Patrick Stump Imagines

Take My Hand

I took his hand that day. I shouldn't have, but I did. He wasn't looking for my hand, he was looking for a hand. Someone's hand; anyone's hand, it didn't matter if it was mine.

He mattered to me, but I didn't matter to him.

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"Take my hand, Y/N! We're gonna go somewhere fun!" Patrick exclaimed, skipping down the hall towards me, hand extended.

The afternoon bell had just rung, and I'm discussing things to do with my friends. At Least, I was until Patrick came skipping. I let the corner of my lips raise a little bit as he skipped closer.

Patrick Stump is everyone's friend, even mine. There isn't one person who hates him. Just the things he does and says gets everyone on his good side. From the years I've been in love with him, I noticed this; him being friends with everyone, and hanging out with whoever asks, or whoever he sees first.

I sighed, saying a small goodbye to my friends and took Patrick's hand as he skipped by. His force jerked me with him, making me have to run behind him. He pulled me all the way to his car, not telling me where we're going or why he chose me to go along with him. I didn't want to question him either. I just buckled up beside him in the passenger seat as he drove off campus.

The building flew by as he drove to our destination. Buildings, trees, people, you name it. It wasn't until we got to down town Chicago that I had an idea of where he was taking me. In any conversations we have, we always ended up talking about how the lake is so close and it doesn't really matter to us. A grin crept across my face. An adventure with Patrick Stumph.

We ran across the parking lot once he parked. Nothing was stopping our adventure now. We were so happy just running towards the beach, like we didn't have a care in the world. Our laughs were synchronized, and our smiles couldn't be wider. Once we arrived at the beach, we both stopped right next to each other and just took in the sight. The sun hit the lake's waves perfectly, making it look like you were in a virtual world.

Maybe it was the beautiful view in front of us. Or, maybe I jus thought I was ready.

I looked at Patrick's face, the sun hitting him in all the right places. My smile widened even more when I didn't think it could. He looked back at me, and in the heat of the moment, I looked away and back to the lake. I sighed, and moved my hand to his so that our hands were intertwined, but... Something went wrong.

He pulled his hand away, the look on his face changing.

"Y/N?" He asked me, the most innocent, scared look on his face.

"P-Patrick... I l-, I mean... You matter to me. Like, matter matter..." I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. His silence struck me in the heart.

"O-oh... Well, uh... Y/N... I didn't know you felt that way... I'm sorry but... You don't matter matter to me. I mean, you matter, but... God I don't know what I'm saying. If I knew you were gonna do this, I would have looked for another hand! I'm so sorry! I don't wanna hurt you, but I don't see you that way. I'm really sorry, Y/N..." Patrick muttered, grabbing his hair and slowly backing away from me.

The words that just came from his mouth hurt more than anything I've heard before. I mean, he's just a boy. A boy who I thought was the one. But, I guess he's not.

I shook my head, slowly walking back to his car, mumbling to him as I pass him, "it's fine... Just... Take me home, alright?" And he didn't object. He bobbed his head, and followed me back to the car. So much for our adventure. So much for being friends. The entire way back home, it was 10x more silent than the drive there.

... Like I said, I didn't matter to him, so why bother trying to maintain something that was never there?

I feel like I need to write either more sad ones, or complete fluffy ones. Maybe both?