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Family Tradition	By : medievalcutie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Fall Out Boy Views: 2896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So during a series of thunderstorms (which I'm still battling for internet) the next few chapters came to me, so here's hoping my internet lets me post these next two I have. Next chapter! *hugs*

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Rebecca opened her eyes with a groan hearing her cell ring. She got out of bed and stumbled over to her desk where it was on the charger. She picked it up and opened it, still half asleep, walking back over to her bed where she flopped down lazily.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Becca!”

“Spence, what the hell?! It’s like three in the goddamn morning!”

“Right it is. What are you doing?”

“I WAS sleeping. Like any other normal person. ...... Are you drunk?”

“Yeah. I think I am. I lost my car. Could you come get me?”

Rebecca groaned. She knew that she couldn’t leave him stranded somewhere smashed off his ass. That meant she was going to have to sneak out, go pick up Spencer and take him over to Jon’s where he was staying while in town for the benefit, then drive back home and sneak back in before anyone noticed she was gone. She signed and turned on her desk lamp looking for a hoodie to pull on over her pajamas.

“Alright, Spence. Where are you?”

“Umm ....... The sign says Coco ... Umm, Coco Caba ...”

“Coco Cuba?! Do you mean Coco Cabana?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes at the name of the only club around that she knew would serve alcohol to minors, having went there on several occasions, mostly with Aiden. It was also all the way across town in one of the shadier parts of Chicago.

“Spence, you’ve fucked up big time. Besides, I thought you didn’t drink when you went out alone.”

“Yeah, I know. And it was only a few drinks, Becca. God, you’re acting like my mom.”

“Well, maybe you should listen. Just stay there and don’t pass out or get shot.”

Rebecca angrily closed her cell and pulled on a hoodie to hide the fact that she had only worn a thin tank top to bed. She then grabbed her wallet and keys and shoved them into the pockets of the hoodie along with her cell. She stopped to quickly change out of the pajama shorts and into a pair of jeans before slowly opening her door to check if anyone had heard her on the phone, although she left her radio playing in case her parents decided to walk past, as she had needed music to sleep for years.

Not seeing anyone around, Rebecca made her way downstairs and was about to head to the basement (having watched Pete do the same thing many times while younger, even having done the same herself) when she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Rebecca jumped, startled out of her skin, and quickly covered her mouth with a hand to keep from squealing at the shock. She spun around and hit Pete on the arm.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! You scared the shit out of me, Petey.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be sneaking out of the house this late. Now, where were you going?”

“Spence called me drunk off his ass and asked me to come pick him up. As he’s my best friend, I’m doing the good friend thing and going to pick him up before he gets shot or raped. What were you doing up at this time of night?”

“Use the basement window, it’s not locked. I just came down for a snack. And tell Spencer that if he’s going to get smashed again, make sure he has another DD, I don’t want you out at this time of night.”

“Yes, mother.”

Rebecca laughed as she teased Pete for being his normal overprotective self at times. Although she shook her head at Pete’s comment about coming down for a snack. Sometimes she thought that all he did was eat. She leaned over and left a kiss on his cheek before turning to head down into the basement and out to pick up Spencer.

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Rebecca pulled up outside of the Coco Cabana, and looked around for Spencer, hoping that he would be waiting outside, as she didn’t want to set foot back into that club, for fear of what she might find there after the years that she had been away. But sadly, she saw no sign of Spencer outside the club. She parked and pulled out her cell and dialed Spencer’s number, but only got his voicemail. She was really going to kill him for this, if he hadn’t gotten himself killed already.

She got out of her car and locked it up, walking to the club, her hands securely in her pockets. When she reached the door, she frowned recognizing the bouncer as one of Aiden’s old friends.

“Becky, long time no see, girl! Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“Hey, Gary. Sorry I haven’t come to see you. I’m not here for partying tonight either. A friend of mine called and asked me to pick him up. Can I just go grab him right quick?”

“Yeah, and Becky, sorry about Aiden. It was all over the news a few years ago. I think Enrique even shut down for a night. And you know how big a deal that is. You two were quite the pair. So this friend of yours, a new guy?”

“No. I’m clean now, Gary.” Rebecca noticed a bit of a gleam in the bouncer’s eyes when she mentioned that she wasn’t here to pick up a new guy. Gary had always had a thing for her, even going so far as to grab at her while out with Aiden. “I recently got engaged, actually.”

“Really? That’s good to hear, Becky. I’m really happy for you.”

“I should go and get Spence before something happens. Good to see you, Gary.”

Before the bouncer could keep her distracted any longer, she waved and walked into one of the places she had sworn never to go again. She looked around the hazy room and noticed that it had not changed in the few years since she had last came here. She scanned the room, looking for Spencer, but had no luck. She muttered a curse under her breath and then walked up to the bar where the owner was mixing a few drinks for the stragglers that were still drinking.

“Enrique, I was wondering if you had seen a friend of mine. He called and asked me to come pick him up.”

The Cuban man turned and looked at her with a confused look on her face. It didn’t surprise her, in fact, she would have been surprised if he had recognized her.

“Pardon, but do I know you?”

“It’s Becky, Aiden’s old girl. I’m looking for my friend.”

Rebecca hated having to use the nickname that Aiden had used for her, but she knew that the people who frequented this club when she did would only know her as that, so she toughed it up and continued to scan the club for any sign of Spencer.

“Oh, I didn’t recognize you. It’s been too long. Are you here for a fix? I hope you haven’t been buying from another supplier. You know that mine are the only clean ones in the city.”

“I’m not here for drugs, Enrique. I got clean years ago. I’m here to pick up a friend. He’s about six foot, blue eyes, light brown hair. Have you seen him?”

“Shame you went clean, Becky. I just got a new shipment from home too. It came right out of Colombia, which lets you know it’s the good stuff.”

“Enrique! I’m not here for your goddamned drugs! I am only here to pick up my friend and leave. Have you seen him or not?”

“No, I haven’t seen him.”

Rebecca scowled at the bartender, knowing that he probably had seen Spencer, and might even know where he was at right now, but wouldn’t tell her now that she had yelled at him for trying to push his drugs.

“Thanks Enrique.”

Rebecca frowned as she spun away from the bar and walked out into the small crowd attempting to dance after they had obviously had too many drinks, and probably a little of the drugs Enrique also sold. She made her way across the room to the opposite side across from the bar, where there was seating and plenty of places to pass out. She muttered a curse as she saw Spencer laid out on one of the couches, with a girl walking towards him, clearly having something in her mind. She walked up, and slapped Spencer across the face, harshly waking him up.

“What the hell?! Oh, hey Becca.”

“Come on, Spence. We’re getting you out of here.”

Rebecca pulled him up, muttering curses under her breath as she did. Sometimes she hated having such an oaf for a best friend. Especially given the fact that he was almost a foot taller than her, so getting him to her car would be rough going to say the least. As they reached the door, she waved to Gary and continued to walk off towards her car.

“Here, Spence, stand up so I can open the door.”

She turned and quickly unlocked and opened the passenger door, but it seemed that she wasn’t quick enough because she heard a thud, and turned to find Spencer splayed out on the pavement beside the car.

“Damnit, Spence! You had better be thanking all of your stars that I’m not mean enough to leave you on the damned pavement. I swear I have the most fucked up friends. You are going to owe me big time for this, you big oaf.”

Rebecca bent over and slapped Spencer again. This time he only fluttered his eyes rather than jumping up. She muttered a curse and started pulling on his arms to get him up so she could get him into her car to get over to Jon’s and back home.

“Spencer James Smith, get your ass up and into this car before I leave you here!”

“No you wouldn’t, and you know it. Now stop screaming.”

“Then get in the damn car!”

Rebecca finally got Spencer in her passenger seat and the locked and shut the door before rushing over to her own door and quickly got in, locking the doors before she turned to Spencer angrily.

“You do know that you’re on the seedy side of Chicago, right? The owner of that club is a drug dealer, who probably spiked your drinks. You could very well have taken a lot more drugs than you really should have. You could now have an addiction. Why didn’t you at least get Jon or Brendon to go with you? I’ve never seen you this stupid. And believe me, that is saying something, Spence.”

“Stop yelling, Becca! Could we just get to Jon’s so I can sleep?”

“Gladly. And if you puke in my car, I’ll kill you.”

“Right.”

Rebecca shook her head and started the car, glad to be leaving the club. She was half tempted to take Spencer to the hospital to have his system pumped out, as she didn’t want any bad effects of the night to be in his system come morning, especially knowing Enrique and his underhanded nature. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if her best friend ended up as messed up as she had been because she didn’t want to take him to the hospital. She pulled into a gas station and turned off the car, turning to Spencer with a worried look.

“Spence, I want to drop you by a hospital to get your system pumped. The bartender is a dirty man who spikes his drinks in hopes of getting people hooked so they’ll come back to buy the drugs straight. I know a drug hospital that will pump your system and send you on your way, provided that you drop by for a second check up in a few days after resting and regaining your strength from the pump.”

She paused to make sure that he was at least hearing what she was saying. It was his choice, after all, but she would forcibly take him and check him in if needed. Because she didn’t want anything bad to happen to him, especially when she could help prevent such a thing. Apparently something must have clicked with Spencer, or either he was hitting a stage of lucidness in his overly drunken state because he slowly turned to look over at Rebecca and nodded slowly.

“Okay. And sorry, Reby.”

“It’s okay, Spence. I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I can’t loose my partner in crime, now can I?”

“Love you, Reby.”

“Yeah, Spence, I know.”

Rebecca smiled slightly, shaking her head and started the car, heading to the hospital, glad that she could at least get her friend hopefully on a good route with it. She reached over and lightly patted him on the leg, glad that she had gotten to him before something seriously bad had happened.
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