Patrick Stump Imagines

Maybe

A/N: Requested by Caite_Wentz! I absolutely loved the song she requested for, and I recommend it if you haven't listened to it yet. It's called "Maybe" by King. I hope you enjoy!

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There I was, waiting for a chance that you'll understand the things I wanna say.

You were walking around your school's corridors when you felt someone grab your arm and drag you in the nearby janitor's closet, locking it afterwards. Your heart jumped and you were sweating due to both the shock and the nervousness.

When the stranger turned the light on, you saw that it was none other than your best friend. "Patrick, what the hell? You know I hate it when someone shocks me!"

"I know, I know," he said hastily. "But I need to tell you something. Something I haven't said in a long time that has been, I don't know, eating me up and forcing me to go all psycho. I figured that the only way was to tell you."

You blanked out. You had an idea of what he was going to say, but you kept your mouth shut because you didn't want an argument in a secluded area filled with bacteria. "What is it?"

He looked down and took a deep breath. "I like you."

"That's normal. You're my best friend, of course you like m—"

"NO! In a different way. I mean, I like like you. The thing that parents have? The chemistry between two people? Romance or something like that?"

As my love is stronger than before,
I wanna see you more and more.
But you close the door.

You were speechless. Yes, he didn't word it right, but if he did, it meant that it wasn't true. He was always nervous when telling the truth.

You liked him. You loved him. But as a best friend. Nothing more. You had a boyfriend and he completely knew that.

"Okay. I get it. You don't like me back. That's the thing about love. You give so much of it to someone who will never give any of theirs in return."

You left the silence in the air and you weren't planning to break it. It was shattering your heart seeing him with tears running down his cheeks and breaking down, but you just didn't feel the same way. Sure, you could pretend to love him for the sake of him not being depressed about it, but you worried about the day he'll figure out when it was all fake.

"What? You're just going to stay silent? You're not saying anything? What did I say wrong? I thought you wanted honesty between our friendship? Here it is, (Y/N). The honesty that you asked for."

"I don't love you in that way, okay? Patrick, I love you so damn much as a best friend. I love you so much like a brother. Like another half of me. Is that not enough? Are you not content? You want more? Is that it?"

You groaned in frustration before grabbing the doorknob and walking out of the small room, slamming the door loudly. A bunch of students casually hanging around the halls glanced at you with weird looks on their faces. But you didn't mind it anymore at this time. You were worried about your best friend and that was it.

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Why don't you try to open up your heart?
I won't take so much of your time.