A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

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

School was hell with Patrick ignoring me. The entire week after the incident, Pete and Joe and Andy would hang out with me and Patrick. The three boys spoke to the both of us, but there wasn't a peep from Patrick directed towards me. The few times I'd tried approaching him about it, he walked in the other direction. I was getting seriously sick of it, so that Friday, I gave it one last shot in hope of saving our friendship.
     I had my last class with the boys— band. Today was a free period, as it was the last day before Thanksgiving break. The moment the bell rang, I ran up to Patrick and tapped him on the shoulder."Patrick, please talk to me."
     He kept walking.
     "Please, Patrick, I don't want this to go on any longer!"
     Nothing.
     "Patrick Martin Stumph, I swear to-"
     Patrick pivoted on his heel and angrily walked back towards me. I backed up in fear, straight into a corner. No one was around but us; no one would be able to see if anything happened.
    "Do you know why I've been ignoring you? I've been ignoring you because you didn't recieve the kiss well. It hurt, but I figured that you didn't like me or whatever, so I've been ignoring you! I don't want to, but if it's going to be awkward for us... I can't handle a messed-up friendship, okay?! I... I can't... I can't do this." Patrick ran away. Again.
     I gritted my teeth and ran after him. Goddamnit, why the hell is he so goddamn fast?!
     As soon as he unlocked his car, I jumped into the passenger seat. Once he noticed me, he narrowed his eyes. "Get out of my car."
     "Not until we discuss this. You're going to stop being a coward. You're going to chill out and talk to me about this like the mature eighteen year olds we are, understood?"
     "Whatever," he huffed.
     "I pulled away because I was shocked. I didn't know you had feelings for me. You had always expressed our relationship as nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. I've always loved you, recently as more than just a friend, but I didn't tell you because I didn't think you'd feel the same way."
     "Right. Like I'm supposed to believe that."
     "Patrick, come on, please, you have to believe me," I begged, tears spilling from my eyes."I-"
     "I don't want to hear it. Just go."
     "Just go!"
     I stared at him with puppy dog eyes. "Patrick... please..."
     "Oh my gosh, Y/N, what is it that you don't understand about go?!"
    "Patrick, please, you're being unreasonable. Listen-"
     "Y/N, I said go! Get out of my damn car!"
     I bit back a string of choice words, got out of his car, and ran to my car, where I curled up in the trunk and sobbed.
     I am the tear in Patrick's heart. Patrick is the Tear In My Heart. Why, oh why did I pull away? Why can't everything just go back to normal?