Patrick Stump Imagines

The Music Or The Misery

This relationship is hell. Patrick's all over the place in the house, or never home. Never spending time with me, his girlfriend. No, I'm not trying to say he needs to spend ALL his time with me, but I almost never see him all week. I love Patrick with all my heart, mind, and soul, but I don't think he loves me like that anymore.

I lay face up on the couch, blankly staring at the white ceiling of our apartment. The apartment we're supposed to share, but he's never here. The tv is on, what ever show that's currently playing is just white noise.

Should I just leave Patrick since he's like this?

The door to apartment suddenly opens by someone that's not me. Patrick, surprisingly, walks through the entrance, and shuts the door behind him. I stare at him, kinda shocked he's actually home. He kicks off his shoes, and looks around. Patrick spots me staring at him from the couch and smiles. And that's all I get, because the next second, he's walking off.

"Patrick!" I call. He stops in his tracks and looks at me. I shake my head at him, and he furrows his eyebrows. "Which came first? The music, or the misery you knowingly are putting me through?" I spit at him. I really don't know where this is suddenly coming from. Maybe just him actually being home is stirring something in me.

"What?" Patrick replies, sounding confused. I shoot up from the couch, and approach the door. I slip on my shoes, and throw open the door.

"The music came first, yeah?" I say to him over my shoulder. "Fuck you, too." I throw up my middle finger, and walk out the door.

God, I threw this together by saying "Hey! Whatever the next song is, I'll write an imagine with te song!" God I was stupid. Well, that or I'm just not that inspired. Seriously guys, if you have any requests, please request them! That way, you won't get a shitty short imagine... I really didn't know where I was going with this...