Patrick Stump Imagines

Calm Before The Storm

A/N: (Y/F/N) means 'your full name'. Also, thank you for 22K, you guys! I wish you enjoy this mini imagine-series as a thank you gift from me. :)

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• Patrick's POV •

I sat outside my front window, staring blankly at the moon. My small legs were dangling over the edge as I looked over at the party happening downstairs. I couldn't bear to be with those people; all rowdy and reckless. I was the complete opposite.

Another knock came on my door, not even waiting for me to answer. "Dude, you need to come down. We're going to smash Joe in the face with a cake. Come on!" my best friend, Pete, invited with a desperate tone. "You're missing out on a lot."

"I'll pass." I sighed. "I'd like to see him actually get smashed with a pastry, but not now."

Pete ran a hand through his hair. "Alright. See you later, dork."

I smiled as he closed the door. Maybe he was right; I was probably missing out on a lot. And I did feel out of placed. So why don't I join?

I went inside my room and headed downstairs, but I accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh my gosh," the person exclaimed. "I am so, so, so, so, so sorry."

I lifted myself up along with my trucker hat that fell with me. "It's fine. I'm not injured."

"Good. For a second there, I thought I accidentally killed you," she—or as I guessed—helped me continue to get up. I shoved my hat on my head and pushed my glasses up, observing what she looked like.

She had (Y/H/C) hair that blended in perfectly with her (Y/E/C) eyes. I eyed her for a few more seconds before stretching my hand out.

"Patrick. Patrick Stump," I said, introducing myself. She smiled and shook my hand.

"(Y/N). (Y/F/N)." She looked around and took my hand immediately, dragging me across and hiding behind a wall. I was completely perplexed and alerted, so I pulled my arm away before she could do anything else.

"What was that for?" I whispered. Well, if she was hiding, I respected that. She was probably going to shush me if I spoke loudly.

"I'm not allowed to be seen by anyone in this party." She looked around once again and decided that the coast was clear. We headed off into the backyard as she requested me to sit down. I knew that this story was going somewhere.

She introduced herself once again as we got to know each other more, laughing simultaneously at my jokes and discussing deep and sappy stuff. Pete walked in on our scene, a bottle of beer occupying his right hand.

"Patrick, who are you talking to?" he asked as he took another sip. "You're alone."

"I'm not. I'm with (Y/N)," I argued. He made a confused face as he sipped again.

"The air. You're talking to the air. Now, go inside." He walked back inside and shut the sliding door aside. He was well hung into this party but I was hanging up. I couldn't relate to anything except for (Y/N).

Speaking of her, she tapped my shoulder lightly and smiled. "Hey. Is it okay that I tell you something?"

"What?"

Her smile disappeared. "It's confidential, and I hope you only keep this to yourself." She leaned in towards my ear and started whispering words that I never though that I'd hear.

To be continued...