Patrick Stump Imagines

Jet Pack Blues P.3

So this book has hit 1k reads today, and I thought what better way to celebrate than updating early and putting out the next part of this mini series thing! I want to thank all of you for reading this imagines book. You have no idea how much it means to me that you guys take the time to read my crappy writings. Thank you all so so much! And without further delay, I bring you Jet Pack Blues p.3!

I spent less times running this time. I didn't see a point running in a city with so many streets I could have turned on.

It's around 8pm. The sun went down not to long ago. The city was now shimmering from the street lights reflecting off the rain drops. I sat by the window inside of a Starbucks I stumbled upon. My clothes were soaked, and everything I have is back at the house. The house I don't wanna go back to.

I looked through the rain drenched window at the surrounding buildings. The buildings seemed familiar. Have I been around here before. My eyes widen at the realization that I'm near Andy's apartment. Andy is one of my best friends, and I can trust him with anything. Maybe even hiding me from Patrick until I have the strength to do something about him. I sipped the last bit of my warm beverage and made my way to Andy's apartment.
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I knocked on the wooden door of his apartment. At this point, I don't care what I look like to anyone else. They'd be able to see a sliver of what I went through within the last few hours through my eyes. The puffy, bloodshot, heartbroken eyes of mine.

Within a minute, Andy opens the door, surprised I came without notice. I can tell he wasn't expecting company due to the fact he was shirtless and in basketball shorts. I looked him straight in the eyes, not saying a thing. It's almost like he already knows what I went through and why I'm here, by the way his faced goes from confusion to a softer, caring look. He doesn't say a word. All he does is usher me inside, guiding me to his living area to sit.

As I sat on the end of his couch, I brought my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around them. Andy won't care. No one will. My mind won't stop telling me all of these things. I dug my head between my chest and legs, trying not to break down all over again. I don't want Andy to see me like that.

But no matter how hard I try, it's no use. The dams burst all over again, tears rolling down my face.

At some point I must have let out a whimper or something because within seconds, I feel arms around me. My body tenses up at the sudden gesture, then soon relaxes as I melt into the embrace. Andy's tattooed covered arms tighten around me as he rolls me onto him, making me rest my head on his bare chest. He strokes my head softly, trying to calm me down while whispering encouraging words in my ear. He does know what happened, doesn't he?

"I know know what happened, Princess" Andy whispers in my ear. There's my answer. I don't reply to him. I curl up more into Andy's chest, thinking he's going to tell me to go back. "Patrick called me not to long ago. He's looking for you." As soon as Andy finishes his sentence, my phone goes off for the thousandth time since I left the house.

"I know..." I choke out, throwing my phone onto the coffee table behind me. "I saw him in the park, then I ran." I close my eyes tight, replaying the memory from a few hours ago. He wasn't me to come back. It's like he doesn't know what he did. Andy rubs his hand up and down my back, trying to comfort me.

"Oh... Y/N, you need to-"

"No, Andy. I'm not going back. Not after what he did. I trusted him Andy... I thought he was happy... I thought WE were happy..." I buried my head into Andy's chest, muffling my cries. His arms wrapped around me again, bringing me into a tight hug.

"I wasn't going to tell you to go back, Princess. I was gonna say you need to change out of your clothes, so you don't catch a cold silly." Andy placed his chin on top of my head, swaying me back and forth. I nodded, pulling myself away from the embrace. I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand and looked into Andy's eyes. His eyes were brighter then usual, with a small smile plastered on his face. He rolled me off of him and got up, ruffling my hair and making his way into his room.

Andy came back to me moments later, throwing a t-shirt and some old pajama bottoms at me. I chuckled, removing the clothes from my head, only to reveal Andy smiling widely, pointing to the bathroom, and bowing. I smiled, getting up and making my way towards the bathroom.

I came back a few minutes later to Andy staring at my phone on the table. It has been going off every few minutes because of Patrick. I moved closer to Andy, startling him because of my sudden presence. I giggled, laying onto the couch, putting my head in his lap. My phone went off again making Andy look down at me.

"Y/N, you're in a have to answer him some time," Andy told me as he played with my hair. I frowned at his words and looked over to phone.

"I know... Just... Not yet..." I sighed rolling over to face Andy's stomach.

"Then when, Princess?" Andy looked me in the eye, worry in his tone of voice and in his eyes. I shrugged slightly, not really wanting to answer.

"I don't know. Can I stay here until I know what I'm doing, And'?"

"Of course," Andy said, bending down and placing a kiss on my forehead. I grinned, closing my tired eyes to soon end the miserable day.