Fall Out Boy Preferences/Imagines

Pete Imagine: She's singing "Baby Come Home" in a melody of tears

(Imagine warning to the following reader: Petezawentzoverthere )

(Short A/N before the beginning of the imagine: I'm sorry if the image of Pete doesn't load. Wattpad has done the same thing to me and make me keep on putting this one up.)

She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
She's singing "baby come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
-Fall Out Boy, Jet Pack Blues

"I'm sorry, Miss (Y/L/N). But I'm not sure if he'll ever wake up from his comatose condition. He has a slim to no chance of living, and you would have to get a miracle to get him to live," the nurse replies to you, leaving the room. As soon as she leaves, you broke down in the doorway. You knew that your life would be a mess without him by your side.

You look at your boyfriend on that hospital bed, knowing he was slipping out of consciousness every minute. An accident that occurred that was neither your fault nor his. You had sued the person who got your boyfriend into this condition, to which for your luck, you won the case. He was put behind bars, but the time hadn't been decided. It was all in your boyfriend's hands whether it was a life sentence for killing the bassist of Fall Out Boy or a few years for drag racing and almost killing the bassist from Fall Out Boy.

You had on your long black coat because of what could possibly happen soon. You hadn't left the day that Pete slipped into the coma. Your best friend, Joe had been there to comfort you when the doctors broke the news to you about your boyfriend's accident. You had prayed for a miracle (even if you weren't a religious person then, you were more of one now) to happen for a long time, but the miracles hadn't caused him to wake up. The only thing they had done was prevent him from flat lining.

Your best friend entered and engulfed you into one of his famous bear hugs, yourself crying into his shirt. Your boyfriend's kids had been at the hospital too, as well as Pete's exes, Meagan and Ashlee. You got along fine with Ashlee, but Meagan was probably your best girl friend. When neither Joe nor Andy or Patrick weren't there for you, Meagan was.

You hear footsteps come into the room, yourself lifting your head from Joe's chest and see Patrick. You didn't care if your eyes were puffy or the fact that your makeup was running, your point was across.

"The press is here. Andy and I have tried to push them back, but they are wanting to talk to you."

"Let your inner Sasstrick come out and tell them to fuck off, Patrick. You have my permission and Joe's," you say, speaking for yourself and your best friend. Patrick nodded and ran out to tell Andy what to do whilst sassing the press. But then, you remembered the reason why you were at the hospital. Your tears came back and you looked out at the rainy day.

"I've got those Jet Pack Blues, just like Judy, that kind that makes June feel like September. I'm the last one you'll remember," you start to sing in a shaky voice. Pete had always loved your voice, whether it was your laugh, your singing voice, or just your voice in general, he loved everything about you. And you returned the feeling.

"And I'm trying to find my peace of mind, behind these two white lines. When the city goes silent, the ringing in my ears gets violent," Joe enters in the next verse, with Patrick's and Andy's assistance. You smile, Joe wrapping his arm around you and you leaning your head on his shoulder (in friendly way, if he were flirting with you, he would be dead in a second).

Suddenly, you felt like you needed something to eat, so you went home, walking in the rain. Hey, at least it's better than eating that shitty hospital food.