fall out boy imagines.

The run away

That's it, now you've done it. After that last fight your parents finally kicked you out, which your still not certain is a bad thing. You grabbed the biggest bookbag you had and stuffed it with cloths, whatever money you had saved and your toothbrush. Now here you are walking along side this dusty highway for God knows how long. The sun beating down on your face, regretting not bringing a hat but knowing you can't go back now. They finally had enough of you and you finally had enough of them.

The art of hitchhiking is something you have never mastered, well it's also something you never needed to. It was harder than the movies and TV shows made it look. You refused to go with some sleezy guy in a truck and all the decent people refused to pick up some bum on the side of the road. Yes in other words, you were screwed.

After a few hours of sticking your thumb out at passing cars you were about to give up and head to nearest exit when you heard a horn blare so loud it made you jump. Turning to see a rusty old van with a travel trailer attached to it heading your way.

You looked around thinking maybe they were honking at something else when the van pulled up right next to you. Just great you thought. One move and you were gone, no one would look for you, it would be like you never existed. That should have made you afraid but instead you were just tired, mentally accepting the fate you could have.

"Hey you need help!" Called the voice of a boy with a bad red dye job and a tan face. He had stuck his head out of the passanger seat window and was smiling a too big of a smile at you. You debated telling him no, but he seemed nice enough and around your age. Plus who else was going to give you a ride?

"Um sure if your okay with it." You called back and his smile believe it or not got even bigger. You couldn't help but return it, honestly he was cute.

"No problem. Hey Patrick wake the fuck up and open the door!" He yelled behind him and soon enough the back door swung open and another boy peaked his head through and yawned. He was paler than his friend and had pretty eyes and blondish hair that frames around his face. You reluctantly scooted inside next to Patrick, he was shorter sitting down but smiled at you shyly and gave you some space.

The van was a wreak. Empty bags and cans littered the floor, magazine's with pictures you wish you could unsee on them were scattered as well. Plus it smelled of rotten milk and dead cats. A dump but you oddly felt relieved, they were just a couple of kids like you on there own it seemed.

"Hey what's your name cutie." The tan one who went back to driving asked.

"Y/N what about you?"

"Pete and that's Patrick. Andy and Joe passed out in the back, those bastards we were supposed to be taking turns." He said and glared at Patrick who laughed and shook his head.

"You offered to drive first, you knew the consequences." Patrick stated, still smiling but leaning against the window tiredly. Here you were in a shady van with four strange guys yet instead of being afraid you were relived for the company.

"So... What are you guys doing out here together anyway?" You asked trying to make conversation.

"We got a gig in Pennsylvania, so that's where we are headed. You can stay as long as you want, sorry for the smell though." Pete said and turned to look back at you. He smiled again and you felt yourself smiling back, that asshole is the kind of asshole that knows he's cute. And you hate those kind of assholes, but you couldn't help yourself.