Patrick Stump Imagines

Unexpected

SMUT

"Do I really have to?" I asked my friend. Our friend Pete was throwing a party and wanted us both to go. I had no problem with Pete and I was sure his parties were great, but I did have a bit of a problem with his best friend, Patrick.

He was rude and acted like he knew everything. The only time he would speak to me was to correct me. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't. Every time I would get really angry at him, he would pull me back in with his charming smile. I liked him a lot and I would get angry at myself for it. I would catch him staring at me sometimes, but I would just think he was just trying to find something wrong with me.

"Yes, you have to. Pete wants us there, and you know how I feel about him." she replied. She was referring to the fact that she had the biggest crush on Pete. She would never stop talking about him and she would fantasize about her, Pete, Patrick, and I going on double dates together. I told her that would probably never happen because Patrick would never want to go out with me.

"But's Patrick going to be there. He's so rude."

"He loves you."

"Since when?"

"Since forever. Pete said he just acts that way because he's nervous."

"Why would he like me? Have you seen him? He's perfect. He can have any girl he wants."

"Yeah, and he wants you. Do you remember when we all went to Pete's pool party?"

"Yeah and you forced me to wear that swimsuit that showed off way too much of my body."

"Yup. Anyway, Patrick stayed with Pete that night and Pete told me he heard Patrick jerk off moaning your name."

"That's not true."

"Whatever, that's what he told me. So, are you going?"

"I guess."

I grabbed my bag that contained books to keep me busy at the party. We got in (Y/F/N)'s car and drove to Pete's house.

[ Patrick's point of view ]

"Yo, Pat. The girls are on their way." Pete yelled from the other room. We were playing a game in his living room until Pete got a call from (Y/F/N).

"Who?" I asked, not taking my attention off of the game.

"(Y/F/N) and (Y/N), your girlfriend." He said as he walked into the room and stole the controller out of my hand to get my attention.

"She's not my girlfriend. She hates me."

"She doesn't hate you. Maybe you think that because you act like a douche bag every time she tries to talk to you. I know you loooove her. So, why act that way?"

"I don't know. I do like her a lot. I guess I act that way because I don't want her to know."

"Know what?"

"That I love her, you idiot."

"Oh, right. Well, the people are on their way. We should clean up before they show up"

I just shrugged and reluctantly got up to help Pete get things ready for his party.

[ (Y/N)'s point of view ]

(Y/F/N) had run off with Pete somewhere and I was left by myself in the living room. I guess I wasn't all by myself. There were lots of drunk strangers crowding the room. As I reached for my bag, my mood instantly changed as I saw someone walk up to me. Patrick.