Patrick Stump Imagines

The Incident...

Essays are such a pain to write. I mean, even if I am just BS'ing this since it's due tomorrow, they're still the biggest pain. What is even the point in them, really? 'Write this 6 page essay on something I've talked about twice'. Screw that.

There's a faint noise coming from the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom. Patrick, my roommate, must be in the shower. Doing what, I have no idea, but it's getting harder to concentrate.

Ten minutes have gone by and I have given up on the essay. Patrick is still making noise, and what ever he's doing is making me curious. I slammed my laptop shut, and walked over to the bathroom door for a listen.

'So ju_t be_t iit _t! B__t ittt!..." The faint noise coming from Patrick is singing. Man, the little boy is such a nerd.

I'd be mad that he took me away from the essay, but his voice is so angelic I really don't care. His voice could cure the deaf. Just imagine your favorite music blaring in your ears, but increase that by 10,000. Thats almost how it feels to be listening to him sing. I can't even walk away from the sound, so I may as well sit against the door to listen.

It's been around twenty minutes now, and the water has been shut off in the bathroom. Patrick's singing hasn't ceased, and I haven't been paying attention to anything else. I don't even react to the boy's voice getting louder behind the door. I don't react as the door behind me is flung open, and my back hits the ground. I opened my eyes after the impact to see more than I bargained for... Patrick stood above me in just a towel, with a confused look on his face. I try to keep my eyes off of everything under the towel and to keep my eyes on him. I feel my face heating up more and more as the seconds pass without any reaction from him.

Finally, he knows what's happening and steps back, his face turning to a deep crimson color. I stutter trying to tell him something. Anything, but nothing really comes out. Before I could actually get a sentence out, Patrick yells at me, wide eyed.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING Y/N?!?"

"I- well.. I mean- You see... Yo-You have a n-nice packa- I MEAN YOURE SINGING WAS SO BEAUTIFUL I COULDN'T RESIST TO LISTEN!!"

Nice save. Only if it came earlier than that, because now Patrick's face is a deeper shade and he's backed up against the wall with both hands around his towel.

Before Patrick could get another word in, I spring up from the floor and dash to my bedroom. I hear running from behind me, and as I look back I see- Holy shit. I see Patrick running at me, but within a few feet from me, his towel... fell...

We were both blushing profusely at this point. I stared at Patrick as he froze in his tracks then fumbled to get the towel back on. Patrick looked at me, mortified at what just happened. With my mouth slightly hung open, I pointed my finger to the inside of my room and slowly walked in, locking the door behind me.

That was more than I wanted to see...

I DIDNT THINK THIS STORY WOULD END UP THIS WAY. BUT HOLY MOTHER OF ME DO I LOVE IT.
I may also make a short part two o this one, if you guys are up for it.