Patrick Stump Imagines

You're Irresistible (Part 3)

A/N: Fun fact that isn't related to this chapter in any way: "Rat a Tat" from SRAR was originally named "Better Than This". I don't know, I just found that really interesting. Imagine a FOB song named "Better Than This" though. It sounds like a love song. Anyway, you probably don't care about that so to the imagine we go!

(This is the most of my writing I can give you for now because I have lost inspiration for writing anything these days. I hope you understand.)

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"Pete?" Patrick called as he knocked on the wooden door. "Pete, please open up."

A very tired-looking Pete Wentz opened the door of his hotel room and looked at his best friend lazily. "Dude, what do you want? It's 3AM."

Patrick scratched the back of his head before facing Pete nervously. "Sorry about earlier, you know, I blew steam at you. I was just... I was stressed, alright? I was an idiot to reject you when you were only trying to help."

"It's okay. I really don't mind that. But anyway, something tells me that you're not here only for that. Is there anything else you need?"

Patrick blushed befofe looking down at his fingers, fiddling with them. "I-I was just wondering if you could maybe help me with this plan I have." He looked over his best friend's shoulders as his eyes wondered into his hotel room. "Could we maybe discuss it inside? I don't feel comfortable talking about it here."

Pete rubbed his left eye and opened the door farther for his friend, locking it, and sitting on the couch where Patrick has already made his way to.

"So I was wondering if you could maybe..." Patrick starts. Pete looks at him in interest as he continued discussing his plan and nodded.

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"Get away from me," you mumbled, swatting the hand that was currently trying to wake you up away from you.

You heard a faint chuckle before you were carried bridal style and put into a wheelchair where you freaked out. "WHAT THE HELL IS ABOUT?!" you shrieked in shock. The mysterious person whose head was covered with a black ski mask consoled you as he made his way to the elevator and pressed G. You tried calming yourself in hopes of not disrupting anyone when suddenly the elevator stopped, causing you to panic.

"LET ME OUT! LEAVE THIS KNUCKLEHEAD BEHIND AND SPARE ME! I'M FAR TOO YOUNG TO DIE!" you exclaimed. Another chuckle came as you turned around and met eyes with the masked man.

He took the garment off and smirked at you. "Quoting my song, are we?"

Your jaw dropped as the mask revealed no one else but the last and only member of Panic! at the Disco, Brendon Boyd Urie. "You fucking idiot! You scared me!" you screamed before hitting him on the chest due to the height difference you had. He laughed quietly before grabbing both of your forearms and calming you down.

"Hey, the elevator staff is gonna be here soon. Just keep calm, okay? We're going to make it out alive, I promise."

You pursed your mouth before sitting on the wheelchair and relying your hopes on the words that came out of Brendon's mouth.

To be continued...