Patrick Stump Imagines

1 - How the two of you met

The moment your eyes darted on the window, you admired the view of the clouds. This was the reason why you wanted this place in Starbucks; it always gives you the soothing view of the skies. Aside from the sunny ones, you also adored the starry skies.

You continue reading your book as you sipped a little of your coffee.

Half way of your reading, your cellphone vibrated from the table. Your friend mentioned you on Twitter.

You clicked the notification as the device fired the social app.

Your friend mentioned you on one of Patrick Stump's tweets.

You gasped. It's a picture of you staring at the skies in a dramatic filter. The only caption on the picture was a heart and you do not know why.

@asdfgh_123456: @y/un It's not just me who adores you whenever you stare at the clouds ;)

You glance from left to right, finding where he is. Flinching on your seat, you found him staring at you and when you did, his cheeks flushed red and looked back at his cellphone.

It's kinda awkward at first because you have been admired by someone you're admiring.

When he stood up, you expected him to go, but he didn't.

"Mind if I join you?" He asks as he points on the vacant seat right in front you.

"Y-yeah...sure." You blush as you watch him gaze at you. You pull your hoodie hardly, making it cover your face.

"I don't bite." He whispers. "I'm Patrick, by the way." He says, extending his arm to you.

You let go of your hoodie. "Y/N." You said and shook his hand. "I like coffee and your band." You said nervously.

"Thanks," he said, smiling in the process.

After that, you both talked about some topics that would pop out from your minds. You also mentioned your enigmatic love of the skies and stars.

He tells you about how is it to be with Pete, Andy and Joe. For you, they're like normal friends who tease and support each other--just like your friends.

"Um...if you were wondering to go, I'd like to drive you or some sort to your apartment." He says softly as you leapt from your seat.

"Oh sure, I just live a few blocks after this coffee shop." You said, walking through the door with him on your trail.

"Y/N, may I ask you something?" He adjusts his fedora and you think he's feeling nervous.

"Hmm?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked.

"I neither had one. It's rare to see someone interested to me." You explained. "You know, who would like someone who's bookish?"

"I do." He says.

When he walked you to the porch of your apartment, he passes you his phone, asking for your number.

You typed it in and when you were about to enter the hallway, you looked back at him.

"Patrick, what's that?" You said, pointing somewhere.

He followed where your finger was pointing as you sneaked a kiss on his cheeks. You wink at him as he looks at you. There's the smile of satisfaction on his face as you chuckled.

You said good bye and went inside, then peeked at the window, watching him fist pump in the air for what you have done.