A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

Cut It Out! Part One

A/N: Sorry if I used the photo in the media of 'Trick before, I just love it so much and I think it's perf for this imagine. You'll see why.

"Patrick, what the hell is your problem?!"

     "My problem is YOU!"

     "Is it? Or are you just looking to pick a fight?"

     Patrick glared at me."I'm a lover, not a fighter."

     "Then why are you fighting with me?"

     "I am not fighting with you!"

     "You know what? You're not just fighting with me. You're picking on me too!"

     "That is bull crap and you know it."

     "Is not!"

     "Is too!"

     "Is not!"

     "Is too!"

     I pressed my fingers to my temples, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath before responding to him in a calm manner."Patrick, we're starting to sound like five year olds."

     "Well, you're acting like one."

     "Am not!"

     "Are too!"

     "Am not!"

     "Are too!"

     "Patrick Martin Vaughn Stump, if anyone is acting like the five year old, it's you! You're the one picking a fight with me! What the hell is your problem?"

     "Like I said, it's you."

     "Is it?"

     "Yes, yes it is. I just said that. Were you not listening?"

     "Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how right I am about you!"

     Are you trying to outsass me?"

     I snorted."Puh-lease. I can't outsass someone with no sass."

     Excuse me? I am the Sassmaster."

     "Well, I'm the Queen Of Sass. I rule over the people of Sassland."

     "Newsflash, you're getting overthrown!"

     "Pfft, like you could overthrow me."

     "I actually could."

     "Bullshit."

     "You're just saying that because you know it's true. They don't call me Sasstrick for nothing."

     "What the freak, Patrick? No one calls you that! It's all in your head!"

     "And Tumblr, and Instagram."

     "Since when are you on social media?"

     Patrick crossed his arms."Are you questioning my life choices!"

     "No! It's a legit question! Stop taking everything personally, jeez!"

     "Maybe you should-"

     "Alright, that's enough!" Pete yelled before Patrick finished his sentence.

     "You both need to stop bickering. Seriously, it's annoying." Andy continued.

     "We put up with your bullshit because we love you both, but this needs to stop. Now." Joe added.

     Pete, Andy, and Joe looked at each other and nodded. Before I could realize what was going on, Andy threw me over his shoulder. Pete and Joe grabbed each of Patrick's arms and dragged him after Andy and I.

     I pounded Andy's back."Andrew John Hurley! Put me down!"

     Patrick struggled with Pete and Joe as well."What do you three think you're doing?!"

     "When we got to the guest bedroom Pete had in his house, Andy set me down on the bed. The boys let go of Patrick before shutting the goddamn door.

     "Alright, listen, you two," Pete began.

     "We've all been hanging out since college, and from Day One, the two of you have bickered nonstop," Joe said.

     "It needs to stop. We are well out of college, and it's about time that you two grow up." Andy continued.

     "So, here's what's gonna happen. For the next twenty-four hours, the two of you will be locked in this room together. Since you both have stayed over at my place before, you both have clothes that are here. Patrick, yours are in the closet. Y/N, yours are in the dresser. I'm going to bring you guys food, of course, because I can't have you starving to death."

     "Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to enjoy our bickering-free twenty-four hours," Joe announced, walking out the door. Andy followed. Pete flashed the peace sign before walking out as well, and locking the goddamn door behind him.

     "Aw, hell, this is gonna suck," Patrick muttered.

     "No shit, Sherlock," I snapped."I'm going to get ready for bed in the bathroom."

     I came out in my tank and shorts. What? It's not a crime.

     "I'm going to bed. Do whatever the hell you want. I don't give a rat's ass about what it is, as long is it doesn't interrupt my beauty sleep. So long and goodnight."

     "Actually-"

     I put my hand up."I don't want to hear it, mister."

     Patrick rolled his eyes, and sat on the carpet, playing Geometry Dash on his phone. I got under the covers and turned off the lamp.

     Hey!" Patrick complained."It's dark!"

     "Oh, quit your bitching and whining. The sun is going to explode one day and we'll be left to suffer in eternal darkness, so get used to it."

     "Well, I see someone is a Negative Nelly."

     "I am not negative!"

     "You seriously are. Lighten up, would you? You'd be a lot more fun that way."

     "Stuff it, Stump," I hissed, putting on my headphones. I managed to put aside my anger and allowed the sound of Taylor Swift's voice lull me to sleep.