What A Catch, Patrick (Patrick Stump/FOB Imagine Short Story)

I Can't Believe It

"I just can't believe him," Patrick confesses to you in between kisses. The two of you are making out on the couch. You're sitting on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your waist. "Batshit crazy, can you believe he called you that?"

"I'd believe it," You answer, connecting your lips with his as you aren't really in the mood for talking.

He pulls out of the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, catching his breath, "He just makes me so mad sometimes, you know?"

You laugh, "Tell me about it." You go to kiss him again when he turns his head, rejecting your advance, and heaves a sigh. You sit back.

"Do you ever feel bad?" He ponders.

"About what?" You reply, beginning to play with ends of Patrick's hair that desperately needs a cut sometime soon.

"Us." He meets your gaze, his expression full of attrition. "Like...Pete's my best friend. Honestly. As much as I hate him sometimes...but he's my best friend. And then I go behind his back and marry his ex-girlfriend? It's got to be against guy code or something."

You shake your head, "Does it really matter? You've been with me this long and you haven't felt bad before...what's changed?"

He shrugs his shoulders, averting his gaze to the side.

You get up from sitting on his lap and sigh, "You know, ever since your band got back together, you've been a little...off. Maybe Fall Out Boy reuniting isn't a good idea."

Patrick looks up at you, "What? No. (Y/N), do you know how long I've waited for the four of us to be a band again?" He stands up so he's eye level with you. "I've wanted this for so long and I'm not going to risk losing it because of...of some stupid kiss." You cross your arms as an expression of realization appears on his face and he gasps, repeating under his breath, "Because of some stupid kiss. That's all it was. Some stupid kiss. Oh my god..." He runs his hands through his hair, turning away from you, "I'm horrible. I flipped out at Pete today all because of some stupid kiss." He shakes his head and makes his way for the door, "I've got to apologize to him."

"No! Wait! Patrick!" You call out. He glances back at you, still while putting his jacket on. "You can't leave."

"But I need to apologize to him, (Y/N)," He zips his coat up and grabs for his keys.

"But you can't." You panic, having to come up with a reason for him not to go on the spot. "Because I, um...I, uh..." You scratch behind your head, blurting out, "I'm pregnant...?"

His eyes widen and he drops the keys from his hand. "You're pregnant?" He mutters under his breath. You nod your head yes. He chuckles in disbelief and makes his way back over to you, "You're kidding."

You shake your head no, a small, humble smile crawling onto your face.

He laughs and pulls you into a hug, "Oh my god, (Y/N)! This is incredible!" He steps out of the embrace and cups your face in his hands, kissing you on the lips. "I can't believe it. I'm going to be a dad. You're going to be a mom. We're going to be parents. Holy smokes, (Y/N), this is amazing! I've got to tell everyone!" He takes a step back and whips out his phone to call his friends. You freak out, not wanting this lie to spiral into something bigger, and snatch the phone away from him. He gives you a confused look.

"No."

"No?"

"Yeah. I, uh, I want to keep it a secret. For now, at least," Your cheeks grow red. "Please, Patrick?"

He frowns, "But-"

"Patrick. Please."

He hangs his head, "Fine. Can I have my phone back, though?" He extends his hand out.

You place the device in his hand and say, "I'm serious, Patrick. I don't want you telling anyone."

"I know..." He brushes past you, leaving you in the living room all alone. You sit back down on the couch and put your head in your hands.

What the hell were you thinking?