Patrick Stump Imagines

Let's Swap Out

AN: Honestly, I may start writing in first person because I think it comes easier to me. Or I may just what I feel comfortable with for the chapter/imagine. c: Also, I'm starting to write a book, but I can't decide if it should be Andy or Patrick. I'm leaning more towards Andy because I feel this plot can fit him a little bit more, but I'm still unsure. If you have any thoughts on who I should do, please tell me!

This sweatshirt is mine, and I'm not giving it back. Well, I mean I will some day. I've only had Patrick's sweatshirt for a week, only because I got cold walking home from school on Monday. Whenever I wear it to school now and he catches me wearing it, he rolls his eyes and smirks. He probably thinks I won't give it back for 2 years.

As I lay in my bed watching Netflix in Patrick's sweatshirt, I bury my head into the cuffs and breath in deeply.
Patrick's scent always calmed me down and at this point in time, I'm probably in love with him. I've been friends with him for a while, but I just started noticing how much he's done for me and how much he cares. The thought of him always put a smile on my face. Even the slightest whiff of his cologne makes my heart flutter.

But as I breathed in, Patrick's sweatshirt, it didn't smell that much like Patrick anymore. I frowned, paused my show, and walked out of my house, heading to Patrick's house down the street. As I made my way there, I texted him to meet me at his door with no explanation.

I approached his front door and was about to knock, when the door flew open. I was greeted by Patrick with a worried expression, but a big grin. Staring at him for a second, I remember what I came here for. I took off his sweatshirt that was on me, and handed it to him.

"I wanna swap this out for another one. This one doesn't smell like you anymore," I told him with a straight face, but a slight blush coming on. He looked at me then turned into his house.

He came back outside five minutes later, and handed me another one of his sweatshirts. I quickly glance at his face before I take the sweatshirt to see his face flushed to a shade of red. Man, does he look cute. I grinned to myself and threw the sweatshirt over my head.

"Thank you, kind sir. I shall head off now. Have a nice day," I say as I turn around and head back to my house.

Now that I've done this once, he knows I'll come back every time his sweatshirts stop smelling like him, and I don't think he minds that much.

AN: I'm trying to write more cutesy things now more then before. This may or may not be because I showed my friend my Just One Yesterday writing, and now she can't listen to that song xD. I'm trying to make up for the pain I dealt her now. Greatest friend, aren't I?

Anyway, thank you so much for reading! And requests are open! Please send in anything you'd like!

-Dawn (: