Patrick Stump Imagines

I Was Made For Loving You

• Your POV •

I walked down the halls. Today was the first day of class, which meant the end of freedom. Well, at least I'd get to actually socialize with people after three months of Tumblr.

Room 201, I thought to myself. There were millions of lockers everywhere, and surprisingly unlike the cliché love stories there are, there were no random teenagers making out in the hallway with their tongue down the other's throat. It was unbelievably quiet.

My thoughts were drained when I bumped into a person of whose name or appearance I didn't quite catch. He apologized under his breath and picked his books up and ran to wherever his destination was. I wanted to scold him and teach him a lesson on not actually helping people you've bumped, but decided not to since I wanted a nice, clean reputation.

I opened the door to 201 and sat in front, not even bothering to look around. I knew that the class was just a bunch of stereotypical people; emo here, indie there, some rich girl there, that one cliché bad boy in stories somewhere basically having sex with the captain of the cheerleader team and the nerd in one seat that no one acknowledges.

Wait... the nerd looked a lot like the guy that bumped into me.

I put my stuff down and walked to his desk. His head was down, looking at some worksheet while his hands were answering whatever was written. I cleared my throat which made him look at me, and there I knew that I couldn't scold him nor even offend him.

He had blonde hair that was remarkably messy with black-rimmed glasses covering his blue eyes while he was wearing a red cardigan with some band tee under. I'd admit; he looked cute.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for bumping you," I said, not expecting the words to come out. As if on cue, the bell rang and sent me off to my seat, probably leaving Nerdie confused.

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I walked out of my last class, passing by many students that were taking stuff out of their lockers. I set foot inside the music room as appointed by my music teacher because I failed, but only one guy was there.

It was Nerdie the Blonde. He was writing something while his black guitar was on his lap, him strumming gently onto it while I could tell he was doing it with both professional and romantic passion.

I backed out, but his eyes caught me and I froze. "Hi," I greeted.

"Hey. What's your name?"

He was honestly more confident that what I'd thought, which was good. "(Y/N)."

"Well, (Y/N). You shouldn't be here."

My eyebrows furrowed in slight annoyance. "Why?"

"This place is practically mine, and unless you want to mess with me, get out."

"Jesus, Nerd. Chill."

I continued backing out and slammed the door, stomping my feet to imitate footsteps going away when in reality I was still listening to what he was playing.

"Oh, random girl. I've finally found your name. (Y/N). A name I've never heard before yet seems so familiar. Could this be love at first sight?"

He strummed something on his guitar, making my heart melt with his words.

"I was made for loving you, even though we may be hopeless hearts just passing through," he sang soulfully. I knew this wasn't going to be my last encounter with him.