s a very cute thing for you to do, Pat. You and Becky are just adorable. I might have to steal you and keep you for souvenirs. But then again, with me dating Andy, we’ll be seeing each other a lot more, won’t we?”

Rebecca clenched her fists at the fake giggle the other girl used after assuming that now she would be dating Andy. Rebecca took a deep breath and stood, giving Patrick’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Excuse me, I need to run to the restroom for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

As fast as she could without seeming like she was fleeing from the other girl, Rebecca took off in the direction of the restrooms, by way of Cat and Ryan’s table, as they had taken up the position from that vantage point. As she passed by the table, Rebecca mouthed to Cat, “Tart Toaster”, giving her a meaningful look that told her she would need to meet up with her.

Rebecca stood in the bathroom pacing, trying to contain her temper that was boiling by now. She had dealt with more than her fair share of the girl’s flaky giggle and the grating voice that seemed to call her ‘Becky’ just because she had asked not to. The door to the restroom opened, and before even waiting to see who it was, Rebecca started in on her tirade.

“Cat, so help me I’m going to .....”

Rebecca stopped, a scowl evident on her face seeing that it hadn’t been Cat to come into the restroom, but Lilly. Obviously the redhead had known what she was going to say, but wasn’t shocked.

“Oh Becky dear, do continue. I dare say I know how you are going to finish it. Hmm. Could it be something along the lines of, I’m going to kill that bloody tart out there with her arms all over Andy? Or would it be how you’re wanting to first torture me, then kill me? Hmm?”

Rebecca had never been a truly violent person, but at that moment, she would have liked for nothing more than to slap that smug look on Lilly’s face right off the makeup covered mask she had on.

“Well you see, Becky dear, here’s the stickler. If you were to do anything to me, that would upset your lovely little friend out there. So to do whatever you were about to say to me would in turn cause Andy his own spot of pain. Do you want to do that to your friend?”

Rebecca was glad that the door to the restroom opened at that moment, because if she hadn’t been saved by Cat walking in, she would have throttled Lilly as sure as the sun. Cat quickly took in the sight and walked right past Lilly to the large mirror in the room. Rebecca growled in frustration and walked to the mirror herself, wishing that the redhead would hurry doing whatever it was she seemed to be taking forever with. Just when she thought she would throw the redhead out of the restroom by force, Lilly walked towards the door, pausing to turn at the last moment.

“Oh, Cat dear, the violet is hideous and the boy you’re with looks like a rather ugly cross-dressing dyke. Ta, darlings!”

Rebecca didn’t know who appeared to be more furious, Cat or her. But at the moment, she would bet it was Cat. Especially given the slight against Ryan. Rebecca reached out and grabbed Cat before she lunged after Lilly, clearly intending to settle the score once and for all. As soon as the restroom door closed behind her, the irritating giggle out of earshot, Rebecca let loose of Cat’s arm, watching as she proceeded to start to pace angrily.

“Who does she think she is to come waltzing in here like she owns the world? Bloody tart, she never was worth anything more than the two-pence knickers that she showed every bloody wanker who walked past.”

Rebecca managed to keep from giggling as Cat slipped deeper into her native slang, her accent growing with every syllable. She had only seen her friend this mad twice before, and each time she had ended up scared of her. She didn’t doubt that this would be another one of those times.

“Cat, calm down. If you get much angrier I won’t be able to understand a word out of your mouth. And you know that I can understand pretty much anyone. Now, I know that Andy is absolutely petrified of this girl, so we don’t have to worry about there being a repeat of this situation, we just have to make sure that we all survive this night, and we’re home free. So come on, I’m sure that Ry is beside himself wondering where you rushed off to. ........ Tart Toaster.”

Rebecca giggled along with Cat at the small joke as they walked out of the restroom and headed back towards their separate tables, although when Rebecca approached her own table, she wanted to turn and run back the other way. Had she just seen Lilly grab her brother’s private areas?

Rebecca walked up to the table quickly, and noticed by the shocked expression on Pete’s face that she had probably seen right. She cleared her throat and gave Lilly a pointed glare that asked what the hell she was doing.

“Just had to see if they were real.”
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