A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

Who Created This Mess? The Donuts, You Or Me? Part One

There was a loud clang on my window. I turned down my music, opened my window, and looked down. It was my best friend, Patrick.
"Hey, Y/N!" Patrick called from my front yard.
"Hey, Pat-"
"Don't call me Pat."
"-what brings you here?"
"My legs!"
"Smart ass," I huffed."What's up?"
"Can I come in?"
"Of course you can, doofus. I'll be downstairs in a sec."
I ran downstairs and opened the front door to let Patrick in before locking it behind him.
"I brought donuts!" Patrick announced, holding up a pink pastry box.
"Holy smokes, are you serious?"
Patrick nodded and opened the box; sure enough, there were assorted donuts.
     "Oh my god, I love you!" I jumped into his arms.
     Patrick chuckled and hugged me back."Love you too, Y/N."
I wish it wasn't brotherly love. I wish he felt the same way about me as I him, I thought sadly.
     "Shall we go to your room and have a donut eating contest?"Patrick suggested with a grin.
     "Oh, you're on!"

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     "Ugh, I'm stuffed," I groaned, slumping against Patrick.
     Patrick chuckled and put his arm around me. Goddamnit, why is every sound he makes so freakin' fedorkable?! "You did eat 12 1/2 donuts."
     "And every bite was delicious and so worth it."
     "Because..."
     "Because I won!" I cried happily, throwing my hamds up in the air.
     "By half a donut,"Patrick muttered.
     "Sore loser."
     "Am not!"
     "Are too!"
     "Am not!"
     "Are not!"
     "Are too!"
     "Haha, I tricked you!"
     Patrick stuck his tongue out at me. I did so back.
     "You've still got frosting and sprinkles on your face," Patrick pointed out.
     "What?! Where?!"
     "I'll show you where."
     Patrick cupped my face with his warm hands, leaned in, and kissed me. Although I could feel the butterflies awakening in my stomach, I recoiled in shock, my face ruby red from his touch and my eyes the size of the moon. Patrick looked... upset? Annoyed? Horrified? Flabberghasted? Patrick got up and ran off.
     "Patrick, wait!" I called out. I ran after him, but by the time I made it downstairs, he was long gone. I went back to my bedroom and locked the door before putting on an old t-shirt that used to belong to Patrick until he gave it to me one night I had stayed over at his place, and a clean pair of underwear. The shirt still smelled like him. I curled up on my bed and started crying.
I wish I hadn't pulled away.

A/N: Chillax, guys, there's gonna be another part. Last night, a great man died: rest in peace, David Bowie. You will be remembered for Centuries.
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P.S. Excuse the pathetic title, I couldn't think of anything better.