A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

The Soul Punk Era Everybody Wants Somebody Part One

I sat shotgun while Patrick drove. I didn't know how to tell him that I wanted to be more than friends with him, so I acted like I usually do. In the car, we (well, I) sang along to his new album, Soul Punk. We went out for dinner at a place called Burger Bar, which is where we hang out a lot. We checked out the record store, where upon my insistance of not buying it, he bought me the Soul Punk vinyl I had so longed for. After dinner, he came over and we watched movies on Netflix.

     "In the middle of Mean Girls, which I had forced him to watch for the umpteenth time, I got the nerve to say something about my strong feelings for him.

     "Patrick, there's something I have to tell you," I said.

     "What's up, Y/N?"

     "I- I've kinda... I've got feelings for you that I can't ignore. They're there, and I can't keep them pent up, because I- I love you, and I want to scream it from the top of my lungs, but I'm afraid someone will hear me." Okay, wow, that just was terrible. It sounded better in my head.

     "Y/N, I'm sorry, but... I kind of... met someone, and she and I started dating."

     "W-what? You never told me!" I stammered, my palms growing clammy and my stomach churning. This was not the way I imagined it would go.

     "I was going to-"

     "You always told me that I'd be the first one you'd call if something new happened."

     "I guess it kind of slipped through my mind. I was going to tell you."

      "When? Because before I decided to wear my heart on my sleeve would have been nice!"

      "Look, please don't overreact. I want to still be good friends with you."

     "And you have nothing to say about everything I just told you?"

     "Y/N, I-"

     "Go. Just go, please," I whispered, my eyes welling with tears, threatening to spill over.

     "I hope we can still be friends." Patrick gave me a sad look before going home.

     "Why does everybody want somebody who doesn't want them?" I sobbed to myself.

A/N: Guys, this will be a Part Two and maybe even three, because I can't end an imagine on a sad note like that. I just can't.
-Phoenix