Patrick Stump Imagines

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A/N: A Little Less Sad Imagines, A Little More Fluff by Everyone Who Reads This Book. (Also, enjoy the picture above).

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• Your POV •

"Come on, (Y/N). It'll be fun. All you have to do is sneak out," Pete bugged me. Tonight was another one of those nights where he just wanted to take the whole squad out-illegally-in the middle of the night just to hang out in a dark park with only pizza as the only thing edible. We've got caught before by his own parents, but disregarded it since they knew that we were old enough to make our own decisions, after all, Pete was 36 and he had a career. Though I will never forget their faces when they saw us escaping. I was so ashamed of myself that I almost cried, and promised that we would never do that immature act again. But I guess Pete's breaking that promise now.

"No thanks, I choose life. I don't want to get caught anymore." I slowly closed the window he opened to call me, but he pushed it open once again.

"We'll tell your parents we're working on a new song." His grin was doing a successful job into luring me into his trap, but I resisted myself.

"Come on, everyone knows I don't work with Fall Out Boy," I replied sassily. He stuck out his tongue in defeat, but then brightened up as if he had an idea, and I'm pretty sure he did.

"Patrick's coming," he slowly said. Damn, he knew my weakness so well. He knew that I had a crush on Patrick for the longest time, and every time he had the chance to tease me about it, he would. But never did I guess that he'll use it for this.

"Fine," I sighed, giving into his plan. "I better not get caught or I'll break your neck in two, Wentz."

He shook his head playfully. "You won't. Come on!"

We both climbed out of the window and looked below us. My room was on the third floor, so we had to jump, which I was afraid of doing. "No thanks, I'll pass," I said as I crawled back in my room, but Pete pulled my leg and put me back on the ledge.

"Just jump. You'll be safe." He pushed me towards the edge as I took a deep breath.

"I swear, Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III, if I die, I will haunt you every night that your memes will run away from you," I threatened as I closed my eyes and jumped. I screamed as I fell, but a soft pair of arms caught me on my way down.

I opened my eyes for them to meet my hero's, and I was surprised at who I saw-Patrick.

His eyes were locked on mine as I was still shivering in fear. He let me down on the ground and helped me regain my balance. "Glad I caught you," he said in a deep voice. I instantly recognized who he was mocking, and hit him playfully.

"Now's not the time to be all-Frozen like, Pat. Besides, you lost your sideburns years ago," I scolded him. He pouted as I finally managed to walk properly. Pete fell moments after, getting caught by Andy.

"My hero," Pete jokingly said as Andy dropped him on the ground and stuck out his tongue. The rest of us laughed as we climbed out through the back door, trying not to leave a mark that we were escaping in the middle of the night.

There, Pete's car was parked. I looked over at Joe who was already glaring at me. We both wanted to sit on the front seat of the car, so I called shotgun and raced him to the front seat, which I successfully won.

"Oh, come on, (Y/N). Let me sit there for once." He was referring to the other times we did this before we got caught by Pete's parents. I stuck my tongue out at him as he defeatedly walked to the back seat of the car. I closed the car door, grinning successfully. My moment of victory was interrupted by Pete tapping on the window.

I rolled the window down grumpily. "What?"

"Go to the driver's seat. Patrick called shotgun before you and Joe did." He opened the car door, but I whined in protest.

"But why can't you drive?" I asked, stomping my foot like a toddler. He sighed and carried me to the front seat. "Put me down!"

He managed to make me sit on the driver's seat, buckle my seatbelt and turn the car on. "Thanks, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed as he kissed my forehead playfully.

I pouted at his act. "No thanks, Pete."

Patrick came shortly inside, slightly grinning. I waited for the rest of the boys to get in, and started driving to our secret hangout.

I felt a light nudge on my side and turned to see that it was Pete, holding three of his own albums and making puppy eyes. As far as I love these four idiots, I didn't like playing their songs when they're in front of me. Don't get me wrong, I love their songs to death, but it just feels really awkward to listen to them right in front of who made the song. They already knew this, and would laugh at me every time they remembered it.

"No, Pete. Not today." I shot my eyes back on the road as he ignored my words and went through the gap between the driver's and passenger's seat and put American Beauty/American Psycho inside. I heaved a sigh as the trumpets in Irresistible started playing, causing Pete to start up an adrenaline rush.

"COMING IN UNANNOUNCED," he screamed as he rolled down the window, allowing the moonlight to shine more on us, "DRAG MY NAILS ON THE TILE," he put his head out on the road as the four of us covered our ears, trying to prevent his velociraptor-like screaming from making us deaf.

"PETE! SHUT UP!" Joe screamed, putting the song on pause causing Pete to get inside the car and pout.

"Wait, what about..." I transferred the song to Centuries, one song I knew that they hated even if it was their song.

"MAKE IT STOP! IT'S TERRIBLE!" Pete said as he frantically tried to change the song. I nodded my head victoriously, but stopped with the car when we hit the side of the highway. "What happened?"

"I think the car broke down." I heaved a sigh as Pete and Andy went down to check on the car, leaving me, Joe and Patrick behind. I heard a cough from the back seat, seeing that only Joe was there.

He sighed, then gave me a smirk. "I'll leave you two alone."

To be continued...