Patrick Stump Imagines

Enough Is Enough

G/N/N- Gender Neutral Name (like Erin, Chris... Others...)

We used to talk every night, him and I. You know, the days before I discovered who I really am. The days I wasn't exactly happy with myself; being confused all the time, not knowing if I liked someone or not, not knowing who I was. The days before I knew I was, 100%, gender-fluid.

I don't know what suddenly changed in him. Whenever I talked to him about not knowing my sexuality or gender, he always said he'd be there no matter who I was. But here I am. Alone. Well, not completely alone. I still have other friends who have been here with me every step of the way, but without Patrick there, it feels like I am alone.

I wish he just told me why he left, instead of ignoring me everyday at school, and all my calls and texts. What did I do? Is he actually against me being gender-fluid? What happened? I'm finding out as soon as possible.

-After School the Next Day-

My feet swiftly glided across the tile floor of the school. I had to beat him to his car. We needed to sort all this out. I ran past all the students standing in the middle of the hall, or going through their lockers, and out the main entrance. My eyes darted around the parking lot to find Patrick's red pick-up truck. And there it is, with Patrick feet away from it. I took in a deep breath, and took off as fast as my feet could take me. Luckily, I was actually kinda fast because here I am now, on the ground with Patrick under me, his blue eyes wide with surprise and then fear. Wait, fear?

"G-G/N/N?" Patrick stuttered from under me, struggling to get out. I let out a sigh, getting up myself, then helping him up. "Listen, I gotta go. Se-"

"Wherever the hell YOU'RE going, I'm going with. We need to talk." I interrupt him. His face flushes to a bright red, and from the looks of it, he doesn't want me near him.

My jaw tightens, and my hands wrap around his arms, dragging him to his car and throwing him in the passenger seat. I stomp my way over to the drivers seat, and demand the keys from him. He fumbles into each pocket on his body until he finally hands them over. I jammed the keys into the ignition, and drove off.

Patrick sat silently, twirling his thumbs around each other, not bothering to look at me. His silence is really starting to piss me off.

"Do you not understand what 'we need to talk', means?" I growl at him, not taking my eyes off the road. Patrick shifted his head to the passenger window, making my blood boil even more. "Patrick! What the fuck! Walk to me! What did I do to you that you're ignoring me now?!" I screamed at him, my fingers tightening around the wheel.

"It's not... I've been... Well it's... I don't know..." Patrick tries, slowly turning his head at me. From the corner of my eye, I can tell he sees how furious I am with his behavior right now. I don't think he's ever seen me fuming like this.

"What the fuck is it, Patrick," I spit at him.

"My mom knows..." He says quietly, moving his head back to the window. My heart stops at his words. His mom is one of those people who say you stay the gender your born with, meaning no transgender, no agender, and no gender-fluid. Before I can ask any questions, he goes on. "She saw how quickly you changed. How you were always wearing different clothes almost every few days, whenever you'd decide to be the other gender. And she got to suspicious about you, that she some how read through all the text messages from when you finally figured your life out... After that, she didn't want me talking to you. If she found or saw that I was in contact with you, she'd make me transfer schools, and even said there's a chance at military school.

"I would have said 'screw her, I'll talk to you anyway',  but just the thought of leaving you and not being able to see that you're okay everyday would tear me apart. I should have asked someone to tell you, but I didn't know how. I'm sorry, G/N/N. I really am..."

And that's when I had enough. Enough of his mom's bullshit. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, and made a sharp turn. I'm ending this right now.

After five minutes, I parked in front of  Patrick's house, and as soon as he saw we where we wear, I swear I swear his heart almost come out of his chest. His face went pale, and he started shaking. He really doesn't want to lose me... But he won't, not if I play my cards right.

I burst out the car door, running up to the front door of his house. I swear she saw me coming because the door opened as soon as I got to the top step of the small porch. I locked eyes with
Mrs. Stumph, her eyes narrowing and my eyebrows going down as far as they could.

"What the hell are you doing here," Mrs. Stumph hissed at me. "Patrick! Get inside! Away from this!" She spits, pointing at me. I hear the car door open, and realize Patrick's actually listening.

"Patrick, stay the fuck where you are!" I yelled back at him. "As for you, why are you taking away Patrick's rights to see people! You don't fucking own him! He's not a dog! I know he doesn't have a problem with me; no one does, but you! My parents are happy I'm happy, my friends accept me, the teachers accept me, even the teenagers accept me! You're the only one who doesn't! Your problems with me, NOT Patrick, so don't fucking send him off when he interacts with me! Just, stop!" I yell at her, on the verge of tears. Not tears of sadness, but tears of pain. Tears of anger. Her eyes narrowed even more than they were before. She was silent. I knew she was angry with me, too.

"I want you off my property. I never want to see you with my own eyes. I never want to hear about you. I want you to never exist to me. Those are my conditions." She whispered coldly to me. Her words struck me right through the heart. She used to love me, but now that I got between genders, she doesn't.

"The world's changing, Mrs. Stumph. Whether you like it or not." I turned away, walking to Patrick's car, where he was standing against the passenger door. "Drive me home.... Please..." I whispered to him, opening the back seat door, and getting in. That entire argument took everything out of me.

But, I guess I can be happy now. I've finally found who I am, I told Mrs. Stumph off, and I have my Patrick back.

So... I highly doubt Patrick's mom is anything like this. So... I feel bad I made her so mean, but it's just a story, right? I'm sure she's the best mom in the world.