Patrick Stump Imagines

First Love

A/N: I just got this idea somewhere online and it's not really mine, but yeah. It's also really short... enjoy!

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You were cleaning out the attic of you and Patrick's house when you found your toy purse that you owned when you were seven-years-old. You pulled it out before dusting the dirt off, opening it and seeing millions of pictures and notes that you kept.

A huge smile spread across your face when you pulled the first piece of paper out, seeing the note that your old best friend gave you before you left for Chicago. You sat down in one corner as you tried to read the squiggly lines on the pink paper.

You ended up scrolling through the photographs that your younger-self kept as tears occasionally fell. (I DELETED THE PUN I AM SO SORRY Y'ALL PROBABLY HATE ME BY NOW)

After hours of dusty images, scribbled handwriting, and hundreds of love letters from people you barely knew later, you started tidying all of them up and stacking them as you started to store them in the purse for safekeeping when you noticed that there was still one picture left. You pulled it out and observed who was in the picture; a young boy about your younger self's age, smiling at the camera widely. You smiled at the cuteness and ended up staring at the picture, not noticing that someone just marched up the stairs and saw you.

"Who's that?" Patrick, your husband of two years asked as he put his head on your shoulder, making you gasp in shock. You turned your head to him and to the picture as the smile you had faded slowly.

"My first love. I found it in one of the bushes in the park when I first got here in Chicago, and I fell in love with the kid in the picture the moment I saw him. But I never really got the chance to meet him, so," you quietly replied. He grinned as he rested his head on your shoulder and looked up at you.

"Want to know something?"

You pursed your lips. "What?"

His smile grew as he looked at the picture. "I lost that picture when I was nine years old."