Headfirst Slide Into Your Heart {A Patrick Stump x Reader Fiction}

Chapter 3: Would You Mind if I Sat Next to You and Watched You Smile?

"SHIT!" you yelled as you sprung up out of your bed. You quickly snatched your phone from its' charger on the wall to check the time.

12:30

You were supposed to meet Patrick at his house in thirty minutes. You ran over to your closet and pulled out a Green Day t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans and ran into your bathroom to change. By the time you had brushed your hair and thrown on your beanie it was 12:55. You ran downstairs and sprinted out of the front door.

Your eyes narrowed at the bright sun that was beaming outside. It was a very hot day, so you hoped that whatever Patrick had in mind didn't involve many outdoor doings. You made it into the foot of his driveway right as the clock on your phone read 1:00 pm.

Should I knock on the door?

As you were wondering whether to knock or not, you noticed a pair of green eyes gazing at you from an upstairs window. You watched Patrick fumble with the latch for a moment before pushing up the window to call out to you.

"I'll be out in a sec. Let me grab my keys."

Before you could respond, he disappeared back through the window into the place that you assumed to be his room. The window slid shut behind him. You took a seat on the old crate that you used the night before when you had watched the band play. The drum set still sat in the back of the garage with a tarp lazily draped over it.

Less than two minutes later, Patrick came quickly out of the back door, yelling something about being back later to his mother. He looked at you sitting in the corner and smiled.

"Ready to go?" He walked over to your crate, offering his hand to help you up.

"Yep, even though I don't know where we're going," you responded with a small laugh.

Your eyes met his, and you took his hand as he pulled you up. You followed him to the small Nissan car that sat on the edge of the driveway; half of it was parked in the grass. Patrick walked around and opened the passenger door for you. You silently nodded in thanks and climbed into the car. You fastened your seat belt, waiting for Patrick to start the car.

You had been riding in silence for nearly 2 minutes before Patrick began to strike up conversation.

"So um, I thought we could go grab some coffee and wing it from there?" He said with a questioning tone, as if making sure that his plans were OK with you

"Yeah, that sounds great. It's too hot to really do anything outside," you responded.

Patrick nodded, "That's for sure. I have a bunch of coupons for Starbucks anyways."

You smiled at the thought of Patrick constantly annoying the people at Starbucks with his coupons. It didn't take long for you to start hysterically laughing. Patrick sat watching you with an amused smile.

"What's so funny huh?" He chuckled at you. You just laughed even harder. Soon he joined you, barely able to drive through his tears. Finally, after terrorizing the drivers on the road, the two you pulled into Starbucks. You both sighed, recovering from the laughing fit.

Patrick got out and played the act of a gentleman, opening your door for you and offering you a hand out of the car. You gave him a silent thank you and headed for the entrance.

As soon as you walked in, the wonderful aroma of coffee beans washed over you. You breathed in and happily smiled, looking at Patrick. You giggled, as he was doing the same thing. He led you to a booth near the back of the small coffee shop, where the two of you sat and waited for a waitress to take your orders.

"So (y/n)," Patrick started, "you said moved here from (y/h/s)?"

You smiled and looked out the window, all of the memories from your old home washing over you.

"Yeah, I did," you chuckle. "I was born there. It's a pretty cool place."

Patrick seems to notice your nostalgic look. "Tell me about it," he inquires. You begin telling him about all of the friends from your old school. You couldn't help but smile as you reminisced about your old home. Patrick listened intently, carefully taking in every word that spilled from your mouth.

"Charlie and Deena sound pretty cool," Patrick chucked when you were finished. You eagerly nodded.

"They were. I think they would've loved to meet you."

Patrick smiled down at the table. "I'm honored," he chuckled in between his grin. A few moments of silence passed before a tall blonde stopped at your booth by the window.

"Hello, my name is Mandi. What can I get you two?"

Patrick gives you a warm smile before looking back up at Mandi.

"Hi Mandi. I'll have a caramel frappe' with whipped cream please."

Mandi smiles and begins to write down Patrick's order onto her small notepad. She then turns to you and asks you the same question.

"I'll have what he's having," you decide. After all, you can never go wrong with caramel. Mandi nods and turns away to prepare your drinks.

Nearly an hour after the waitress returned, you and Patrick decided to leave the homey Starbucks. Patrick held the door for you as you happily exited the facility.

"That coffee was great, don't you think?" Patrick asked. You nodded frantically.

"You can never go wrong with Starbucks, that's for sure."

You eagerly hopped into Patrick's car, curious unto wear you were going next. Before you even got a chance to close your door, he was cranking the old car. As if he knew exactly what you were thinking, he began to tell you.

"I just remembered that I have a gift card to one of the music stores in the mall. I have to get some stuff for Pete with it, so we might as well hang out there. Sound cool?" He shot you a glance, his smile wide.

He's really fucking adorable.

You quickly nodded. Music was your thing too. Of course that sounded cool.

"Yeah awesome. I have some spare cash to blow on stupid shit anyways."

Patrick chuckled, "Look out mall, here we come."