What If Patrick... (Patrick Stump Imagines)

Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year

Another day ended with so many disappointments because you always thought you're doing well and you believe that you were going to do well but it always end up to be the complete opposite. Like the long quiz in Math and Physics. God, you swear you almost tore yourself to the ground when you saw that F on the corner of your paper, that letter you loathe a little more than yourself. You studied hard for those tests but how come you didn't at least passed? My, this is too much for you. You're currently choking with so much self-hatred and disappointment that they threaten to spill from your eyes.

"Wait!" A voice of a guy yelled from a distance. You blinked back to reality and turned around to see who it was. You weren't even sure if you were the one being called.

You saw that sideburn guy from your physics class named Patrick Martin Stumph who sits in front of you. You admit you find him cute... Heck even attractive and really handsome. And those pink lips seemed to taste really sweet. You also admire his eyes. They were like the color of the deep blue ocean, sometimes a light one and what makes it special is the stain color of evergreen surrounding his pupils. So back to present, he's currently running his way to you, trying to keep his cap and back from falling while he holds a notebook in his hand.

You just stood on your spot, waiting for him to come to you. You didn't realized you've been smiling because of him but you didn't mind wiping it away.

He finally reached you, stopping in front of you, giving him time to fill his lungs with oxygen and normalize his breathing.

You wondered why was he running after you but waited for him to be okay again. He straightened himself up and wiped his sweat. His cheeks are pink from the heat and his eyes are the color of leaves with the sunlight striking them. It was beautiful. He's beautiful.

"H-hi, I uh thought you own this Joker notebook. You left it on your desk so I thought I'd uh give it to you tomorrow instead until I saw you a while ago and kinda ran after you, y' know, try to catch up. Man, that was an intense sport to do but it feels good afterwards though." He said, chuckling a little as he hands you your notebook.

You lightly laughed as you took your notebook, holding it in your hand instead. "Wow, thank you and I'm sorry for bothering you with my irresponsibility."

"No, no, no, you're not and you're welcome, but your notebook wasn't a bother or you. I'm pretty sure you were kinda lost in your mind when you received your test paper." He said. "I get them too. It's disappointing because I study hard for them and all I get is not even a passing score. I truly get you, y/n."

You smiled and glanced at your shoes as you motioned for him to walk with you since he's just two blocks away from your house. "Yeah, I uh I don't think there's much to talk about regarding that crap. We can't do anything about that anymore. The damage has been done. Might as well do better next time." You sighed, and shoved your hand in the pockets of your jeans.

"I agree. So will it be okay if I invite you to Alfonso's? We'll be performing there tonight. I'll treat you with dinner." He offered.

"I can feed myself and yeah definitely. I've never heard you sing before. I heard your band is like the big thing in this town. Thanks for inviting me."

"No big deal. It would be nice if you're at the front so I can easily see you."

"We'll never know but I'll try my best." You promised to him, smiling as you stopped in front of his house.

"I'll see you later then?" He asked, confirming the word you kept.

You chuckled and nodded. "Definitely. Good luck with your band." You said and turned around, walking away from him. You glanced back at him and waved your hand to him as he does the same.