A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

The (Shipped) Gold Standard

A/N: You're a year younger than Patrick innthis; he's in his "gap" year and you're in high school. And in this, you are adopted. Your adoptive parents are not good people.

     "Y/N, are you ever going to tell your parents that we're in a relationship?"
I exhaled through my nostrils. "I don't know. They didn't like it when I was friends with you, so why should I?"
"Because you can't keep hiding us from them! They're going to find out sooner or later."
"They don't know that I have a tattoo. They don't know that I'm with you when I say I'm studying at the library. They don't even know I have a job. They will never find out."
"You can't just hide us forever!"
      "We just have to hide until I graduate, 'Trick, okay? I've got a few more weeks and then I'm out of high school."
       "Do you get how hard this is? We've been dating for almost four years now! I want to scream I love you from the top of my lungs, but I'm afraid that someone will hear me! I want to be able to express my love for you, Y/N!"
        "A few more weeks, 'Tricky, and then I'm done with high school. Please, be patient, okay?"
        "I knew it!"
         Patrick and I jumped. My adoptive motherc Joan, stood in the doorway of my bedroom.
         "What the hell?! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!" I snapped.
        "This is my house and I can do what I want! I can't believe you're dating this Patrick boy, you filthy little slut!" Joan hissed."He's too old for you, so you need to stop seeing each other or I'll-"
       "Or you'll what?! You can't control my life! I'm eighteen! I am leaving after graduation!"
       "What is going on in here?!" My adoptive father, Marcus, came up behind my Joan. When he noticed Patrick, he narrowed his eyes. "Get out of my house, you bastard."
     "Don't you dare call him that! Don't you dare insult Patrick ever again or I swear to god I will cut your pathetically small dick off and shove it in your mouth!"
     Marcus's expression was of pure rage."What did you just say?!"
     "Here." Patrick shoved a suitcase in my arms, then pushed Marcus and Joan out of the way."We're leaving and never coming back!" Patrick yelled over his shoulder.
     "Where?! You can't leave, young lady!" Joan screamed.
     "I'm eighteen, I can do whatever the hell I want!"I screamed back.
     "Y/N, I order you to come back to your room this instant," Marcus growled.
     "No. I'm not coming back. I'm leaving and you can't do shit about it, so cry yourself a river, build yourself a bridge, and get the goddamn fuck over it!"
     "Come on, Y/N." Patrick dragged me out the front door. "Give me your suitcase."
     I obliged. He tossed it in the trunk of his car, along with a second one he'd packed me.
     "Thanks for getting me out of there," I said, climbing into the passenger seat.
     "No problem."
     "I don't know where I'm gonna go. I don't have enough cash to stay in a motel for a long period of time. Probably a few weeks with the food and whatnot."
     "You could stay with me," Patrick suggested, turning onto his street.
     "I don't want to be a burden."
     "You wouldn't be one. You're my girlfriend, and I love spending time with you. The more, the better."
     "I don't have a car to get to school or work."
     "I'll take you anywhere you need to go."
     "Are you sure?" I asked.
     Patrick parked, then pulled out my suitcases from the trunk, and unlocked his apartment. I followed him in and locked the door behind us.
      "I'm absolutely positive. It would be amazing to live with you, baby girl."
      I hugged Patrick tightly."Thank you, Pattycakes.You saved my sorry ass."
      "I love your ass," he said, squeezing it."I'd save it anytime."
      "Patrick!" I shrieked.
      "What?" he asked innocently.
      "You very well know what," I replied, kissing him.
      "I know. I also know that you love it when I do that."
     "Bullshit," I scoffed.
     "Don't kid yourself, you love it and you know it."
     "Maybe a little."
      Patrick smirked. "Having you with me is gonna be so much fun," he said, kissing me again.
      "You dirty little man," I muttered."But seriously, thank you. I really appreciate this."
       "It's my pleasure, baby girl."

A/N: That was shitty, I'm really sorry. I've been studying for finals, so I haven't been on Wattpad much. I'll post more often after finals, okay? Be patient, it's only one more week!
Tanto amore,
PhoenixBenzedrine💩💙