Patrick Stump Imagines

Fall Leaves

The sun shines brightly as the cool fall breeze nips at your nose. You loved every single thing about fall. Pumpkin everything, Halloween, the cool weather, hoodies, and the changing colors of the leaves.

While you loved the leaves, you didn't like raking them up, especially when your best friend, Patrick, has not come out to help yet. The both of you lived together ever since college, agreeing it'd be easier to live with a roommate.

You're outside of your little house in the suburbs, raking the leaves on your lawn. It was hard to get every single one because of the gentle breeze, but you didn't mind it. It's not like it's haunting your progress, or ruining everything you've done so far.

You backed away from the medium sized leaf pile, putting a hand on your hip. This has been the most concentrated you've been on something for a long while, and it felt nice to finish something. Smiling at your achievement, you started to walk away from the pile, only to get knocked over by a speeding Patrick. Patrick ran past you, and bolted for the leaf pile you had just finished.

Before you could tell him to stop, Patrick leapt into the leaves. His impact was so strong, that the leaves flew everywhere, and no lead pile was left. Patrick got up from the now smaller lead pile and looked over to you with a gigantic grin on his face. His glasses were half off his face, and pieces of leaves are caught in his hair.

You glared at the man whom you sadly call "best friend". The glare you gave him did not lessen the satisfaction he had moments before.

"Have fun cleaning this up, asshole." You mumbled, throwing the rake at Patrick. You walked back towards the house, leaving a very confused Patrick left with his big mess.

Fuuuuu I feel like this one sucked a lot. :/ I'm really not in the right mindset to be right, especially when I have to write a story for English that's due on Friday...