A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

From Under The Mistltoe

A/N: Aye, aye, the title, ya see what I did there? 😏 I bet you guys løve me nøw :D
Key: Y/N- Your Name
Y/M/N- Your Mum's Name
Y/D/N- Your Dad's Name
I know there's a lot of you out there that don't have a mum or dad, so just like swap things. And to those of you in that situation... well, I know it doesn't always feel genuine, but I really, truly am sorry

"Mum, I don't want to go to the neighbourhood Christmas party."
"For the last time, dear, you're going. End of story."
"But-"
My mother gave me a warning look. I shut up.
"Will there be anyone my age-ish there?"
"Patricia Stump is bringing her kids."
     "But none of them are my age," I whined.
     "Patrick is."
     "But Patrick's probably going to be hanging out with his crew."
     "You should've invited your friends."
     "They had things to do tonight, Mum. They have lives too." More so than I do, I thought to myself.
     "You're going. We're leaving in five minutes."
     I huffed and stalked off. I didn't mind people I knew. I minded being in a room of people I didn't know. At school, I made friends because they approached me, not the other way around. I hate interaction with the human race if it's not through technology as a rule, but Brendon, Ryan, Dallon, Kenneth, Daniel, Spencer, John, Brent, Gerard, Frank, Bob, Mikey, Ray, Matt, Tyler, and Josh were so insistent upon being my friend that I gave in. Or something like that.
     I stared at my self in my full length mirror. To my mum's horror, I refused to wear the candy cane embellished red sweater I had to wear for my choir concert last week. For our Christmas concerts at school, all of us in the large and small acappella groups were supposed to wear holiday themed clothes. I wore my only holiday sweater, which I also happen to wear every year to my grandparent's for Christmas. I was not going to wear it at a party where I only know, like, ten of the people there. Yeah, I don't get out too much.
     After mulling for hours (take note of the sarcasm) over what to wear, I decided on a maroon short sleeved mid-thigh lengthed dress with a silver buckled black belt, black tights, black suede wedge heels, and a long black coat. My jewerly was a crystal snowflake on a silver chain and matching earrings. My lipstick was maroon as well, my eyeshadow was silver, and my dramatic eyeliner and mascara was black. My nails were painted (surprise, surprise) black. I had spritzed on a bit of vanilla-cinnamon perfume. My black leather purse had my earbuds, my phone, my charger, and my lipstick.
     "Come on, Y/N, let's go!" My mumbshouted from the front door. I rushed downstairs and to the car where she was waiting. I hopped into the fromt seat. A few minutes later, we were at the community center, where are the stupid neighbourhood events were held. When we walked in, Patricia and her family greeted my mum and I.
     "Hello, Y/M/N, hello Y/N! How are you two?"Patricia hugged us both.
"Fine, and you?" I asked politely.
"Good, thank you. Where's Y/D/N?" she asked my mum.
"He had to work tonight."
Patricia and my mum started some boring adult converstation about adult type serious business (anyone get the reference? SERIOUS BUSINESS). I wandered around, looking for a corner to hide in, when someone bumped into me and I nearly fell. A somewhat strong pair of arms caught me around the waist and steadied me. I looked into a pair of gorgeous green-blue eyes flecked with specks of brown, gray, and gold. Only one person I knew had those eyes.
     "H-hi Patrick," I stuttered.
     "H-Hey Y/N." Patrick smiled nervously. I melted."You okay?"
      I meant to say,"I'm good," but it came out sounding like,"Urm ufd." I cleared my throat and tried again. "Ahm, I'm g-good."
     "S-sorry for b-bumping into you."
     "I-It's okay. Uhm, how ya doin?"
     "Fine, h-how about you?"
     "I've, ah, I-I've been b-better, I suppose. B-but I've also b-been w-worse." I found it harder to talk once I realized how close I was to Patrick; our faces were barely inches apart. His breath was warm on my face; it smelled minty.
     "Patrick!"
     Both of our heads snapped up. It was Pete Wentz, Patrick's best friends. Gods of Olympus, he was hot. Just... not as hot as Patrick. But still very, very hot.
     "Woah, is this Y/N?" Pete asked.
     "H-how do you kn-know my n-name?"
      Pete smirked. "Patrick's always staring at you when he sees you. And he constantly talks about you. That's how."
     Both Patrick and I turned red. "Th-that's n-not t-true," Patrick stuttered. "H-he's k-kidding."
     "Honey, believe me, the boy's got it bad for you. I see that the two of you are busy, so I'm going to let you get back to making out." Pete skipped off.
     "I'm going to k-kill him f-for that," muttered Patrick.
     "How? Send an army of chavs after him?" I teased, suddenly gaining confidence. According to Pete, Patrick liked me. As it, like-liked me. The thing was, I felt that way about him. So maybe if I was more confident...
     "Erm..." Patrick turned redder. "Uhm, can we change the topic?"
     "Sure. Do you want to sit down somewhere?"

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Pete, Joe, and Andy had joined Patrick and I. Between the five of us, there was nonstop laughter. They were seriously great guys to hang out with. I was actually kind of sad when I had to go. I exchanged phone numbers with all of them.
"Join us for lunch sometime at school, 'kay?"Pete asked.
"Will do." I smiled.
"Y/N, boys, Patricia and I will be outside," my mom called out before exiting the community center with Patricia. "Don't be too long."
"I won't!" I promised.
"Let's go, guys," Patrick said.
We got up, retrieved our jackets from coat check, and stepped outside.
"Here, I've got the door," Joe said.
"No, no, it's fine, I've got it," Patrick insisted.
"Yeah, Patrick's got it," Pete chuckled with a suspicious glint in his eye.
Patrick seemed to notice his excitement."Yeah, I've got it," he said cautiously.
I walked out last, and Patrick trailed closely behind me.
"Hold it!" Pete ordered."Stay right where you are."
"Dude, why?" Joe asked, beating me to it.
"Look up," said Pete.
Patrick and I obeyed him. Oh, shit, I thought. I forgot that they always hung mistletoe right outside the door. Everyone except for the people that actually wanted to get kissed by their lovers would leave the community center one by one.
"You guys gotta kiss," he said, smirking.
"Uhm, Pete, I don't think-"
Pete cut Patrick off. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Joe and Andy joined him.
Ah, what the hell. I grabbed Patrick's face and kissed him. His lips were warm and soft. When we finally pulled away, both of our faces were red, but we were smiled.
"Yeah! That's how you do it!" They cheered.
"Oh, shut up," I blushed.
"You set us up," Patrick realized. Then he turned to me."Do you, erm, like me?"
"Ah, yes, I do. How about you?"
"I like you too. I didn't think you felt the same way about me."
"Ah, enough with the sappiness! I'm gonna hurl. Just thank the matchmaker," Joe interrupted us.
"Thanks, Pete," I grinned.

A/N: I was going to make it longer, but I think that was a pretty good way to end it. Sorry that was so shitty, I'm not really feelin' the writers' vibe rn, if ya know what I mean. Thanks for reading!
Mucho amor,
PhoenixBenzerine