Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Patrick - First dates are always the best...

(The picture has nothing to do with this, I mean Patrick looks nothing like this in the imagine, but I thought he was adorable in it. SO HERE. HAVE PATRICK FROM THNKS FR TH MMRS.)

A cute guy you had met at work asked you out on a date. His name was Patrick. He had a crush on you started working there in March. Patrick was always so shy around you, and he figured, it was time for him to break out of his shell and ask you out.

You got out of the shower and began putting on your clothes. A slightly over-sized sweater that was a light blue, light grey skinny jeans, and black flats. You quietly put on your makeup while listening to Welcome To The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance. 

You put on a little bit of mascara, eyeliner, and strauberry lip gloss. Nothing extravagant. You wanted to keep your natural look, considering you never makeup to work, and you wanted Patrick to be reminded of why he liked you. (*Cough cough* *Nudge nudge* ...I'M HINTING AT HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE NATURALLY...)

As you fixed your sweater, your phone rings. You rush to answer it. 

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hi, (Y/N)!" Patrick said happily on the other line.

"Oh hey, Patrick!" You replied, happy to hear Patrick's voice. "I'm almost ready."

"Cool, that's why I was calling," Patrick said. "I'll pick you up in, about 10 minutes?"

"That'd be great!" You replied. You tell Patrick where you live and he hangs up.

You happily put your phone in your back pocket and go into your room to put on some earrings, and you put on a small little charm necklace, with only one charm, Patrick knocks on your door. "Coming!" 

You quickly jog over to the door and answer. You see Patrick standing there, as adorable as ever. 

"Hey!" Patrick said, looking you up and down. "Damn, you look really good."

"Look whose talking," you joked. 

"You ready to go?" Patrick asks.

"Yeah, let me just grab my phone," you said, then went into your room to get your phone. You quickly go back to the door. "Ready!" 

"Then, let's go!" Patrick said.

Patrick walks towards his car, as you locked your door. You rush to Patrick car, then go into the passenger seat. Patrick gets in, and begins driving to a restaurant. You arrive and Patrick gets out, then opens your door like a gentleman. 

"M'lady," Patrick said.

"Why, thank you," you replied, getting out.

Patrick took your hand and smiled. He kissed it lightly and intertwined your fingers. You smiled and Patrick led you to the door of the restaurant. He opened it and allowed you to go in first. You were amazed by Patrick's politeness. You walked in and Patrick followed. A waiter showed you to your table, and Patrick pulled out your chair. You two sat down, and only stared into each others eyes.

"Y'know, I've been meaning to ask," Patrick said. "Why does your necklace only have one charm?"

You sighed, knowing he would ask that. "Well, it's a heart... it represents the spark of love everyone has. Or, at least everyone. I got this charm from my ex. He gave to me as a symbol of our love. But it didn't last long. So, I removed the meaning of the charm, and gave it my own."

"You must write poems," Patrick assumed.

"Why do you say that?" You asked.

"You change things, make em' your own," Patrick replied. "You have a spark of creativity in you. I know a couple people who write things, somewhat like poems, and you two are exactly the same."

"I mean... I try writing poems, and stories, but they never turn out any good," you admitted. "But, I love writing."

"(Y/N), you should meet my friend Pete," Patrick said. "He writes songs. You two will get along perfectly."

"I'd love to meet him sometime," you replied.

You take a small sip of water, and then look back at Patrick. He was playing with a a zipper on his sleeve. He looked like a little kitten playing with a little ball of yarn. You couldn't help but smile. 

"Hey, wanna order now?" You asked, interrupting Patrick's adorable fest.

"Yeah, sure," Patrick replied. 

He signaled for the waiter and you both ordered. 

As the two of your foods arrived, Patrick looked at eagerly. He literally shoved the food in his mouth. You stared at him, slightly disturbed.

"Sorry," Patrick said. "I haven't eaten all day."

"No problem," you said, giggling a little. 

"What's so funny?" Patrick asked.

"You've got food all over your face," you replied. 

"Oh," Patrick said, seeming a little embarrassed. He quietly wiped his face with a napkin.

You and Patrick had finished eating, so Patrick brought you back to your house. Patrick walked with you to your door. He pecked your lips, leaving your blushing. As you unlocked your door, Patrick whispered, "Can we do this again?"

"Definitely," you replied, going inside.

You closed the door, and took out your phone. 

Quickly, you opened Twitter and tweeted, "First date adorableness has happened. Thanks, Patrick."