Patrick Stump Imagines

We're Lost In A Dream

A/N: Changed a few characters. I've grown up and realized that putting Elisa as an antagonist was mean. I literally idolize her now, so I'm changing it. Sorry if I ever offended anybody!

And have mercy on Brendon. This whole thing is a cringefest in itself.

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Your phone flashed. It was another text from Patrick, telling your squad's chat where and how near he was. It was probably his 12th text, with the same I'm already in blah blah and only a few blah blah blah blah....

But even if that annoyed the crap out of you, it still made you more excited about seeing him-he was your childhood friend which moved to another state and he was busy with his music, you never saw each other again, but you still messaged each other. So when Brendon invited both of you to a party in Vegas, you felt the desperate need to come. Brendon was also your childhood friend, but he was closer to you than you were to Patrick. You already arrived at the party as early as when Brendon was still adding 'finishing touches', no one was there except for about 3 teens getting drunk on one corner, so you had time to chat with him about life, teasing him every now and then.

But the conversation suddenly turned heated when he started telling you about how Patrick had a crush on you since fifth grade.

"You know what, (Y/N)? I'm pretty sure you're gonna love me more as a friend after this, but Patrick's obsessed with you-he talks about you almost every time we chat, probably since fifth grade, but he went for that stupid girl he's dating now, of which you call #OTPruined. That Charlotte girl isn't even worth it, Patrick's better off with you," Brendon teased, pouring beer into a paper cup and giving it to you. "It's just nothing, (Y/N). He'll come to you eventually. Just drink it off." You didn't know what he meant, but since he was, in fact, your best friend, you just nodded and drank from the cup he gave you.

Guests started arriving, and there was Patrick, in a tuxedo, a pair of fingerless gloves and a fedora on. He looked hot, AWFULLY HOT. He wasn't like this before he left, which surprised you and at the same time-made you conscious if what you were wearing was good enough for him. You look down at yourself. You were wearing a blue off shoulder dress, kind of like Queen Elsa's from Frozen, minus the long gown and cape. Your dress was short but not revealing, just right. And to match, just a pair of teal flats. Your hairstyle was really simple though, just a simple bun. Brendon DID tell you that it was a formal party, so you needed to be all-dressed-up.

Brendon walked away from you, kind of like giving you 'your own time'.

Then, Patrick walked to you, which you did not expect at all, since he was with his overprotective girlfriend, Charlotte.

He looked at his girlfriend beside him, then at you, then back at her. "Charlotte," he started. "Look at her, she's beautiful, right?" Charlotte did not obviously like what she heard.

"Excuse me, but what are you trying to say?" she said, looking at you like you were a piece of trash. Patrick spoke up.

"She's what I look for in a girl, Charlotte. For the past few years, I must admit, I haven't loved you. She's the one I want. I'm so sorry for this. Our relationship didn't really work, I'm sorry. We should break up," he said, kissing her quickly, to symbolize that 'I'll kiss you one last time' thing.

Charlotte was pissed, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. So she just madly walked away, heels clicking, to the part of the party where the drunk teenagers were. But was shocked you was how chill Patrick was when he tried to break up with his now-former girlfriend.

Impressed by how tough Patrick was, you walked closer to him, you, being slightly taller than him. "Wow, Pat. I never knew you had the guts to break up with your girlfriend like that, just, wow. That literally escalated quickly and was the fastest break-up I've seen in years congrats," you said, putting your hands on your waist like you were his trainer or something. Brendon appeared out of nowhere, pointing his thumb at Charlotte's direction.

"What's her problem?" he asked, then stared at the both of you like how a seven-year-old would when he saw candy. "OH-EM-GEEEE YOU GUYS! MY OTP!" he said like a teenage girl. You both stared at him madly. "Hey you guys! Stop staring! You're my OTP, and this is-" he was cut off by Patrick.

"You never changed, Brendon!" he teased, laughing. Brendon looked at the both of you and smiled.

"Guys! We should totally hang out!" he said, taking you and Patrick's hands and dragging them outside the house, giving you a full glimpse of the Vegas Lights coming from casinos and signs. The nighttime breeze blew across your face, moving away all the hair that was on your face, giving Patrick a full view of you.

When you and Patrick were astounded by the lights, Brendon sneakily left both of you outside, to talk, or to see his OTP together? Probably the second choice.

Patrick took your hand and admired you. "Wow, (Y/N), you're," he said, speechless.

"What? Fabulous?" you teased, playfully pretending to flip your non-existent long hair, since it was in a bun.

He jokingly rolled his eyes and blurted out, "beautiful..."

You spent the whole night just walking around, recalling childhood times, when he used to play the knight in shining armor, and you? The princess he needed and wanted to save.

You didn't realize that you and him were almost in the middle of nowhere, just surrounded by cars and lights. So Patrick called a taxi and of course, rode it.

He sat on the right side of the cab, while you on the left side. You didn't realize he wad holding your hand. "Uh, Pat, your... hand, does it make you feel uncomfortable or-?" you said, taking your hand off his. He looked hurt, but he just nodded and looked out the window.