A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

Dance Dance Part 2

Hayley, my absolute best friend, was the first person I told.

Are you serious?!" she squealed.

"Keep it down," I shushed.

"We're at the mall, Y/N, no one cares."

"Can we dress shop now?" I asked.
     

     "Fine, fine. To Nordstrom we go!" she declared, tossing the remains of her smores frappachino in the trash.

     "Score!" I cheered.

Time Skip

      Hayley found about Twenty Øne (Piløts) different dresses for me, all of different colors and styles. She shoved me into the dressing room with all of them. "Show me every single one," she ordered.

      "Alright, Mother," I said in a teasing tone.
      
      The first dress was maroon with a thick strap over the left shoulder. It was kind of plain. I slipped into it and showed Hayley, who immediately deemed it too plain. I agreed.
    
      The second dress was black and strapless with a faux diamond belt. It barely reached mid thigh. I looked ridiculous, and I'm glad she didn't argue, because I ready to fight about this dress.
    
     Dress number three was not my style. It was creamy pink, ankle length, flowy, and short sleeved. Around the neck was a fish net-like material covered in fake crystals. I hated it instantly. I reluctantly stepped out of the dressing room. "It's so pretty!" Hayley squealed.

      "But not my style," I added.

      "Put it in the maybe pile," she ordered.

     "I groaned and tossed it on the floor.  Dress Four was forest green, velvet with three-quarter sleeves and a brown leather belt. It was too small, thank Elton John. I threw it over the door with the rest of the no's.

      The fifth dress was silk and cherry red with black lace over it. It had tiny sleeves and was just past mid-thigh. It hugged my curves, showing off everything I had. I loved it. As soon as I stepped out the dressing room, Hayley's eyes popped. "Holy shit, you look HOT with a capital H-O-T. That dress is perfect. Patrick will drool."
    
      I snorted. "So yes?"
    
      "Yes, but we still have fifteen more to try."
     
      I groaned again but obliged. The rest of the dresses suck. They were either too short or too long, too big or too small, too plain or too extravagant. In the end, our descision was mutual and extremely obvious. I payed for the dress, which cost a pretty penny but was so worth it.

      Hayley tried on all the dresses I did, and ending up buying Dress Fourteen. It was a strapless purple dress with a fluffy white skirt. It looked great with her green-blue hair.

      "Shoe time!" she shouted.

      "I think you're more of a girl then I am," I grumbled, pulling her to Macy's. I don't think she heard me though. She looked at the Ivanka Trump display. I helped her search for shoes that would match her dress. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a pair of vibrant purple three inch heels. I went over and checked the size; seven and a half. Score!

      "Hayley, these are perfect for your dress!"

       She ran over and squealed. "They are so cute! I love them!" She sat down and tried them on.
    
      "Walk in them," I ordered.
      Hayley stood and walked expertly in them. "I'm getting these," she declared. "Now we have to find yours!"
   
      "I'll just wear my Converse," I said.

      "You are wearing heels and that is final."

     "Jeez, alright," I grumbled.

     "Alright, now let's get shopping! Again!"

     She dragged me to literally (say that with a Dan Howell accent, yeah?) every shoe store in the mall. At one point, we stopped for a break, in a shoe store of course. I was eating a cinnamon pretzel and sitting on a comfortable bench. I leaned back, my elbows on the glass table. Something black was knocked to the ground. Smooth, I thought. I leaned down to pick it up. I studied the black suede heeled boot that had fallen from the table. I slipped it on, then the other, and walked around. It fit perfectly, and was comfortable. Well, as comfortable as a heel gets anyway.

      "Oh my gosh, Y/N, it's perfect! You have to get those!" said Hayley.

      I grinned brightly. "Don't worry, I love them and will most definately be getting them!"

A/N: Short, once again, and it sucked, once again, lol. This shall be a part three! XØXØ