A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

I Love You Part One

I rang the doorbell of Patrick's house. The door flung open almost immediately. Patrick pulled me inside without a word."Holy smokes, Y/N, you're sopping wet! Why aren't you wearing a raincoat?! Gosh, you must be freezing!" Patrick dragged me upstairs and pulled out a Twenty Øne Piløts sweatshirt and gray sweatpants from his dresser and handed them to me."Take a shower right now."
"I don't have a clean bra or underwear," I protested.
"You left some here in case you stay over night, remember?" Patrick handed me a bra and underwear.
"Well, aren't you just Mr. Prepared?"
"Go take a shower."

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"Here." Patrick held a spoonful a soup to my mouth."Eat."
I obliged."Thank you."
"I can't believe you came here without a raincoat," Patrick grumbled, feeding me another spoonful."It's pouring out there, and the last thing you need is pnemonia or something. I don't want you leaving the house when it's raining without a coat, understood?"
"Yes, sir," I giggled.
"I'm serious,"Patrick muttered, giving me another spoonful.
"I can feed myself, hon, it's okay," I told him.
"I've got it. You just relax and thank your lucky stars that you're not sick."
"That's only because my best friend just took me in. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
We sat in silence as Patrick fed me the rest of my soup. When I finished, he placed the empty bowl in his sink, ran upstairs, and came back down with blankets and pillows.
"Let's build a fort!" Patrick exclaimed.
When we finished, we turned on the only lantern in the fort, which gave it a dim glow.
"So, what was it you wanted to tell me?" I asked, facing him.
"It can wait. What do you want to do?"
"We could play a board game," I suggested.
"Scrabble!"
"Monopoly!"
"Rock, paper, scissors, best of three, winner's pick."
I rolled my eyes."Isn't it always winner's pick?"
"Is that sass I hear?"
"Yep," I replied, popping the p. "Problem with that?"
"Yes. I am the sass master. I am King Sasstrick."
"Well, I've taken over the kingdom, because I'm sassier."
"No one is sassier than me!" Patrick exclaimed."I rule the people of Sassland!"
"You've been over thrown by yours truly."
Patrick narrowed his eyes and smirked."I don't think so."
Patrick grabbed me and began tickling my stomach.
"P-Patrick, st-stop it!" I shrieked.
"Not until you give me back the throne!"
"Never!"
Patrick dug his thumbs into my sides, and I yelped."Oh m-my Elton J-John, c-cut it out!"
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound if my own sass."
"P-Patrick!" I laughed as he poked at my neck."S-Stop it already!"
"Give me back the throne!"
"F-fine! It's all yours!"
"Good girl." Patrick stopped tickling me.
I straddled him and rested my head against his chest. Patrick stroked my hair with one hand and rubbed my back with the other. We're just friends, I reminded myself.
"I love you so much," Patrick murmured.
Maybe I spoke too soon. I sat up."What?"
"I didn't say anything."
"You just said you loved me!"
Surprisingly enough, I could see the ruby red blush spreading across Patrick's face."Did I say that out loud?"

A/N: Haha, I'm so mean, I decided to end that with a cliffhanger. I learned from Uncle Rick, the King Of Cliffhangers. I'm the Queen of Sarcasm and Smart Ass Remarks, by the way. Don't worry, there's a part two! Stay awesome my Stumplets!
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