Patrick Stump Imagines

I Wanna Scream 'I Love You'

A/N: So I had this idea for the music video of the song 'The (Shipped) Gold Standard' from Folie à Deux, and seriously, that song is my life. And since that I had a 0.00% chance to get to direct the music video if they ever wanted to make one for it, I just decided that it would be better if I made it an imagine.

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• Patrick's POV •

It was the first day of school, again. I hated going to school, considering that my best friends, Pete, Joe and Andy would just piss me off all day while I'm trying to learn something. But I guess it was just something I needed to live with until college ends. Whatever.

I opened the door to see a classroom, about 3/4 filled. I sat down next to a girl who seemed to be really busy using her phone, with Joe, Andy and Pete sitting behind me. I took out my textbook and browsed to page 27. It was about the reproductive system or something.

As I was reading, I swear that the girl glanced at me. Well it was probably normal, since I looked like a dork. Fedora? check. Huge nerd glasses? check. Bag full of books? check. Certified dork. And all I know is that no one wants a dork as a seatmate.

As I was trying to concentrate on reading the damn page, some girl that sat in front of me threw me a letter. I ignored it. She threw me another one. I ignored it again. Until she finally got pissed. She walked to me and started whispering naughty things in my ear, and even took off my glasses and bit the edge.

"Uh, could you please give me my glasses back? I kinda can't see properly here," I said, trying to snatch my glasses off her hand. She finally gave them back.

I didn't realize that the girl that was sitting beside me was watching the whole thing, silently laughing. I got my notebook from my bag and started scribbling a note.

• Writer's POV •

The guy that was sitting beside you was hot, even for a dork. The whole time that the slut that sat in front of him was teasing him, you can't help but laugh at how adorable he was trying to take his glasses from her. You looked back at your phone, you were texting your best friend.

You were not minding anything until a piece of paper hit you. "Huh?" you whispered under your breath. It came from the direction of the guy that sat beside you. Now, he was staring awkwardly at you, forcing you to read the note. You opened it, reading the messy handwriting.

'I wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungs,
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me.'

You looked back at him and saw him rolling his eyes at the girl who was still teasing him. He looked at you and started a staring contest, like in The Fault In Our Stars. You stared back, and this went on for like, forever.

You didn't realize that your teacher actually went in the room minutes ago, and was shouting at you two for 'unruly behavior'.

Your teacher finally gave up on her shouting and continued on her lesson. You decided to scribble a note down and throw it to the nerd.

'You can only blame your problems on the world for so long, before it all becomes the same old song.'
- (Y/N) xx

He opened it with a smile on his face. He quickly turned to his bag and scribbled another letter.

'As soon as we hit the hospital, I know we're gonna leave this town, and get new passports, get out now.'
- Patrick :-)

He threw it to you and you read it with a big smile on your face. The bell rang and since you were super excited for your next class, History, you hurried outside and didn't realize a pair of steps trying to follow you.

"Wait, (Y/N)!" It was Patrick, the nerd.

"Hey! It's Patrick, right?" You asked.

"Yep. So I-I was wondering i-if you could c-come with me on a...." The confidence he first had faded and turned into a stuttering mess. "D-d-date? Later? After school? A-at Starbucks?"

You stared at him, shocked. "Of course! Here, take my number." You said, writing your number down on his arm with a Sharpie you always kept in your pocket for emergencies. "Listen, I gotta go. Bye!"

You ran to your next class as you heard Patrick say 'yes!' loud in the air while his best friends cheered for him. You were happy on how glad you made him.

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When school ended, you rushed home to find yourself a dress, quick. You rummaged through your whole closet and ended up wearing a simple blue elegant dress that you didn't even remember buying with a pair of white flats. Your hair was in a bun. You thought you looked pretty, so you grabbed your purse and went to Starbucks.

You sat down on a table and saw that Patrick was nowhere in sight. You sighed and texted him. No reply. You were quite disappointed, yet you didn't lose hope just yet. You waited there.

Meanwhile, Patrick was at his house with Pete trying on different-styled clothes and asking for advice. Pete told him that it's gonna be fine, just be himself, but Patrick's too nervous and ends up canceling the date. He didn't answer your phone call or text you, since he was shocked on what your expression might be. He also thought that you probably won't come, another reason to drop the effort of telling you not to come and -might be- hearing the words 'I never wanted to come anyway'.

Pete suggested that they come up with a better plan, to surprise you. They search up your address on Google, and try to find your house. You, on the other hand, stopped waiting and went home crying in the rain. This was all Patrick's fault. He set you up. You don't know where the hell the rain came from but it rained.
You remembered your quote that you sent Patrick and whispered it to yourself.

'You can only blame your problems on the world for so long, before it all becomes the same old song.'

You locked yourself up in your room and changed into pants and a t-shirt as soon as you got home and just spent your days there watching Netflix and eating Nutella. Patrick tried to call your phone non-stop, but you didn't answer. Besides, you didn't even know him much.

You woke up and didn't go out your room again. You just did the same thing; eat Nutella and watch Netflix. It was 2PM and the sun was shining bright. You were already in your room for two days.

Little did you know that Pete helped Patrick plan something for you.

A guy with red hair and eyeliner stood on your lawn and called you. You looked out your window and he started singing.

"Uh, hey stranger, what's your name?" You asked him.

"I'm Gerard, and I ask you to be my queen." He said, politely curtseying.

"Uh, sorry bud. Good singing but no."

He walked away. Next, a tall guy with a huge forehead started dancing like crazy with a beatbox next to him. You just shook your head as he walked away. Why did you, all of a sudden, get suitors you didn't even want?

Next, three guys with a set of drums and guitars were on your lawn. They had no singer, which was weird. Well, that was what you thought.

They all started their instruments and some guy in a suit ran in and started singing. You quickly realized that the lyrics in the chorus of their song were the quotes you and Patrick exchanged, and Patrick was singing.

You quickly ran downstairs for the first time and before they could even end the song, you hugged Patrick so hard and he hugged back. It was amazing.