Patrick Stump Imagines/One Shots

5 ~ Tennis Team

Pete's POV

I raced around the building, fighting the urge to run laps and piss Patrick off. Looking back, I see him run into walls and nearly collide with people. I heard him say "sorry" at least 20 times.

We made it all the way around the place to an outdoor tennis court. Well, I did. Patrick stumbled in a little while after me. He bent down and pressed his hands to his thighs. I held a racquet out in front of him and waited for him to take it.

Our opponents walked in, seemingly a little more friendly-looking.

Patrick glanced at me, "Who'd you pay to crush us this time?"

The pair came closer, an African American man and woman. They approached us slowly from the opposite side of the room.

"Patrick, may I present to you, Kanye West-!" I exclaimed as they reached the net.

Patrick instantly shot up and widened his eyes.

"-'s third cousin!" I finished. Patrick blushed and hit my arm. He walked to the back of our court and held a ball in his hands.

I took one last look at him and turned around to Kanye West's third cousin. Trying my best, I put on the most serious face I ever had and held out my hand, "Good luck. He might be little, but he's a mean tennis player."

He laughed, "Alright, thanks for the tip."

It was too funny to stand with my back to Patrick as he tried to serve. I'd completely turned around to watch him throw the ball up and miss the hit. He chuckled nervously and tried again. This time, he hit it, but it went straight down, three feet away.

I'd seen enough of him making a fool of himself and hit it myself. It went over the net and onto their side, but bounced right back to us, towards Patrick. He swatted his racquet at the ball and surprisingly made it over the net.

It went back and forth like this for a while until it finally came to me. They made a pretty weak hit and it might not've made it over the net if I didn't chase it.

In a full on sprint, I ran at the ball, not looking at where I was running into. My foot caught in the net and I flipped over it onto my face.

Patrick gasped a little and ran towards me, untangling me from the net. Worry was painted all over his face, "Are you okay, Pete?"

I bursted out laughing, thinking about how stupid I just looked. Laughing was my only way to escape whatever I just did.

Patrick joined in too, after knowing that I was okay. It's cute - the way that he cares.

"The Mighty Fall," Patrick muttered under his breath as he walked past me, back to his spot. I whacked him on the butt with my racquet and watched him scurry.

The game went on the same way for another ten minutes. We actually didn't suck at this. Patrick was now a master server and I was surprising the opponent team with a hard hit from the front. People started coming in to watch us, cheering their favorite team on.

As the crowd got bigger, the more stunts and tricks I was tempted to do. The ball came soaring over the net towards me, but too high for me to reach. I jumped up and slapped it like a boss, adding another point to the Fall Out Boy scoreboard.

Who would've thought I'd have more fun actually getting up off of the couch and doing something? Patrick and I are having the times of our lives. Why didn't we ever do this before?

We ended up losing (no surprise) pretty bad, but hey, we made an improvement.

I tossed my racquet aside and dusted off my shorts. Patrick smiled at me, "I had a lot of fun today. Thanks for bringing me out here."

With my arm around his shoulder, I smiled and walked him back towards the car, "You're welcome Patrick."