Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Patrick - After breakup? i think? can i call it that?

I was moping (not mopping. ew cleaning) around. My mom and my dad were literally done with me by this point. I was in a relationship with such an amazing person, and then they left me. In the dirt. By myself. Yay. My parents knew that my brother, Patrick, had been through some breakups and he could possibly make me feel better.

After a few more days of me being miserable, they finally called Patrick. I had my face in my pillow when he walked into my room.

"Does the pillow really smell that good?" Patrick joked.

"Shut up, Stump," I groaned.

I raised my face to look at Patrick. He had a huge ass box full of chocolate, and hell of a lot of candy.

"Are you trying to get me on a sugar high?" I joked.

"They'll help," Patrick said. "Trust me, darling. I know what you're going through."

"I'm not doubting that."

Patrick came to sit on the edge of my bed. "You got a TV in here right?"

I pointed to a part of my wall covered in band posters. "Under those."

He stood up and removed the posters to expose a TV.

"Why did you cover it?" He asked.

"I know the difference between real love and the love on TV, dude," I replied. "I don't believe what's on TV. It's just what we want to see."

"So, what do you do with your life?"

"Obsess over people older than me."

"Oh, thanks. I already knew that. I meant, what do you do when you're in here?"

"Internet."

"Yup. Of course. I did something produc-" Patrick shouted, then calmed himself down. "Oh, never mind. You're hurting right now, so I'm not going to say anything."

"Don't you fucking dare."

"I won't... I won't. Okay, sit your ass down, grab some candy; we're going on a sappy movie ride."

"Aye aye, Captain Pat."

I moved some of my blankets for Patrick to sit. He moved his body so they were comfortably situated on my legs, then pressed play on the DVD player remote.

Three hours later, Patrick and I were in tears - but we still had fun, dont get me wrong. We critiqued everything someone wore, the lines that were said, and the fact that I for one wanted a gay love story but Patrick hadnt gotten any.

"You feel better?" Patrick asked, shuffling his body.

I didnt answer. I had fallen asleep.

He stood up, and lightly pressed his lips to my forehead. "Well, uh, sleep well," Patrick said in a warming voice.