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

'Til Divorce Do You Part

"Congratulations, man!" Joe pats Patrick on the back, "You're going to be a dad!"

"I know, I'm so excited!" He exclaims, beaming with enthusiasm.

"When did you find out?" Andy inquires.

"Yesterday. She told me right before I was going to leave the house to apologize to Pete for how I acted at studio." Patrick glances over at his friend who is standing by the wall, his hands slipped into his pockets and his head tilted down, his gaze locked on his feet so he wouldn't have to meet Patrick's. "But then she told me that I couldn't leave," He returns his attention to Joe and Andy, "I told her I really needed to go and then she just kind of told me. I didn't even know. I was so happy. You don't understand."

Pregnant, huh? Pete thinks to himself. We'll see about that. He peels away from the wall and leaves the room silently, the other three not even recognizing his absence as they engage in a conversation about what Patrick's going to do once the baby is born.

*****

Pete pulls into the driveway of yours and Patrick's house and storms up the walkway. He pounds on your door, screaming, "Open the door, (Y/N)! We need to talk! Now!"

He takes a step back and waits for you to answer the door. The door opens fully to reveal you, your arms crossed over your chest and a scowl on your face.

"You know, pounding on someone's door and shouting at them to open up doesn't typically make a person want to answer their door," You greet him coldly as he brushes right past you and into your house without an invitation.

"I thought you were going to divorce Patrick," He immediately rattles off, "Not tell him you're pregnant which I highly doubt is even true."

You gasp and place your hand on your chest, offended by his accusation, "How dare you think I would lie about something like that?"

"Well did you? Or are you really knocked up?" He approaches you, "I know you, (Y/N). And this whole 'pregnancy' is just another one of your psychotic plans to get your way."

"What did I tell you about calling me a psycho?" You growl at him.

"You need to tell him the truth, (Y/N). Because when he finds out that you're not pregnant, that you lied to him, he's going to be devastated and-" He cuts himself short before a smile crawls onto his face and he changes what he's saying mid-sentence, "Actually, no, keep lying to him. Keep whispering your sweet little nothings in his ears. I want you to. Because then when the nine months are over and you haven't gained a single pound, and you haven't gone into labor, he'll see you for the crazy bitch you really are. And he'll leave you on his own judgement."

You shake your head, "It's not going to happen, Pete. He loves me. And you see this?" You shove your left hand in Pete's face, "This little stupid piece of metal binds him and me together. 'Til death do us part', they say." You lower your hand.

"Or 'til divorce do you part, they also say," Pete sneers.

"No one says that."

"Divorce him!" He snaps.

"No!"

"(Y/N), please, I'm begging you," Pete grips your upper arms tightly and looks you directly in the eyes, "End it before it becomes too late. I don't care about you or about me, I care about Patrick. And I know if you stay with him any longer, you're...you're only going to hurt him and...and I don't know if I can live with myself knowing I could've saved him but didn't."

You rip yourself away from Pete, "Save him from what? Me?"

"For once in your life, you know what you're talking about," He mumbles under his breath. You glare at him. "So are you going to or not?"

"I already told you - no."

"(Y/N)!"

"Look, just because you don't like seeing me married to your best friend-"

"I'M NOT JEALOUS!" He yells at you, shortening the distance between you so that your noses were almost touching.

You and he look into each other's eyes before he slips his hand underneath your jawline and leans in, connecting his lips with yours. You close your eyes and melt into the passionate kiss, moving your lips in sync with his.

Pete pulls away and laughs at you as your cheeks grow a deep shade of red. "See, (Y/N)? You don't love him. That ring on your finger means absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"You're wrong, Pete. Because I do love him. I don't love you. I haven't loved you since the night we got together. And even then it wasn't love. I was so wasted, I can't even remember half of the shit that happened!"

"Wow," Pete laughs, "I didn't think it was possible, but you somehow managed to become an even bigger bitch than you already are!" He claps sarcastically, "Congratulations!"

"And this is why I never loved you! Because you're such a fucking self-absorbed asshole who thinks he's sooooo great and that everyone loves him. Well guess what, Pete? Not everybody loves you!"

"Everybody but you," He retorts, "But even then you're lying. You lie about everything. I don't think there's a single thing you've said to anyone that was the slightest bit true!"

You walk up to him and grab him by the shirt, pulling him close to you and looking directly into his eyes, "Read my lips, Pete. I. Don't. Love. You. I never have and I never will. Hook me up to a lie detector and that needle won't move a fucking inch."

He remains silent for a little before asking, "If you're so honest, try and tell me that you don't want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you."

You scoff and push him away from you, "There you go again! Thinking everyone wants you! I don't want you, Pete! I want you to leave!"

"You want me to leave because you know I'm right!"

You roll your eyes and run your fingers through your hair, "You know what, Pete? Yes. You're right. I lie. A lot. But I love Patrick. And he loves me. And whatever you're going do to try to tear us apart, it's going to be a waste of your time. Because I've got Patrick wrapped around my finger so tightly that if I told him the world was ending, he would believe me. Now get out and stay away from me." You walk forward and push him back. "Go!"

He turns around and leaves your house, slamming the door behind him and causing a picture of you and Patrick to fall to the floor, the glass shattering.

You shake your head and turn around, going back upstairs.

Once you're in you're bedroom, where you were putting your clothes away, you hear the front door click open, followed by someone racing up the stairs.

You turn around and watch your bedroom door fly open, Pete standing out in the hallway.

"Pete? I thought I-"

Before you can finish your sentence, he rushes into the room and crashes his lips into yours, the two of you falling backwards onto the bed.