Fall Out Boy Imagines

Patrick Imagine (Part 2)

*Patricks POV*

 The bomb went off so quickly, I didn't have time to react. I was thrown to the side by the pure force of the explosion. All I could see was white and the ringing was louder and louder, so I could only hear the sound of my beating heart. I was bleeding badly and I needed shelter. I try and crawl in the direction of the forest in the west. I could take cover there until I could protect myself again. My vision is blurry and swerves back and forth.  You might be wondering why I don't just lay down and die. But I have a girl back home and  I made a promise to her, and I intend to keep it.

I made it to the forest and lean against the tree. Now I'm stuck with all this ringing in my ears and all this blood on my face. Stuck in the middle of no where with no way to contact my people. I was 20 miles from my base. This was going to take a while.

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It had been another 3 months since you found out about Patrick. You had held a ceremony honoring him and you buried an empty casket into the ground. You went everyday and wept. It was hard to live without him. Pete was pretty torn up too. He went back to taking his depression pills and rarely showed himself except for his daily visits to you. 

"Do you want to order some pizza?" Pete asked looking over at you.

"Sure why not." you grumbled leaning back on the couch. Pete got up to go call the pizza place. You took out your phone and looked through your pictures of you and Patrick. Smiling softly you remember what he said to you a long time ago.

"As long as you have pictures, you have me. So I'll never leave you."

"Okay It's on the way!" Pete proclaimed coming to sit next to you.

You quickly put your phone away and feign a smile at him. 

"Yum."

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. 

"Damn, that was quick, I'll get it." You say standing "You put the movie in." 

Pete nodded and got up towards the TV.

You walk out of the room and over to the door. For some reason your having flashbacks to that horrible day 3 months ago when the man delivered the news about Patrick. You go and open the door not really looking at who it is. 

"Sorry, let me grab my wallet." You say looking to the side where your purse was.

"(Y/N)..." The person said.

You froze. It can't be him. He was dead. It had been 3 months. He's dead. You turn away from the purse and look out the door.

"P-patrick?" You cry out. 

"Hey Mi Amor." He says softly. 

You fly into his arms where he welcomed you. He held you tightly taking in your scent. You look up and slam your lips into his. He put his hand around your waist and held you closer deepening the kiss. 

"(Y/N), is every o-" Pete's voice came in from behind you. You broke away from Patrick and turn to look at Pete, still not leaving Patrick's arms. 

"Patrick?" Pete asked very quietly.

"Hey man." Patrick said with a smile.

Pete just stared at him.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He shouted.

"Dying in a desert. Sorry the 20 mile walk was harder when you are literally bleeding out." Patrick replied raising an eyebrow.

"Dude, I'm so glad your alive." Pete said rushing forwards to hug Patrick. You move out of the way to let him hug. Pet begins to cry and you let the tears fall from your eyes. 

The three of you go inside and exchange stories.

"Some man came and told us you were dead. We had a funeral, I went to your grave everyday for the past 3 months." You tell him.

He pulls you closer to him. You smile and snuggle up. 

"Get a room love birds. Now Patrick tell us what happened to you." Pete scoffed.

Patrick rolled his eyes a Pete.

"Well, the bomb went off right next to me. But I guess since there was someone in between me and the bomb it didn't have the greater impact on me. I crawled into the woods and rested there for about a week. Then I started to walk back to base. Like I said it was 20 miles. I could only walk 1 or 2 miles a day without hurting myself to much. Then when I got back to base I stayed there for about 2 months. Basically in a coma, finally being able to sleep. Then they sent me home. Told me they wouldn't call me back." Patrick told them.

"Do you have a scar?" You ask quietly.

He nodded and lifted his shirt revealing a scar that stretched all the way across his stomach. You traced it with your finger and frowned. 

"I'm so sorry baby." You say to him. Pete just stared at him biting his lip. 

"I'm going to go home. I'll let Joe and Andy know tomorrow and we can hang out. But I think you too should have some alone time." Pete said with a wink standing to leave. He left leaving you and Patrick alone. 

As soon as he was gone you began to make out again. Cause why the hell not. Your Patrick was home.

"I'm so glad your back." You mutter against his lips.

"I had to, I made a promise to you, Mi Amor." He said kissing your lips once again "I promised I would come back. So I made sure that I did."

"I'm so glad that you did because I was very cross that you broke your promise." You say with a slight grin.

He leaned back and put his hand on his chest in a mock shock.

"Me? Break a promise? Now that's ridiculous." He said before pulling you into his lap.

You giggle and lean against him. His warm arms wrapped around you making you feel safe once again. You knew everything would be alright.