Fall Out Boy Imagines 2

Pete Imagine: Foolin' Around

"Haha, tag, you're it!" Bronx laughed tapping your leg. You smiled and ran after Pete who was smirking at you.

"Try and catch me, loser." He sneered. You chased him around the backyard in circles. You would've gone for Bronx, but the smart little cookie called no tag backs. This was gonna take a while.

"Getting tired (Y/N)?" Pete asked.

"I can do this all day." You snarled competitively. Pete laughed and faked you out before running behind the tree. All the while, Bronx was eating a sandwich and drinking juice. You ran behind the tree, in pursuit of Pete and tripped on a tree root, successfully breaking your ankle.

"Fudge Monkeys!" You yelled falling on your but. You didn't wanna say any "sailor words" for Bronx to pick up. Pete came running over to you and hissed once he saw the state of your ankle.

"Jesus!" He gasped. Bronx ran over and his eyes watered at your injured state.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" He asked.

"I will be. Pete, I think I need an ambulance." You panted.

"Of course!" Pete pulled out his phone and stared at it for a minute.

"Bronx quick, what's the number for 911?" He asked. My eyes widened and I face palmed myself. Pete called the ambulance and met you at the hospital. When you were out of surgery, Pete and Bronx were waiting with flowers and balloons.

"Sorry about what happened." Pete apologized. You smiled and held his hand.

"Not your fault. I'm just clumsy." You said. Pete shook his head and sighed.

"I'm paying for everything, no question." He said.

"Peter..."

"No! I'm not listening." You smiled and kissed his cheek, making him blush.

"You're sweet Pete. Thank you." You thanked him.

"It's what I do." Pete shrugged bashfully.