Patrick Stump Imagines

Always

(I still needed to update.. A/N's don't count as new parts)

Ah yes. Graduation day. The time I've been looking forward to a month into Freshman year. I couldn't stand this place after it got boring. Seeing the same people at the same time, it was literally like middle school all over again and I wanted to get away from that.

As we were about to be told to throw our hat things up in the air, I looked around at all the people surrounding me. This would be the last time I see all but at least 10 of these people, and I'm not disappointed about it. Freshmen year ruined it for all of the people in my class now. Over half of them were all assholes, joking around about the most serious subjects. I didn't want to be associated with any of them.

Someone caught my eye as I was scanning everyone around me. Patrick Stumph. He was staring right back at me, but his attention to me was soon broken as a girl started talking to him. I'll admit it if you asked me, probably. I was and still kind of am in love with Patrick. There was just something about the short ginger that sparked something in me. It pained me to see him talk to all of these girls, and it shouldn't. I never really tried to talk to him in these 4 years we were in high school.

My deep thinking was interrupted when everyone around me started cheering and throwing their hats up in the air. I grinned at the happiness surging off of everyone as I joined in the celebration. This is the last time we'll see this place, and most of these people.

(At the reception thing)

After the actual graduation, almost everyone left except the people who stayed for the free food in the cafeteria. Some of those people included me, a few of my friends, and Patrick. Every few minutes, I have the small window of opportunity to talk to him alone with no one else around. But I don't take it. This is the last time for awhile that I'll be seeing my close friends, and I didn't want to ruin it by telling an elf that I like him.

I may not have went through that window, but right when my friends went to refill their drinks and get more food, Patrick walked right up to me. He didn't say a word, either. All he was doing was standing there in front of me, smiling and rocking back and forth on his heels. Maybe he was shy? Or he didn't have the heart to release the words of hatred swimming around inside of him. I doubt he hates me, but anxiety makes you over think, you know? After about 5 minutes, with my friends probably avoiding me because I was finally "talking" to Patrick, he spoke up.

"So uh... You look beautiful tonight,
Y/n" Patrick uttered under his breath.

I blushed at his words. Patrick Stumph thinks that I'M beautiful? Really? Out of all of the girls he's talked to in these 4 years of high school, he calls me beautiful.

"Oh, thank you Patrick. You look amazing tonight also." I lightly pushed his shoulder to add some kind of dramatic affect. I don't think it worked. I don't know what I'm doing. Why am I in charge of my social life.

Besides me being embarrassingly socially awkward, something else was gnawing at me. Why wasn't he talking to some other girl or one of his friends? You know, someone he actually likes.

"Because I never really like talking to those girls. They come up to me. They like me because of my appearance. I actually really didn't like anyone those girls that talked to me. I liked you. Even if you never talked to me, I'd see you in the hallway doing your own things. It was always you. No one else," Patrick chirped, blushing extravagantly as he looked at me with his big blue eyes.

My eyes widened as I stared at him in confusion. Why was he saying this out of the blue? Shit. Did I say my thoughts out loud?

"Y/N? You've been staring at me for 5 minutes without blinking. Are you okay?... Okay... If you don't feel the same just walk away. If you do, blink back to let me know, please."

I blinked at him. His smile grew as big as a kid's at Disney world. His eyes lit up like a flash on a camera that wouldn't go away. His eyes looked as though they were asking for permission. I grinned at his cuteness and leaned into kiss him.