A/N this is basically like a "prequel"
Another awful day in the eighth grade. Joy. Your hair was a tad frizzy, so you had put it in a ponytail. Your outfit was full of random choices of clothing ( due to you having to still wash all your clothes). You really weren't in the mood for people, but you still slapped on your "Ima be nice to you cause I don't wanna be more judged than I am" smile.
Every morning you would wait for your friends in the commons of the school in a designated spot. Then eventually you'd go with them once they came. But as you walked to your designated spot right out front of the computer lab, you noticed a chubby little boy sitting there. He looked about your age so you put your smile back on as you approached him.
As you got closer to him, he looked up. You were able to get a better look at him now. He had blonde hair that was poorly parted under a baseball cap. He was wearing a leather jacket that was of course made of false leather. Under it he had on a Beatles shirt. His expression looked afraid. You could tell he was new.
"Hi. I'm Y/N. You're new aren't you." You said, sitting down next to him. He looked at you now slightly distressed.
"Yeah. Name's Patrick." He said, his lips starting to curl up. Your friends walked by, trying to signal for you to join them. You smiled at Patrick, shaking your head at them. Your best friend (head of your "click") looked at you in slight disapproval, looking away as they continued to walk to the gym.
Never will you regret staying there next to Patrick.
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Fall Out Boy Imagines
FanfictionRedo of a previous not very well thought out version of the same concept. You are now a member of the Fall Out Boys. Witness your experiences through this fiction's eyes. [written from a girls perspective. I know that's just so ironic huh? shut up I...
