Patrick Stump Imagines

Oh, Nostalgia

It was a random Saturday night in a month on a random date. Patrick is in your apartment with you, having one of your infamous memory reminiscing. You were laying in Patrick's lap on the couch, looking at your eighth grade year book, laughing at all the memories you made with those people.

But something bothered you in the back of your mind. You never really liked Patrick in grade school and you never understood why. Maybe it was because he never really talked, or fooled around in class. Being the child you were back then, you probably thought he was trying to be teachers pet.

While you were trying to sort things out in your mind, Patrick noticed that you were focused on something. He looked to you, then to your year book. The page was on F/N's and Patrick's little biography thing you had to do. Patrick didn't think much of what you were focusing on. He decided to keep on that page and started playing with your hair.

"What was it..." You whispered staring right at Patrick's eighth grade picture. The fact that you couldn't figure it out was really bugging you. Patrick noticed you whispered, and looked down at you, waiting for you to go on with whatever you were saying. You closed your eyes tight, and shook your head.

"What is it, Y/N?" Patrick asked you after a few minutes of silence. Your confusing thoughts were broken from his question. You couldn't think of anything to say. What could you say? That you didn't like your best friend in grade school? That'd hurt him. Patrick nudged you to see if you were paying attention. "Y/N? You okay?" You shrugged your shoulders and turned to face him. His blue eyes staring into yours with worry.

"I don't know, Patrick. Just thinking about the past... To be honest I don't think I liked you very much in grade school..." You trailed off, finishing off the last few words in a whisper. Patrick's eyebrows furrowed, confusion spreading across his face. From his expression, you didn't think he was hurt, but he kinda of was.

He thought the two of you were friends in grade school, and then just got a lot closer when it was only the two of you in high school. Sure, it was because you didn't have any other people you knew at your high school, but he thought it was a bit more.

The two of you sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes, until Patrick decided to speak.

"So, you didn't like me in grade school, but all of a sudden in high school you wanted to be my best friend? I see how it is" he scoffed, moving your head off of him and getting up. He paced back a forth, running his fingers through his hair. Shaking his head, he went to grab his keys and jacket, turning back to you once he did with tears in his eyes.

"I was just your - your go to person when no one else was around, wasn't I? You came to me in high school because you had no one to make fun of you for it, didn't you? Holy smokes... I can't believe this is happening..." Patrick walked to your door and stopped. There was a water fall of tears coming down his faces, and some were threatening to spill over in your eyes.

"You know, Y/N. I had a crush on you in grade school.... a-and in high school, I gave up. You know why? Be-because I thought I didn't have a chance with you.... I'm sorry for wasting your time...." Patrick looked at the floor gripping the door handle, not having the strength to leave. The both of you were crying so much, you didn't think you'd stop any time soon.

Patrick still hadn't left after you got up from your seat on the couch. You made your way slowly towards him. He noticed your movements, and started opening the door. Before he could leave, you jogged the rest of the way to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer to you. You cupped his face with your hand, and leaned into his face.

You locked eyes with his blue ones, and kept darting your eyes to his lips. Smiling, you leaned in for a kiss, connecting with his soft lips. His hand left the door knob and went to your waist. After a few minutes, you parted from him, out of breath.

"I came to you because you changed over the years I knew you. You changed into the man you are today. I felt and still feel guilty for all those years I didn't like you, because that was just time wasted knowing you. Funny thing is, when you stopped, I started...." You trailed off, grinning at him. You gazed restlessly into his eyes. A smiled formed on his lips. He closed the door, he accidentally left open, with his foot and started swaying you back and forth, silently humming.

"Oh, Nostalgia... I don't need you anymore.." He whispered, making his way with you too the couch. He sat down, and smiled up at you, holding his arms out for you to come sit with him, and you happily accepted the offer.
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A/N: Hello my friends! This one seems a bit rushed... I'm sorry if my imagines suck >.< I'm really a person of few words, so I don't really know complex words or how to describe things very well. I'll try to get better, I swear of it!

Anyway, thanks for reading this far!

-Dawn (: