"Hey, sleepy head, wake up!" I roll over and cover my head with the blanket, ignoring the voice I know so well.
"Y/N, you are such a pain!" My boyfriend of two years then pulled the blanket off of me and scooped me up bridal style.
I look up at him. I am dating the Patrick Stump. I would have never imagined this would happen. But i am so glad it is.
"Patrick," i moan, "I just want to sleep!"
"Too bad," he said, putting me down and kissing my cheek. "Go get dressed, Y/N."
I did as he told and put on skinny jeans, a purple v-neck, and a black hoodie. I then put on his fedora, just to see him get mad.
"Oh no, no, no," Patrick started as he walked into the room. He grabbed the fedora from my head and put it on his own. As I laughed he pulled me in for a long, slow kiss. "You look beautiful," he whispered.
Patrick and I walked down the street, holding hands, headed to our favorite coffee shop. Once we were inside, drinking coffee, 'Sugar, We're Going Down' began to play. Patrick then got up and began to sing the song.
He sounded even better in person, and as the song concluded, Patrick got down on one knee.
