Fall Out Boy Imagines

What is it Called

"Patrick, hey! What's up bud?" You said to your friend Patrick Stump on the phone. You weren't sure why he called to you, but there must have been a good reason since he only called you rather than text if there there was something important.

"Hey, Y/N! Sorry to call so sudden, but, you wanna meet up at my house tonight? I just need to talk to you about something." He said.

"Yeah! I'll be right over." You said, ready to hang up.

"Oh, but can't it wait till tonig-"

"It's 6 pm Patty." You cut him off. He was silent for like two seconds.

"Yeah. See you soon." He said, then hung up.

Later...

You stood in front of Patrick's door, rocking back and forth on your feet as you ring the door bell.

"In a minute."you heard him say through the door. A few seconds later, he opened the door. He was dressed casual, as were you.

"Hey!" Patrick said happily as he hugged you. You hugged back and smiled while saying "hey bud".

He let you in and led you to his kitchen where he had served a lovely meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup.

"Ah yes, my favorite culinary treat." You said, causing both of you to laugh a bit.

"So," you said whilst you both sat down, "what's up?"

He finished a bite of his sandwich. "Well. You of course remember Joe and Pete, right?"

"The emo guy I thought was actually mugging you at your sixteenth birthday party in New York and the guy that emo guy tried to set me up with? Why of course!" You said. "What about them?"

"Well. We were thinking...of starting a band!" He said. You finished your tomato soup and sighed.

"And that will be what number band your in or have been in?"

"I know it seems crazy but these guys and I really click as a group. Pete is amazing at lyrics, I'm amazing at sound and Joe...well he's just cool." You laughed. "But...one more thing. I know you have an amazing voice from all those years of choir so I was hoping.."

You smiled. "You want me to join don't you."

He nodded. "Please? Pete would just need you to write a song or little rhyme or poem or what ever and perform it for him. And I know you can write songs since you did for that one choir concert in middle school, and I know you can play an awesome bass even though Pete is bass but I know you do it in a cool way, and-"

"Alright Patty, I get it. I'll give it a try." You said, holding your hand up to stop him before he ran out of breath. "Just one more question."

"What?" He asked, taking another bite of his sandwich.

You smiled..."what is it called?"

He smiled back..

"Fall Out Boy."