Patrick Stump Imagines

7 Minutes In Heaven

A/N: I've had this imagine stuck in my phone for the longest time but I didn't get to finish it because of writer's block. Enjoy, though.

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• Patrick's POV •

I laid down on the mattress with the girl whom volunteered to come home with me after the tiring night at the bar.

We were both naked, symbolizing what happened. And I did it not because of my love for her. Heck, I didn't even know who she was.

I did it because of my love for this other girl, who's been working at the same place I'm working at. I've always wanted to take her out, but she might say no. So, I've settled for someone whom I never knew and had it with her, thinking that it was (Y/N).

Yep. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Well, at least in my imagination, (Y/N) Stumph. She's the most beautiful, most caring, most charming girl I've ever seen, and I'll be doing everything I can just to get-

I'm not the desperate type.

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I woke up, seeing that the girl last night has already left. I sighed and put my clothes on, walking towards the stairs where I saw Pete, my best friend, enjoying my couch.

"Hey, Pete. What's up?" I asked. He glanced at me with a smile, then stood, examining my clothes in the process.

"Dress nicely. I'm bringing you somewhere tonight. You seriously need someone to take care of you, Stumph. That chick that you slept with last night got a stupid song I wrote about her, I mean, seriously. She was annoying. You need a real partner, and not a different girl to sleep with you every night," he said as if he was disgusted. I raised an eyebrow at him at his description.

"Sounds like you're describing yourself."

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As promised, Pete picked me up at nearly 7PM, dressed as the opposite attire he told me.

I clicked the door open, revealing a casually-dress Pete Wentz. I eyed him disgustingly with a grin on his face. "What's with the attire, Wentz?"

"I don't have to dress nicely. It's my place. You, on the other hand," he motioned at my outfit, "is required to dress up like that."

"Are you sure that whoever this girl is is going to appreciate this?" I asked. He nodded furiously and we both went into his car, closing the door behind me.

After about a 15-minute ride, we arrived at this place which was basically glowing with all the flickering lights coming from the inside. It looked like a bar.

"Here? Seriously?" I eyed Pete, who ignored my comment and dragged me inside the club, locking the car in the process. He shook his head and the both of us went upstairs to the second floor of the bar, which seemed a little like a house.

It was silent, and the band with three other people were sitting on the corner, all busy with whatever type of technology they'd prefer. I plastered a crooked smile while Pete introduced all of them, me suddenly getting uncomfortable.

"Guys, how about we play 7 Minutes In Heaven?" Joe asked as he stood and got an empty beer bottle from under his chair.

"Last time we did this, we had a make-out session," I heard Andy whisper to himself. Most of us probably heard him, because the whole room burst into laughter.

I scanned the room, still crookedly smiling and my eyes landed on (Y/N) who was now talking to Joe.

I was determined to get to know her.