Patrick Stump Imagines

I Hope He's A Gentleman

• Patrick's POV •

There she is; standing there. Here's my chance. But what if she rejects me and makes our friendship awkward? Here goes nothing.

"Hey, (Y/N). Can I ask you for advice?" I smiled at her. She smiled back and politely nodded. Ah, her kindness.

"Sure, what do you need?" she said, looking at me, which gave me extreme goosebumps. Breathe in, breathe out.

"I kinda like this girl that I met last August, and I have a crush on her. Should I tell her?" I prepared myself for what she was going to say next.

"If you want to, who?"

My breathing hitched and my mind wasn't working anymore. Damn, it's all up to my heart now.

"You."

I immediately regretted I said that. I know she likes someone else, duh. I'm her best friend. She told me everything about who she likes and every single one hurt me.

I didn't get to see her reaction since my eyes were closed, waiting for a violent reaction. But she just stood there-stunned.

The bell rang and we both ran to our classroom. After two more periods, we met up during lunch.

To my surprise, she didn't talk about who she likes today. She just acted like nothing happened, which hurt a lot.

We walked back to our classroom after eating at the cafeteria, but we bumped into her crush and she walked away from us, going with him.

That fucking bastard.

I couldn't do anything anymore. I'm nothing but a best friend to her. I know that the guy she likes is a total douche and he doesn't deserve a girl like her. But she likes him nevertheless. He made her cry almost everyday but she stayed with him. Every time I try to tell her to stop being friends with him for her own good, she wouldn't listen.

I turned to Pete and sighed. "What's wrong with me, Pete? I did everything I can but she still doesn't realize..."

"It's okay, bud. You'll get over." He patted my back and we walked away from them. He doesn't deserve her.

She'll come running back to me, crying, all because of him.

"Where is your boy tonight? I hope he's a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know-you were the last good thing about this part of town," Pete sat with me on the ground and sympathetically listened to the song I miraculously made up. "When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on, hope I forget that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you."

I sighed and continued. "You need him, I could be him. I could be an accident, but I'm still trying, and that's more than I could say for him."