Patrick Stump Imagines

An Unexpected 'Gift'

I hoped I would never see her again, but there she was standing outside my door. Why she was there? I never wanted to know, but I'm to nice if a person to not ask. She shouldn't be coming back to me with her problems. She never deserved me. My ex-girlfriend. My ex-fiancé. Y/F/N.

When I hoped my door that Christmas, I was hoping it'd be one of my best friends; but no, it was the one person who ruined my entire life. She wanted me to help her, but what could I do? I wanted her to go the hell away. After 3 years, I finally got my life in order, and was finally happy. Then here she comes, hoping I'll forgive her for the heart ached she caused me, and hoping I'll take her back.

-That Christmas-

Why the guys tasked me with having a Christmas party? I'll never know. I'm not the best cook, but I'm not bad. My house has never been the cleanest, either. They should be here soon, but I'm hoping that the light snow outside delayed them. Maybe their kids wanted to play before they came over. But my wish wasn't received. There was a knocking coming from my front door. I sighed, setting down the small ham I just took out of the oven, and jogged towards the door. Time for the party to begin.

I plastered on my best smile as I opened the door, thinking it was one of my best friends, but it wasn't. My smile fell as soon as I saw her face. Her glistening eyes filled with tears, and her h/c flowing from the light wind. She looked up at me, a pathetic grin on her face.

"Y/N. What a surprise..." I said in the most monotone, professor sounding voice I've heard come from me. Her smile fell once my voice hit her ears, knowing I was not happy to see her.

"Patrick... I know you never wanted to see me again, and that I'm the last person you'd want to see... B-but I need your help, your comfort... You're f-forgiveness," Y/N sobbed, trying to not fall apart in front of me.

I chuckled, "Well, you're not wrong. You're the last thing I want to see underneath the tree." It looked like she was just stabbed 10 times from the look in her eye. I guess she hoped I still had something for her.

"P-Patrick please... I'm sorry for everything I've caused you. I n-never should have left you like I did. M-my husband-"

"Woah woah woah," I cut her off. "You're husband? You mean Mr. Perfect? The guy you left me for? I don't care about him. I don't care about what he's done to you, since what ever he's done to you can't be worse then what you did to me.."

"Patrick, Please!" She screamed at me. It was more of a pleading scream, though. "Please... Take me back... Help me get away from him..." Tears fell from her eyes as she asked me to take her back. Was I going to?

"Well... Maybe I would, but you never wanted the nice boys." The pain in her eyes grew larger, but if she never wanted this to happen, she'd never have left me. I gave her everything she ever needed.

"Please... I'll give you anything you want... Just.. Help me." Y/N pleaded with me.

"Heh, and all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me before you bury yourself alive with everything that's coming at you. I stayed up all night, waiting by the phone every night waiting for you to come back. I'm glad you didn't come home for Christmas three years ago, because I've had the time of my life without you. Bye, Y/N." I told her off. No way was I letting her back into my life, just to destroy it again. I began to close the door on her before her foot stopped me. I glared at her, her giant watery e/c orbs staring back at me with sorrow and pain.

"Patrick... Just give me something! Please! It's Christmas for fucks sake!" Y/n screamed at me. My lips formed a straight line, and my hands went for my wallet in my pocket. I looked through my wallet, and pulled out a ten dollar bill, crumpling it up and throwing it at her. I put my wallet away and started to close the door again.

"Merry Christmas, I could care less." I said to her before the door shut.

DAYUUUM. I actually really liked writing this one! Happy Holidays!~