We're Here to Take Your Hearts
THREE
TWO WEEKS LATER:
Clarissa's POV:
I stared out the window and wondered what Sarah was doing right now. I grabbed my drumsticks and tapped random variations on the wooden floor in front of me. I watched the rain fall down the windows and collect in a puddle at the bottom. I was just about to get up when Miss Michelle walked in.
"Clarissa! You have a letter from Sarah!" She said excitedly
"Okay, thank you." She handed me the letter and I waited for her to walk out. Once she did I viciously ripped it open. I haven't talked to her in two weeks, she hasn't been on AIM and she hasn't sent me anything.
The letter was open and I knew this letter was important. It was in french. We were the only ones in the home who could speak it, so we used it to talk so no one will know what we were talking about.
(TRANSLATION)
Dear Clarissa,
Sorry I haven't been on AIM, William said I could only go on once a week, but every time I go on you are not online. I think things are getting better here. William said that someone in the house also wants to adopt. I'm hoping one of them will adopt you, this way we could live together again! Like how we once did. I missed it when we were sisters. I'm writing in French because I don't want William to see what I am writing, he told me not to tell you about the adopting thing because he doesn't want you to get your hopes too high, because the guy he is talking about might not adopt. I have kept your bracelet safe, so don't worry about me losing it. I start school next week and I hope you are there with me. William is calling me now, so I have to go. I'll try to get back on AIM or send you another letter as soon as possible.
Love Ya,
Sarah
I stared at the letter with my jaw dropped. I couldn't believe I might get adopted.
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Pete's POV:
"Pete are you sure about this?" Brendon asked me.
"Yeah, why?"
"I mean, you know you can't just boss her around like you do with your companies right?" He asked.
"I know, she's gonna be my daughter."
"Pete, you say that now but what if you forget and do start bossing her." Jon said.
"I know, I know. But this time I promise."
"You said that when you started dating Vanessa again, but look at what happened."
"Don't worry, I'll control myself."
"Okay, just don't do anything stupid like yell at her or hit her."
"Bren-"
"No, listen. If you lay a hand on any of those girls you'll have to deal with me, Jon, Patrick, Gabe, William, and everyone else in this house. Got it?" Brendon said.
"Got it."
I got up from the couch and walked to my room. I reviewed all of the files from the orphanage once more before falling asleep. I could hear William talking to Sarah in the next room over. He was probably telling her I was gonna adopt Clarissa.
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TIME ELAPSE:
Clarissa's POV.
I sat in my room today. I skipped lunch and I was sitting on my bed with my drumsticks and tapping different variations again. I can't help it though. It's a habit. Everywhere I go I can't sit still, I'm either tapping my fingers or hands, or bouncing my leg, or tapping my foot. I can't help it. My teachers yell at me all the time, and I've gotten countless detentions for it.
There was a knock at my door.
"Clarissa, someone is here to interview you." Miss Michelle said. I nodded and walked down the hall, while tapping my fingers on my jeans of course.
I opened the door and sat on the same chair that William interviewed me on. I began bouncing my leg up and down and a man walked in. But not just any man. This man was short, had black hair that hung over one eye, was wearing a Hoodie and skinny jeans. Pete Fucking Wentz.
"Hey." He said smiling.
"Hi."
"Do you know my name?" He asked.
"Yeah, Pete Wentz."
"Yup, you don't have to say the Wentz part. Just call me Pete." He smiled again.
"Okay." I smiled back.
"So Clarissa, you and Sarah are sort of sisters right?"
"Yup."
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I walked down the hall and went back to my room. I grabbed my suitcase and began to pack everything. Just then there was a knock on my door. I turned around and Pete was standing there. He moved inside then I saw Sarah emerge.
"SARAH!"
"CLARIE!" She said, calling me by my nickname. She ran to me and tackled me with a hug while we were talking and packing my stuff William walked in and congratulated Pete.
The whole ride home we never stopped talking, we kept going on and on about life now, the future, school, and music. William smiled and so did Pete.
Clarissa's POV:
I stared out the window and wondered what Sarah was doing right now. I grabbed my drumsticks and tapped random variations on the wooden floor in front of me. I watched the rain fall down the windows and collect in a puddle at the bottom. I was just about to get up when Miss Michelle walked in.
"Clarissa! You have a letter from Sarah!" She said excitedly
"Okay, thank you." She handed me the letter and I waited for her to walk out. Once she did I viciously ripped it open. I haven't talked to her in two weeks, she hasn't been on AIM and she hasn't sent me anything.
The letter was open and I knew this letter was important. It was in french. We were the only ones in the home who could speak it, so we used it to talk so no one will know what we were talking about.
(TRANSLATION)
Dear Clarissa,
Sorry I haven't been on AIM, William said I could only go on once a week, but every time I go on you are not online. I think things are getting better here. William said that someone in the house also wants to adopt. I'm hoping one of them will adopt you, this way we could live together again! Like how we once did. I missed it when we were sisters. I'm writing in French because I don't want William to see what I am writing, he told me not to tell you about the adopting thing because he doesn't want you to get your hopes too high, because the guy he is talking about might not adopt. I have kept your bracelet safe, so don't worry about me losing it. I start school next week and I hope you are there with me. William is calling me now, so I have to go. I'll try to get back on AIM or send you another letter as soon as possible.
Love Ya,
Sarah
I stared at the letter with my jaw dropped. I couldn't believe I might get adopted.
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Pete's POV:
"Pete are you sure about this?" Brendon asked me.
"Yeah, why?"
"I mean, you know you can't just boss her around like you do with your companies right?" He asked.
"I know, she's gonna be my daughter."
"Pete, you say that now but what if you forget and do start bossing her." Jon said.
"I know, I know. But this time I promise."
"You said that when you started dating Vanessa again, but look at what happened."
"Don't worry, I'll control myself."
"Okay, just don't do anything stupid like yell at her or hit her."
"Bren-"
"No, listen. If you lay a hand on any of those girls you'll have to deal with me, Jon, Patrick, Gabe, William, and everyone else in this house. Got it?" Brendon said.
"Got it."
I got up from the couch and walked to my room. I reviewed all of the files from the orphanage once more before falling asleep. I could hear William talking to Sarah in the next room over. He was probably telling her I was gonna adopt Clarissa.
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TIME ELAPSE:
Clarissa's POV.
I sat in my room today. I skipped lunch and I was sitting on my bed with my drumsticks and tapping different variations again. I can't help it though. It's a habit. Everywhere I go I can't sit still, I'm either tapping my fingers or hands, or bouncing my leg, or tapping my foot. I can't help it. My teachers yell at me all the time, and I've gotten countless detentions for it.
There was a knock at my door.
"Clarissa, someone is here to interview you." Miss Michelle said. I nodded and walked down the hall, while tapping my fingers on my jeans of course.
I opened the door and sat on the same chair that William interviewed me on. I began bouncing my leg up and down and a man walked in. But not just any man. This man was short, had black hair that hung over one eye, was wearing a Hoodie and skinny jeans. Pete Fucking Wentz.
"Hey." He said smiling.
"Hi."
"Do you know my name?" He asked.
"Yeah, Pete Wentz."
"Yup, you don't have to say the Wentz part. Just call me Pete." He smiled again.
"Okay." I smiled back.
"So Clarissa, you and Sarah are sort of sisters right?"
"Yup."
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I walked down the hall and went back to my room. I grabbed my suitcase and began to pack everything. Just then there was a knock on my door. I turned around and Pete was standing there. He moved inside then I saw Sarah emerge.
"SARAH!"
"CLARIE!" She said, calling me by my nickname. She ran to me and tackled me with a hug while we were talking and packing my stuff William walked in and congratulated Pete.
The whole ride home we never stopped talking, we kept going on and on about life now, the future, school, and music. William smiled and so did Pete.