Fall Out Boy Imagines 2

Andy Imagine: Purple

Andy's POV

All she ever wore was purple.

Purple.

Maybe she would accessorize with black or white from time to time, but other than that it was purple. It's not that the purple was a bad thing.

It perfectly described her.

(Y/N) (L/N) always seemed so elegant, so forbidden, so untouchable. You'd think she was an outcast, but in reality, she ranked above everyone else. If she ever talked to you, sat with you at lunch, or sat next to you during a class, it was similar to having immunity for the day.

She was that important.

Maybe it was the purple. Our English teacher once said that purple represented royalty. (Y/N)'s been wearing purple since the first day of kindergarten. If anyone would make fun of her for wearing it, she'd simply shrug, and move away. She was always the most mature of all of us.

She was never asked out.

Who dares to make the first attempt to talk to the girl you couldn't talk to? She was far too advanced for anyone else, or so we thought.

One time, Pete invited her to his party. Everyone was invited, but he was the first to invite her and actually have her attend. She RSVP'd right away and Pete had the immortality for today which spread to us, his friends. Patrick wasn't bullied, people spoke to me, and hell, a few teachers didn't mind when Joe was late.

It was like magic.

At the party, everyone was talking and partying until the door opened. The music stopped and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. (Y/N) walked in wearing a purple sweater, black slacks...slacks, and black wedges. She wore purple velvet gloves on her hand and a small headband made up of purple flowers. She looked elegant as always. The thing that surprised everyone was what she did next. She walked to me and motioned to her gloves.

"Do you know where I can put these?" She asked, her voice as velvety as the gloves she wore.

"I...uh...I can hold them." I offered. She slipped them off and placed the gloves in my hand.

"Thank you so much, Andy." She smiled. The sound of at least 30 or 40 people gasping could not have been missed.

She knew my name. My name.

I wanted someone to pinch me, but I was afraid of waking up if this was, in fact, a dream. (Y/N) then walked to Pete and smiled.

"So, where's the music? Isn't this a party?" She chuckled. The music suddenly came to life and as did the party. (Y/N) walked up to me and held out a hand.

"Since I'm making you hold my gloves, I should at least give you a dance or two." She said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. It was so bold and enticing. I couldn't say no. We danced together until the house got a bit hot and stuffy. I led (Y/N) outside where we were alone.

"This is quite some party. Glad I came." She commented in joy.

"Why have you never been to anyone else's party?" I asked.

"Because I checked and knew you weren't invited."

"You didn't go because I wasn't there?"

"Yeah. All I ever wanted to do was get close to you Andy. You're just so...elegant and enticing." I couldn't believe my ears. Here was the (Y/N) (L/N) telling me that I was elegant and enticing; the same words I'd use to describe her.

"Wow. I want to look around for cameras to make sure I'm not being punk'd." I chuckled nervously. (Y/N) giggled and put her hand over mine.

"Why would you think that? I'm just like everyone else, Andy." She said softly.

"But you're not. You much more advanced than any of us and so elegant, beautiful, and intelligent. You're everything I'm not."

"You think I'm elegant?"

"I think you're royalty." (Y/N) smiled and moved close to my face.

"Then be the king to my queen." She mumbled before connecting her lips to mine. I was surprised, but kissed back.

Hell, if this really was a dream, I was gonna make the most of it.

Within a minute or two of our kiss, one voice yelled out,

"I call being prince!"

(Y/N) and I broke apart to see Pete and the whole party watching us. (Y/N) giggled and hid her face in my chest. Patrick and Joe were smiling at me while Pete was declaring his rules as, "Prince". I chuckled and lifted (Y/N)'s head up by her chin.

"I don't know who's happier about that kiss; me or Pete." I joked. She laughed and kissed me again on the cheek. When I got home, floating on cloud nine, I walked to my bathroom mirror and noticed a lipstick stain on my cheek.

Purple.