Patrick Stump x Reader

Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash

And the last few days of the tour was not too great. You and Patrick tried both to avoid each other as much as possible, much to the dismay of the other band members. Eventually, the exhausting and tense van ride had ended and you all separated from each other. 

Had nothing occurred between the two of you, you were certain you would've missed him yet after spending almost a month in a van with boys who haven't showered, you were glad to be finished with them. Or rather him. Andy, Joe and Pete were still pretty cool in your opinion. It was only Patrick you were done with. Although you still couldn't help but look back at him, standing in the doorway of the van, as the guys dropped you off at your place. 

Why? Everything was going so well. Fucking Patrick. You couldn't help but smile as you thought that was how Patrick felt about Pete. But then you realised thinking about brought a smile to your face, that would not do. Not after what he did. *le sigh* You wish things could go back to the way they were. Except the world doesn't orbit around you; you were not the main character in this story. Neither was Patrick. You all had your own stories, troubles and people you knew. He just had someone extra close to him.

You didn't really notice the dreary month of school and average life go past. Everything was just boring and normal. Life on the road had really rustled up the excitement in you but now, it was just another day in school rather than a new city, a new venue. 

Daydreaming, wishing you were still on the road with the guys. You wondered if that was how they felt right now too? In the van, missing home but now you were missing the dumb shit you did during that short period that felt so long, especially at the end. 

As much as you hated him, you still continued to think about Patrick for hours whilst staring out into the window of your classroom. The drone of the teacher reminded you of his ramblings about some indie artist he was enthused about. The juxtaposition of the joy laced on his words compared to the teachers monotone voice. The contrast of the sparkles in his eyes and the cold stare he graced you with those last few days. 

You knew you still loved him. Who could resist an angry Patrick? He was still adorable as ever when he was pissy, even more so. Why else did Pete bother him so much? Granted, that's how Pete is, but all of it can't be natural. You despised Patrick for what he did but a small part of you hoped it was no more than a misunderstanding. Just let me grasp to this small grain of hope that everything will be alright.

These were your breakfast thoughts one particularly beautiful morning. How fitting. You were surprised at your own quick, albeit only slight sliver of forgiveness for him. Of course, your feelings about him were going to be tested as you opened up your mailbox to discover a postcard. You were invited to rejoin him, for a small trip to some city somewhere. The place didn't really matter right now. It was the fact that he sent out an invitation to you, to join him. Patrick, who ignored you for over a month after you parted with bad tastes in your mouths. What the fuck were you to do now?