Fall Out Boy Imagines

Peter Pan

You sat at your open window. The cool night air blowing through your (H/C) hair. The stars shined brightly against the abyss of the sky. You came out here every night in hopes to see that boy you saw a few weeks ago. He was standing outside your window staring into the house, but when you went to let him in he vanished. It was like you had imagined him. But, you had a feeling in your heart that told you otherwise. Your parents thought you were crazy and threatened to put bars on the window. But you knew they were empty threats.

"(Y/N)" You hear your mother scold as she walked into the room "What have we told you about going to the window." 

You sigh and rolled your eyes. You get down off your window and close them, not locking them in case he does show up. Your mother was going on about how I need to be more careful and stay away from that window. 

"Are you even listening to me?" She snapped. 

I groaned and fell onto my bed "Yes mom, I am." You mumble. 

Your mother shook her head in disapproval. She came over and and sat on the ledge of your bed.

"One day, you're going to have to grow up. Leave all of this behind and your 'mystery boy'" She said knowingly.

"I will never grow up." You retorted angrily. Your mother shook her head thoughtfully, like she  was remembering something. She walked over to the window and locked it. You let out a noise of protest.

"No! I don't want you crawling back out there. You need to learn how to grow up and be like the rest of this. You are far to old to be acting like a child!" 

"You don't even know me!"

"I know exactly who you think you are! A self-fish, unloving, child." 

Her words struck you like a slap. With that, she walked out the door to your room and slammed the door shut. You let out a groan of frustration. 

"Man, that was loud..." A voice said from outside. You whip your head towards the window and there he was. The boy. He was squatting low near the bottom of the window, his smile illuminating the dark. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and he stood. He was wearing a plain white shirt and a red jacket. His hair was jet black with red highlights.

"Are you going to let me in now?" He asked innocently. You rushed over to the window and unlocked it. He pushed it open and hopped inside, looking around "Nice place."

"W-who are you?" you stuttered out looking at him. 

"Oh, I'm Peter! Or Pete as the boys call me." He explained smirking "Are you are?" 

"(y/N) But why are you here?" You asked following him as he wandered around the room.

"Well, I took an interest in you then you looked for me... so I had to come back." He shrugged.

"How did you get here? We're 3 stories up." 

He turned to me with bright eyes "I flew!" 

"You can fly?" You ask incredulously. 

"Yeah! And i want you to come back to Neverland with me!" he shouted taking both my hands.

I smiled at him but frowned "But I can't fly." I say.

"I can teach you! Wait..." He ran back over to the window "PATRICK!" He called out. A shorter man peeked his head through the window. He had a strange yellow glow to him and was wearing all black with a fedora on top.

"Pete! You said this would be quick. Stop picking up random people!" the man complained.

"No, no, no, no, she was looking for me!" Pete reasoned " Now give me the dust."

"Wait... is this drugs?" You asked backing up a bit.

"NO! Now here." He threw some over your head "Now, just think of a happy thought."

"Any happy little thought?"

"Yeah! Take my hand." He grabbed your hand, dragging you to the window. It was warm, and welcoming. You smiled and followed quickly. 

"Now, on the count of three... jump." He instructed. You looked down at the city below and began to fear... what if it didn't work. You looked over at him worriedly and back at your room.

"Pete... I don't know if I can." You got down and sat on the ledge. Pete came next to you and took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

"Hey, Peter Wentz... that's what they call me... and I promise you'll never be lonely again if you come with me." He looked into my eyes with his big brown beautiful eyes. He wrapped his arms around you. You felt like you could sit there in his arms for the rest of eternity but a cough to the right broke the two of you up.

"C'mon Pete, before the sun comes up." Patrick reminded rolling his eyes.

"Of course!" Pete exclaimed, pulling you up "You ready?" 

You nodded, ready to leave this life behind for good. Your mom and dad didn't like you anyways... and Pete said he would be your friend. 

"Let's go"

I hope to make this a mini fanfic! Tell me what y'all think!