Patrick Stump Imagines

At First Sight (Part 1)

I set my laptop down and picked up my coffee. I sat quietly while I waited for my boss to call me into his office. I worked for a newspaper company and my boss had told me that instead of watching another crappy movie and writing a review for it, I was going to a concert and interviewing the band members. I was more excited than I should've been because it was a new assignment he trusted me with. He didn't tell me what the band was yet but I didn't care. 

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you come here for a moment?"

"Of course."

I got up and walked into the large office. He was quite a rich man for just being in charge of some stupid newspaper company. He held the door for me and sat down at his large desk that took up most of the room. The walls were covered with pictures of his family and the memories of all the vacations they had took. His office had a perfect view of downtown Chicago and you could see the pink sky as the sun set.

"Now, (Y/N). I know you're tired of the movie reviews and I trust you enough to take on another assignment. There's this band, I believe they're called Fall Out Boy. Have you heard of them?"

"Not really, no."

"Perfect. Then you can ask a ton of questions. They originate from Chicago and to celebrate their new album 'Infinity On High' they want to perform here for all their Chicago fans. They agreed to take part in an interview so that people can learn more about them. They were so pleased that we were interested in them that they gifted us with two VIP front row seats. Just for you and maybe someone else you would like to invite. Will you accept this assignment."

"Of course. It sounds fun."

"Good. I recommend you listen to a few of their songs and learn a few things about them so you're not completely lost when you meet them. I hear the guy in charge is a fellow named Peter Wentz. Meet up with him and discuss when you should interview them."

"Alright. Thank you so much for this opportunity."

"Of course, (Y/N). I believe you will do very well and put this company in good name. Don't screw up."

I laughed, but he just looked at me very seriously.

"I won't."

I grabbed the file he had for the assignment. It contained information about the venue, the band, and the tickets. Also a list of suggested questions I should ask them. I left the office and headed toward my desk, which compared to his was puny. I packed up my things and headed home.

On my way home, I received a call from my roommate, (Y/F/N) . 

"Hey, (Y/N). What are we doing for dinner?"

"I don't know. Probably take out. I have some research to do, I don't have time to cook."

"Oh, what research?"

"It's about this band, I think it's called Fall Out Boy."

"FALL OUT BOY? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I LOVE FALL OUT BOY! HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT? I'VE TOLD YOU EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM!"

"Oh, I must have forgot. I'm interviewing them tomorrow for the newspaper. I'm supposed to listen to a few of their songs and learn a bit about them."

"YOU GET TO MEET THEM? OH MY GOD! I WILL TEACH YOU EVERYTHING I KNOW!"

"Well, my boss did give me two tickets. VIP ones."

"ARE YOU SAYING WHAT I THINK YOU'RE SAYING?"

I chuckled at the fact that she was still screaming very loud into my ear.

"Yes..."

She screamed louder than before and hung up. I guess out of excitement. I drove somewhere to get dinner and then drove home. I got there to see (Y/F/N) rocking back and forth on the couch talking to herself and writing some things on a piece of paper very quickly.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh good. You're here. I'm just making a list of songs they're probably going to play at the concert. DO I GET TO MEET THEM TOO?" 

"I believe so. But screw up my interview. It means a lot to my boss."

"Yeah yeah. Listen to these songs while you eat. I'm going to get some beauty sleep for tomorrow. I will not let Pete Wentz see me with bags under my eyes."

"Who the fuck is Pete Wentz? And why is he so important?"

"Oh god you have so much to learn. He's the bass player. Duh. He's kind of charge. He's SO hot. I WILL marry him one day."

"Yeah okay. Maybe don't tell him that when you see him."

"I know who you're favorite member will be?"

"Oh really? Who? The singer?"

"Actually, yes. His name is Patrick Stump. He's cool, but not as cool as Pete. How do you think (Y/F/N) Wentz sounds? Not as good as (Y/N) Stump. I ship it SO much. Time to sleep. Goodnight."

"Don't you want dinner?"

She didn't answer. I continued to stand their in shock and confusion of the words that just came from her mouth. Patrick Stump? Sounds cute. I took my food to my room and ate while listening to a few songs. I liked them. I liked his voice. A lot. Probably too much. I stopped myself from fangirling too much before going to sleep. I could barely sleep because of the exciting day I had waiting for me tomorrow.