Fall Out Boy Imagines 2

Pete Imagine: Ship Wars Pt. 2

Andy's POV

"Aww, is that (S/N)?" Patrick asked walking over to (Y/N), holding our little sister.

"Yeah. (S/N), this is my friend Patrick." (Y/N) smiled. (S/N) waved at Patrick.

"Can I hold her? I love kids." Patrick said sheepishly.

"Sure, if she lets you." (Y/N) laughed. She passed over (S/N), who actually let Patrick hold her. I watched in shock. (S/N) only let family members hold her. She didn't even let (Y/N)'s old boyfriend hold her. That ended terribly.

"Woah, I think she likes me." Patrick laughed.

"Hmm, there's a first." (Y/N) pondered.

"Definitely. Not even (Y/N)'s old boyfriend was allowed to hold (S/N)." I commented.

"No way. She has to like me if she likes Patrick." Joe said walking over to (S/N). She smiled and practically hopped into his arms.

"Ha ha! I win." Joe laughed. I watched him. His blue eyes were really interesting and pretty. What am I thinking? Joe's a dude and I like girls, right? I shook my head and walked over to Joe and Patrick.

"Well, let's get inside guys." I said. We all walked inside to see Pete looking through old family albums.

"Hey, no one said you could look at those!" (Y/N) yelled.

"Aww come on. You weren't as ugly back then. Our kids may have a chance." Pete joked.

"Oh please. I wouldn't screw you for all the gin joints in all the world." (Y/N) sneered. She sat on the couch next to Patrick.

"So, should we talk about band names now or later?" Patrick asked.

"We should talk about music first. We need a genre." Joe said.

"Well, we can't do metal. I'm not really a metal singer." Patrick laughed.

"How about rock. Can you pull that off Pattycakes?" Pete asked.

"Maybe, maybe not. How about punk rock?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah, I like that. I've been in some punk rock bands before." I smiled.

"Alright, so we are a punk rock band." Joe smiled.

"Hey (Y/N), what's this?" Our brother, (B/N), asked holding a book.

"(B/N)! Give that back." (Y/N) yelled. She chased (B/N) down the stairs.

"Hey, while (Older sisters name) is gone, I'm in charge! (B/N), give." I said sternly. (B/N) grumbled and grudgingly handed over the piece of notebook. They were song lyrics.

"(Y/N), you wrote this?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why?" She asked.

"Because, change the tone, and you got yourself an original punk song. Wait, was this the song you wrote for your ex?"

"Maybe. It doesn't matter anyway. If you guys wanna use it as a song or something, be my guest."

"Really?" Joe asked.

"Sure. Knock yourselves out." (Y/N) smiled.

"I write lyrics too." Pete said smiling at (Y/N).

"Are they any good?" She asked.

"You tell me. I have a few here." (Y/N) and Pete started looking over some song lyrics.

"Vengeful. Very punk rock." (Y/N) smiled.

"Thank you." Pete smiled back.

"I really like the one about Chicago. We should write together sometimes." Joe smiled at me as (Y/N) and Pete engaged in conversation.

"I'm winning." He smiled.