Patrick Stump Imagines

19 - Love Letters

I couldn't believe that I'm not returning this love letter back. It's perfect; unlike the ones I received before, it's not an eyesore. In fact, I read it three times a day.

This is the third time that a girl who calls herself 'blurryface' sent me a mail again. It's not a letter, but a poem about her love for me.

And about this girl, how would I be able to find her if she's really mysterious--like you wouldn't catch a girl crouching on a corner as I read her letter and the way she wrote her pieces are authentic.

Also, I have to find this girl before prom. It's the best thing that I could do.

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During Literature class, I was trying to analyze every girl's piece that they recite in front, but 'blurryface' is not around.

"Miss Y/LN, please recite your work right in front." Our teacher said as we found Y/N scrambling on books that she has kept.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Sally, but I think I misplaced my work. Can I just submit it when I found it?"

"I'll accept it, but the highest grade that I could give is not the same to those who recited theirs in front." Y/N nodded at her as response.

Then, there. 'Blurryface' is not in our class.

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While I wait my best friends to collect their stuff, I read the letters she has sent me.

I smile through the parts how she described me.

Suddenly, Pete pulled off the papers from my grasp.

"Pete, give that back!" I said, trying to retrieve back the papers.

"Guess he didn't return these," Pete says. "Blurryface?" He cocks his head to a side.

"That's how the sender calls herself." I snap. "I don't even have any idea who she is."

"What're you gonna do?" Joe asks.

"He's probably using his ability to find who this girl is." Andy says.

"I have to, before prom. I want to ask her." I said and found them smiling maliciously at me. "Guys!"

Pete rushes to me. "I'll be in charge of the condom!" He whispers in my ears before bursting in laughter.

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A week passed and still, I couldn't find who 'blurryface' is. Unlike the three monkeys, I went to prom without a date, so I'm basically their third wheel.

They all asked me to take pictures of them, but being the mean guy I was, I used to take unfocused pictures of them, making them chase me through the whole venue.

When I felt a little uneasy, I decided to go to the balcony for fresh air.

All I thought I was alone, but there's someone who found the balcony before I did.

I bet it's a girl who got ditched by her prom date. Just kidding.
Her head turns to my direction, her eyelids squinting at me.

"You're Patrick, right?" She asked. I don't know the girl, but how she knew me?

"Uh...yeah." I said and smiles at me.

"It's me, Y/N. We're from the same class." She whispers. I stare at her again, mesmerized. I didn't know she could like this.

"Wow." C'mon Patrick, that's not the best word to use as a response. "What're you doing here?"

"I heard there's a meteor shower in a few minutes." She says and gazes back on the sky. My eyes darted to her high heels that rests on the floor.

"I'll be back." I said.

"Sure."

I picked up two vacant chairs from the nearby table. She eyes the chairs I carried when I returned back.

"I thought you were worn out from those shoes." I said, placing one on her side then on mine.

"Thank you. You're really a gentleman." She said as I draped my coat on her shoulders. Then, we stare at each other, our gazes interlocked with each other.

She broke from the stare and I found her blushing. I sat down next to her.

"Don't stare at me like that!" She squeals and almost broke into a giggle.

I chuckle as I secretly gaze at her as she looks back in the skies.

"I wasn't supposed to be here, to be honest." She murmured.

"Then, why you were sitting next to me?"

"I just don't want to disappoint my friends. It is not because of no prom dates, but because of the meteor shower." She mentioned the meteor shower again

Meteor shower? I secretly fish one of the letters I brought with me; the poem that 'blurryface' gave me.

Meteor showers and a night to remember
They became one on that night

When I looked back at her, she looked like she saw a ghost as she eyed the paper I was holding.

"Y-you didn't put them in the trash?" She said.

"Why would I? And why do you know these?"

"Because I sent them," she whispered. "I thought they were pieces of garbage and you were going to return them or something."

"So you're blurryface?"

"It was supposed to be blurryeyes, but knowing it would give you hints, I used face instead of eyes."

"I finally found you." I said in relief and tangling my fingers with hers.

"No, wait!" She said, leaping from her seat and pointing at the sky. I watch as her face lights up in delight.

I kiss her cheek softly and she looked at me, red as a tomato. God. I hope she wouldn't stop blushing.

"I really feel awkward when you make me blush." She whispers.

"You don't." I snap. "Honestly, your literary pieces caught me."

"I didn't know they would do that."

"Be my girlfriend because I want to be the only one to have your love letters."

Her hand untangled from mine and clasped her face.

"Patrick Stump asked me to be his girlfriend and he likes my letters. I think I'm dreaming." She muttered in low voice.

I pinch her hard enough, but she didn't wince.

"Guess I wasn't."

And after this night, I've been receiving numerous letters from her.