A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

Who Created This Mess? The Donuts You Or Me? Part Three

     I was still crying in the trunk of my car. Don't judge me; there's enough space for me and my self pity, so it's the perfect place to feel sorry for yourself.
    I texted my mom so she wouldn't flip out. I felt bad for lying, but I wasn't going to tell her what really going on.

Me: Mom, I'm at school, I'm working on a project w/my partner. I won't be home for a little while longer. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner.

Mom: It's okay, Y/N. See you when you get home❤️. Be safe

Me: Holy smokes you know what emojis are?!😱

Mom: 😑Just get back to work

I took a few deep breaths and slumped against the wall of my car. I plugged my headphones into my iPod Nano and selected Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Green Day.

I walk a lonely road
The only road that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone...

     A persistent banging sound interrupted my amazing song. I peeked out the window. It was Patrick. I climbed iver the seats to the drivers' side and got out of my car. "What do you want?" I snarled.
     "Y/N, you have to hear me out."
     "Y/N, you have to hear me out," I mimicked."Hmm, those words sound familiar. Oh wait, I said something like that to you, like, an hour ago, and you ran away, so maybe I should do the same. Does that sound like a good plan to you, or are you going to be hyppocritical and say no?"
     "Look, I know you hate me, but will you at least listen to what I have to say?"
     I crossed my arms defiantly and leaned against my car."And why should I?"
     "I love you, and you know deep down in your huge heart of gold that you love me too."
     My heart fluttered at his words."Fine. Talk."
     "First off, I'm sorry I kissed you without your permission. We weren't dating and wasn't for a play, so I had no right to do that without you giving me your word that it was okay with you.
     Second, I'm sorry for running out on you. I should've been mature and stayed behind. If I had, we would've talked and it most likely would've worked out.
     Third, I'm sorry for ignoring you all week. I know you've been Stressed Øut lately because you don't know what college you're going to, and the last thing you needed was your best friend not to be there.
     Fourth and finally, I'm sorry for being such an asshole to you when you tried talking to me earlier today. I should've been mature and heard you out, but my feelings and basically everything were just... messed up. Of course, that's absolutely not an excuse for how I treated you.
     I'm really, really sorry for everything I did wrong on and for causing problems in the first place. I'm sorry for being a stupid, immautre asshole. You didn't deserve the way I was treating you. You never have, you didn't then, and you certainly never will. I understand completely if I've screwed everything up between us and you want absolutely nothing to do with me ever again.
     I want to be friends again at the very least, and at the most, I want us to be boyfriend and girlfriend. I understnad if you're not ready, or you just don't want that. I understand whatever you choose. Just... don't forget that I'm really, incredibly ever-so-sorry."Patrick pivoted on his heel and began walking away.
     The war in my head began.

Make him come back.
No, let him walk away.
No! You love him! Tell him that!
You don't know if he'll screw up again, maybe even worse. Better to be safe than sorry.
NO! HE IS YOUR TRUE LOVE!

     I listened to my head instead of my heart. I let him walk away, with tears flowing from my eyes.

You should'nt've let him walk away. Now he's the best you'll never have. He was your picket fence, and you let him walk away. But don't Panic! No, not yet. You might have another chance. If you make the right choice and follow your heart.

A/N: Chillax, there will be a part four! I'm so mean for creating suspense hahahahahahahhahahhahahahahhahahaha