Patrick Stump Imagines

I Heard That...

A/N: So apparently this book has reached 100 views or reads or whatever. I wanted to thank you, my friends, for reading my crappy writing. I really didn't think this would surpass even 10 reads, so thank you so so much! As a little celebration, I shall update with a little cutesy one involving finals. (I kinda hand trouble writin this one awhile back, so bear with me.)

It was the day before finals started, and you just now decided to start studying for the ones you really needed it on. Your best friend, Patrick, offered to help you study and you happily accepted his offer. Patrick was one of the smartest kids you knew, and you were glad you were getting help from him. But, you were glad for another reason.

You've had a crush on Patrick since he first started talking to you, which was 7th grade, when he came to your school. The crush you had for him would grow every time you two were with each other,which was a lot. Even if you have a crush on Patrick, you always doubted he felt the same way.

You've been at Patrick's house, studying, ever since you got out of school. Every second you were with him, he'd make you study. You were happy he was going through all this just to help you, but you started getting a little antsy.

"Paaaaatrick! We've been studying for 6 hours! Can we please stop? I think I can handle what I have tomorrow. Pleaaaaase?" You looked over to Patrick, who had his head in his chemistry book. He stopped where he was and looked over to you sighing. You gave him your puppy face, his biggest weakness. He grinned and chuckled, getting up from where he was seated, and sitting next to you on his bed, engulfing you in a hug.

"I guess we would stop for the night. But what do you wanna do now to relax?" Patrick asked you, pulling away from the hug, making you sad that it was over. You looked up to his hazel green eyes and smiled.

Getting up off his bed, you did your best model walkover to his tv, earning a laugh from him. You snapped your head back, and had your hand try and find the power button. You tried looking for it for about a minute before you sighed and turned to the tv to turn it on. At this point, Patrick was dying of laughter on his bed. You glared at him, and decides to pounce on him while he was vulnerable.

It wasn't your greatest idea, but you had a kick out of doing it. You ended up landing straight on Patrick's stomach, making him groan in pain. He grinned and threw you off his stomach, only to bring you back to him, to lean on his headboard.

For some people, cuddling with one of your guy friends symbolizes you liking the other, but that wasn't the case with you and Patrick. You told him a few years ago that you loved cuddling people and it calmed you down. Now, every time he had the chance, or when you were upset or stressed, he grabs you and snuggles with you until you calm down.

You blushed at Patrick's sudden embrace. You scooted closer to him, and made yourself comfortable and able to see the tv. You smiled to yourself, thinking that the two of you looked really cute like this.

You ended up getting drowsy and started drifting in and out of sleep. Patrick noticed this and smiled down at you. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, not knowing at that moment that moment, you weren't asleep. He took a deep breath, and let it out.

"Oh Y/N... If only I had the courage to tell you. If only... If only I could tell you I fell hard for you when I first set my eyes on you in 7th grade. Your simmering e/c eyes, your gorgeous h/c hair, draping down your back. Your amazing smile... I swear it could light up an entire room. Your so beautiful... I love you so much that it kills me when you talk about the guys you could have a crush on... I just wish you love me, like I love you..." Patrick whispered, playing with your hair. You flushed to a ruby red, and hoped he couldn't see it. He really loves you back. You faintly heard Patrick sniffle as you felt a tear come down onto your head. Before you drifted back to sleep with a huge some on your face, Patrick kissed your forehead once again.

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You woke up the next morning to Patrick rolling off the bed. What he said to the 'sleeping' you replayed in your mind. Your cheeks turned a slight shade of pink and smiled.

Patrick groaned as he hit the floor, then flew striaght back up with a mixture of excitement and fright written on his face. He looked over to you as you sat up, looking quizzically at him.

"TODAY'S FINALS, Y/N!!!!! WE GOTAA GET THERE EARLY!!" Patrick yelled at you as he ran out of his bedroom to get breakfast for the both of you, along with your shoes and backpack. He threw your shoes at you, and realization filled his eyes.

You had slept over last night, and didn't have any spare clothes. Running over to his dresser, almost tripping in the process, he got you one of his old shirts, and a pair of your jeans that you keep at his house for emergencies. He threw them at you before he left the room to let the both of you change clothes in private.

You chuckled at how spastic he was acting. You got up off his bed, and started changing, thinking about what he said last night. Did he really mean what he said to you? Or was he just so sleep deprived that he didn't know what he was saying. You're thoughts were interrupted as Patrick entered the room again, not looking in your direction in case you were still changing.

The two of you finished getting ready in ten minutes, and left his house to walk to school, which was only a few blocks away. What he said last night still troubled you, and you needed answers.

"Patrick?" You asked, keeping your head down, looking at the side walk. "Did you.... really mean what you said? Last night?" You questioned as you looked at him for some kind of reaction. He stared in front of him in confusion about what you were talking about, before it hit him. His face flushed to a deep shade of red, and his pupils grew. The two of you walked in silence for five minutes before he replied.

"I thought you were asleep..." He sighed before looking over to you, shaking your head slowly. "Well... I uh, I do.I love you so much Y/N. I know you don't love me back, and I will gladly leave your life if you thi-" You cut Patrick off by pressing your lips against his. Catching him by a surprise, he eventually gave into the kiss. The two of you stood where you were for minutes, your lips moving in sync with one another's. You pulled away and put your forehead against his and smiled.

"I love you too, Patrick Stump."