A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

An Awkwardly Fedorkable Winter Day

A/N: Hey guys! This is the point were the imagines in my petit cahier stop, because now I'm writing from pure scratch right here on Wattpad. If I'm not on Wattpad for a good period of time, then I definately will be writing shitastic imagines in my petit cahier so I can post them once I get back on Wattpad. All ya'll loyal readers and voters and commenters get your imagines, and I get to post and earn reads and votes and comments from all ya'll loyal readers- the system works. Anyway, in this imagine, you and Patrick are cute wittle innocent itty bitty witty high schoowers. Yuh huh- teenagers! Which, by the way, scare the living shit outta me.

     Patrick hung my maroon trench coat in the closet before leading me to the living room/kitchen, where his mum was cooking dinner for her charity event Patrick told me about. Something about feeding the homeless in the spirit of the holidays, or something.
     "Hi Mom, I'm home!"
     "Hello, dear! How was school?"
     "It was fine. All we did was watch movies because tomorrow Winter Break starts. I do have a few projects and other homework to work on, though. Uhm, Mom, this girl here-"Patrick guestured to me"-is Y/N."
     "Oh, the famous Y/N!" Mrs.Stump exclaimed."Patrick has told me so much about you! You're even more beautiful than he described! It's so nice to finally meet you!"
     "Thank you," I said. "It's nice to meet you too. You have a lovely home, Mrs. Stump.
     "Thank you darling!" Mrs.Stump said."And please, call me Patricia. Mrs.Stump is my mother."
     "Will do," I said.
     Just then, his siblings, Megan and Kevin, came out of the garage with bins labeled Christmas Deco.
"Is this your girlfriend Patrick?" asked Megan.
"Uhm, no, she's just my... friend."
"With the way you talk about her, I'd figure she's more than your friend." Kevin smirked.
"I don't say anything bad about you," Patrick promised me.
"You can definately trust him on that," Kevin said."Y/N's so pretty, Y/N's so smart, Y/N has the neatest handwriting ever!"
Patrick turned bright red and tugged on his shirt collar nervously.
"Y/N has the best voice in our choir class, like a chorus of angels singing, her laugh sounds like a hundred bells ringing-" Megan began.
"Were you reading my poetry journal?!" Patrick's eyes widened in disbelief.
"No..." Megan giggled and ran off.
"You guys should get going on your homework!"Mrs.Stump chimed in (with a haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door? NO! [Don't look at me like that, you know you're going to comment that part and finish the lyrics])."You don't want to do work over break, now do you?"
"Erm, no... so, we'll, uh, head on upstairs," Patrick mumbled.
"Before you go," Kevin said, handing Patrick a box. I nearly busted a gut trying to keep from lauging for Patrick's same. (Oh, for Pete's sake!)
"Kevin!" He shrieked. "Oh god, I don't want these!" He tossed the box of condoms at him.
"But you'll need them when you have sex. Didn't you already take health? Patrick, you should know better," Kevin chided. "You could get Y/N pregnant and then you'd-"
"Ohh-kayy, let's go," I said, grabbing Patrick's hand before dragging him to his room. When we got upstairs, I shut the door behind us.
"I am so so-" Patrick began to apologize.
I put my finger to his lips and smiled."It's okay. I know what it's like to have siblings that embarress you in front of the opposite gender. And that thing that Megan was saying before you flipped out- was it a poem?"
Patrick turned firetruck red. "Uhm, yes?"
"Can I hear the entire thing?"
"It's not done, but here." Patrick handed me a notebook already opened to the page.

She has the best voice in choir class
It's as if an angel was singing
Everytime I hear her laugh
It reminds of the sound of a hundred bells ringing
To Be Finished Later...

"Patrick, this is really good! If you don't mind me asking, who'd you write it about?"
"Erm... you."
"Really?" A warm blush spread across my face and neck.
     "Um, y-yeah."
     "Aww!!!" I threw my arms around Patrick. "That's so sweet! Thank you," I cooed, kissing his cheek."Um, sorry."
     "It's okay. D-do w-want to s-start on homework?"
     "Sure."

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     Hours later, we slammed out pencils down. I practically collapsed in Patrick. I rested my head on hip lap. "We're done."
     "Finally." Patrick finger combed my hair. "What do you want to do now?"
     "I dunno. What time is it?"
     "Um, eleven thirteen."
     "Ah, shit, I've gotta get home." I stood up, put on my trench coat, and swung my backpack over my shoulder.
     "Where do you live? Sorry if that sounded creepy."
     I giggled."I get what you mean. I live a few blocks away."
     "Let me walk you."
     "Aw, you don't have to."
     "Look, I know I don't offer much protection, but it's not safe for you to be walking around Chicago in the middle of the night."
     "But then you'd be walking home alone in the middle of the night, and that's not safe," I mocked.
      "Haha, let me rephrase that. It's not safe for a girl to be walking around Chicago in the middle of the night. It's true and you know that. And it would be rude to let you walk home alone anyway."
     "Oh, fine, you stubborn boy."
     We walked part of the way in silence.
     "The lights are beautiful," I said. It was Christmastime and all the houses were decorated.
     "Not as beautiful as you," Patrick murmured.
     "You're too sweet." I blushed, switching shoulders; my backpack was extremely heavy.
     "Here, allow me." Patrick took my backpack.
     "You don't have to do that."
     "I insist." He smiled at me; I melted.
     "Why the hell it so cold out here?" I complained.
     "It's winter, night time, and we're Chicago, you silly goose."
     "But it doesn't have to be so cold."
     Patrick put his arm around me."Is that better?"
     I blushed brighter red. If it was light out, he would've been able to tell. "Yeah. Here, this is my house." We walked to my porch together. I opened the front door and tossed my backpack inside."Thank you Patrick for walking me home."
     "No problem. It was my pleasure. Keep in touch over break with me, okay?"
      "Will do," I assured him. "Also, one more thing." I grabbed Patrick's face and kissed him. His lips were somehow really warm. He slipped his arms around my waist and kissed me back.
     When we finally pulled away, he squeaked,"You like me?"
     "Very much."
     "I, uhm, like you too. I gotta, uh, get home. I'll see you around. Erm, night, Y/N." Patrick quickly kissed my lips before shutting the door behind him.
     "Night, Patrick," I whispered softly. I knew he couldn't here me because he had already left. I knew that this wouldn't be our last time spent together. It was the start of something new.

A/N: I wrote ya'll a cutsie little imagine. Sucked, didn't it? Anyway, I have tons of homeowkr to make up because I was sick. I probably won't be on Wattpad a lot the first few days of Winter Break. I gots to goes. Thanks for reading!!! And Happy Holidays!!!

Mucho amor,
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