A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

How He Asked You Out (A High School Imagine)

       I pushed through the crowd of upperclass people to get to my last class of the day; Honors Chemistry. I took my seat in the very back, as usual, passed up my homework, and took out my notebook and mechanical pencil. Mrs. Thompson had us do an awesome lab with our desk partners. Mine was a senior named Josh Dun. We chatted as we mixed chemicals, hoping every time that one would make a small cloud. It was a few minutes before we figured out which chemicals could be mixed for a reaction.

     Once we successfully conpleted the lab, I packed up my backpack. As soon as the bell rang, I dashed out the door and speed walked across campus to get to choir, my favorite class. My phone buzzed. I check to see who was calling- it was my older brother. It was going to have to wait. The next thing I knew, I crashed into a person, landing straight on top of them.

     "Oh my god (is Elton John), I am so so so sorry, I should've been watching where I was going-"

     "Woah, woah, woah, calm down, it's okay, I'm not mad," said a boy's voice.

      "I got up, offering him my hand."Sorry about that."

    "It's okay Y/N."

     "Patrick?" I said in surprise. Jeez I wish I didn't get so dizzy after falling.

     "Are you okay?"

     "Um- I- s-sure, I-I t-t-think s-so," I stutted. It would be easier to talk to him if he wasn't my longtime crush.

     "You're stuttering, maybe I should take you to the nurse. Does your head feel okay?"

     "Y-yeah, Patrick, I'm f-fine."

     "Well, I'm kinda glad I ran into you, as there is something I have been meaning to ask you for a while."

     "A-and t-that is?"

     "Well I need your help. There is this girl I've known for a long time, and I want to ask her out, but I'm afraid she'll say no."

     "My face fell, and my heart dropped. He didn't like me back. Great. "Oh. Who is she?"

     "You."

     "Instead of saying something to him, I grabbed Patrick by his cardigan, pulled him closed, and kissed him. His lips were soft and warm, and I couldn't help but smile. "Yes," I whispered, pressing my forehead to his.

A/N: Well that was shitty, sorry guys. On another note, one of my best friends, probably hates my guts. Also, I can't stop listening to Panic!'s new song- and I thought my obsession with Hallelujah was bad! HALP!!!
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