Patrick Stump Imagines

Camping

A/N: (Y/B/F/N) stands for Your Best Friend's Name and (Y/F/N) stands for Your Full Name. :)

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You went out camping with your best friends, (Y/B/F/N), Patrick, Pete, Andy, Joe and Brendon in the forest to get away from all the touring stress and have some bonding time.

Brendon, who was holding the compass, stopped in the middle of his tracks with a confused face. "Guys, I think we're lost."

Andy glared at Brendon threateningly, as if to say 'I swear, I will kill you once I get my hands on you.' Brendon held his hands up in surrender when he caught a glimpse of Andy's look. "What? I'm human too! I make mistakes!"

Andy continued to glare. "You're a mistake," he said as he walked over to Pete and whispered something in his ear, which made him nod in agreement.

"So, let's just camp out here," Pete looked around to check his surroundings, "it's not so bad in here, either."

Joe sighed. "WE'RE GONNA DIE IN HERE!" He face-palmed himself and walked over to Brendon. "You're such a fucking screw-up."

Brendon turned to Joe. "And you're a screwdriver."

"OOOOHHH! BURN!" Andy cheered from the background.

"GUYS! SHUT THE FUCK UP! The reason we're out here is to camp, not to bully the screw-up-I mean, Brendon," Pete walked over to you and Patrick. "Do you guys have food?"

Patrick looked at Pete with a weirded out look. "What food?"

"Wait, you didn't bring the fucking pizza?" You said as you looked at the now-perplexed Patrick.

Patrick just shook his head. "Well, sorry guys."

"You should be. My bae is lost in there-somewhere, not safe from the troubles of the world!" Pete exclaimed as he threw his hands up in the air for emphasis. "Fuck you, Patrick."

You stared at Pete in confusion. "Who's your bae?"

"Patrick! Hashtag Peterick!" Brendon said from the background.

Pete shot him a glare. "Shut the fuck up. You got us into this mess. You should be finding a way out instead of randomly shipping people."

"But Peterick isn't random, it's a fact," Andy teased. Pete curled his fist up into a ball, but Patrick held him back. "See?"

"What did I even do to get this?" Pete said as he looked up to the sky, as if asking it why. (Oh look, that rhymed.)

"GUYS!" Brendon shouted. All five of you turned to him, who was now standing in a cozy camping spot near you. "I FOUND A PLACE!"

You all sighed in relief as you walked towards where Brendon was. He was now trying to set up the tent, but it seemed like he was failing.

"Hey! No fair! That looks like fun! No one has fun without me!" Pete said childishly as he ran towards Brendon, jumping on the tent.

Patrick face-palmed himself. "I swear, I'm with a bunch of idiots," he whispered to himself.

"Hey, forgive him. He's 36. Let him enjoy his days before he becomes an old rag," you calmed Patrick, who was now smiling at you.

"HEY! I HEARD THAT!" Pete screamed while laying on top of the now-ruined tent.

Joe walked over to the tent with agony in his eyes. "Now we don't have anywhere to sleep on."

"Hey! Don't worry! I still got the other tent here," Andy said, putting his bag down and getting the tent.

"Goodness, yes." Joe walked over to Andy and helped him arrange the tent, which was built about 10 minutes later.