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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 last night while my internet was hating me I had some really great ideas (also partly from a phone call with Rogue_Vampyre (aka Ivy, and my roommate at school). So this is the first of the new chapters. I'm going to try and finish up the next chapter as quick as possible to post with this one. Forewarning: these chapters will be some big-time fluff (having troubles and fluff makes me feel better). So here we go! :)

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Rebecca smoothed the dress down over her sides as she looked herself over in the floor length mirror. She smiled seeing the deep red fabric flowing around her curves just as she had remembered from the last time she wore the dress. It was probably her favorite ‘fancy dress’ and there was a good reason. The deep red fabric offset her naturally tanned skin and dark features to perfection, while the cut of the dress showed off her slim figure, the hem stopping at her knees. She walked over to her bed to get the belt that she had laid out to go with the dress when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.

“Come in.”

“Oh wow, you’re looking hot. So where’s Stumpy taking you tonight? Anniversary or something?”

“No occasion, just a nice dinner. Mom is visiting our aunt, and you guys were heading out to Tampa, so we’re going to have a night out ourselves. Besides, you should know that Patrick is the old-fashioned, fancy dinner sort of guy.”

“Old fashioned guy, huh? Well, he’s still a guy, so just make sure he knows to keep it in his pants. At the very least until you two are back here after everyone’s gone.”

Rebecca turned back to Ivy with a short laugh, shaking her head. Sometimes she wondered why she was such good friends with Ivy. She knew that her cheeks were probably as red as the dress she had on at Ivy’s suggestions. But then again, that was one thing that Ivy was rather good at.

“Oh shove off, Ivy. Besides, just because you and Petey are so hot and heavy all the time doesn’t mean everyone else has to be.”

“Becca, trust me, this seems to me like a ‘get in your pants’ or dress scheme. It’s all too convenient, after all. Your mom is gone to visit relatives, we’re leaving on a business trip. Not that we would care, of course. After all, you two have been officially dating for months now. It’s about time you two had some fun together.”

“God, Ivy! At this rate, I’ll be redder than the dress by the time he shows up to pick me up. And I’ll still only be half ready. Want to try and help with this mess?”

Becca pointed to her hair which she had tried to curl earlier as she turned an almost pleading gaze to her friend. She would hate to have Patrick show up only to find her still not ready. They had even had to get reservations for the dinner tonight. And she knew how much of a big deal that was. Reservations meant giving out their plans before hand and that had always brought along a bit of the potential for trouble.

“Well then sit down, silly. I’ll see if I can salvage anything out of this mess you’ve made. You should have just asked me from the start.”

Becca stuck her tongue out playfully at her friend as she teased her. After all, Ivy had always been a particularly good stylist with her less than manageable hair. Somehow Ivy could make her hair do any number of things that Becca could only dream about having her hair do. Most of the time when she had to dress up, Becca would just pull her hair back into a simple bun and go with whatever.

She merely sat down at the small vanity that she had in her room and handed Ivy the brush, giggling as Ivy stuck her tongue back out into the mirror at her. Yep, that might be a reason they were friends. Becca began rummaging through the various things of makeup on the vanity trying to pair up what scheme would be best for the night, while making absolutely sure not to move her head too much, as she had been the victim of Ivy’s brush pops more times than she cared to.

“Just do the smoky seductress look, Bec. If you don’t know how to, I’ll do that after I finish this too. And when we get back from Tampa, I want to hear stories about how the two of you enjoyed yourselves and your time alone.”

“Ivy!”

“Don’t ‘Ivy’ me, Bec! Besides, can you honestly tell me that you haven’t wondered ...?”

“Oh my god, Ivy!”

“There you go again. Just stop playing innocent and at least admit that you would like to at least try a little more than the innocent kisses you two have. If you at least admit to wondering, I’ll drop the topic for now and just focus on making you so irresistible that Stumpy will have to glue his hands to his chair to keep them off you. At least you did good with the dress choice.”

Rebecca sighed, knowing that nothing short of caving to Ivy would get her to stop with the teasing for now. And as Ivy was currently fixing her hair, Becca would be trapped and forced to listen to the teasing until she finished.

“Oh all right. Now can we just drop the teasing for a while?”

“Ha ha! I knew it! You want to get down and dirty with Stumpy! Boy, wait ‘til Pete hears this one.”

“Ivy Cataluna Reynolds, you do and I swear I will use my own stash of blackmail on you! And you know that I have plenty of dirty stuff to share with my brother.”

“Rebecca Anne Marie Wentz, if you do I will just turn right back around and use the tons of blackmail on you. So how about we just call truce for now? Besides, I’ve probably already shared whatever you’re thinking about with Pete.”

“Alright, truce. Just do your wonders and stop the teasing. Besides, our reservations are due up soon and Patrick said he would be by to pick me up in about half an hour. And you know how much I hate leaving people waiting. Especially when it’s for a date.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just hush and don’t move.”

A few minutes later, Becca looked up into the mirror and smiled at Ivy. She had made the perfect hairstyle, as always. The headband that they had found was at the top of her head with the excess fabric braided into the rest of her hair, while curling around her shoulders. They heard the dogs barking and Becca muttered a curse under her breath. Dogs barking meant company, and company right now meant Patrick was here.

“Ivy, love the hair, but how about we just rush through the makeup? He’s a little early, but I don’t do the ‘make the guy wait’ thing.”

“Well, so he’s early. That’s his problem. We’re just going to finish up in our own time. Besides, this will be worth it. And I want to have enough time to get down the stairs to see his reaction when he sees how hot you are in this getup.”

Becca laughed and motioned for Ivy to hurry up with the makeup so she could get downstairs. There was no telling what Pete was doing to Patrick. Sure they might still be best friends, but Pete was probably pulling the ‘older brother’ trick at the moment.
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