Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

69. "Who You Gonna Call?"

T'was a normal night in the outer city parts of Chicago, Illinois. And by normal I meant, warm and muggy, and relentlessly windy. 

It was another night of ambitious "studying." Which meant watching Supernatural and studying the various lengths of Sam Winchester's hair. 

Now because of your extensive dedication to the T.V. show, one could say that your knowledge on all things supernatural (did you catch my pun?) was pretty vast.

So you were not like the other dumb blondes who pretended not to notice when the lights flickered or how cold the room got in less than two seconds.

"Oh shit."  You mumbled and grabbed your phone and ran out the front door.

The door slammed behind you as you sprinted for your car.

"Ain't no way any ghost is gonna get me." You fumbled to dial the number to call for help. "I am not dying today."

"Ghostbusters Agency, here for all your paranormal activity. What can we do for you?" A man answered the phone.

"There's something in my apartment." You said frantically. "The lights are flickering and my living room got hella cold all of a sudden." You explained.

"Ma'am are you still in the apartment?" He asked.

You shook your head, even though he couldn't see you. "Hell no I'm not. Why would I stay in an apartment that is obviously haunted by ghosts? I watch Supernatural, I know what happens when you ignore your problems. Cough, cough, Dean."

The other end of the line was silent for a moment. "....Ma'am, I have no idea what you're talking about."

You sighed. "Could you guys please come and kick the ass of whatever is living inside of my apartment?" 

"Do ghosts even have asses?" The man wondered aloud.

"He-llo!" You yelled exasperated. "There is a ghost in my house!"

"Oh crap!" He yelled. "There's a ghost in your house? We'll be there in ten minutes!" He hung up quickly.

You sighed and tossed your phone onto the car seat beside you. "I wonder what idiots they're gonna send?"

......

"Joe, hurry up!" Andy yelled from the back seat of the van.

Joe glared at him, as he turned onto the street your apartment was on. "I am not going to get a speeding ticket!"

Pete sighed. "You're not gonna get a speeding ticket from actually driving the speed limit!"

"But you might get one for driving ten miles under it." Patrick muttered sassily.

Joe slammed on the brakes, throwing everyone in the car forward. "We're here."

You watched the band of guys hop out of the grey van and mull towards your apartment building.

You could feel the newbieness (I just made that word up, feel free to use it) washing off of them in waves. 

"Great." You muttered as the short man with ginger hair tripped over his way too big uniform.

"Where is she?" Pete looked around. "When I talked to her she said she was outside of the apartment."

"Maybe she's hiding." Andy suggested.

"What good does hiding from a ghost do?" Patrick raised an eyebrow. "It's not like a ghost has ever gone 'Ooh, the scared human is hiding from me, I guess I'll go haunt someone else now.'"

"He's got a point." Joe said. "Toby followed that family to the other house in Paranormal Activity-"

"That was a movie." Pete rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, a movie based on a true story." Joe snorted.

You walked up to the four confused men. "Boys."

"Are you the girl?" Joe asked, staring at you.

"That called you?" You asked. "Yup, there's a ghost in my apartment."

Patrick stood straighter, trying to add inches to his height. "Well we're the Ghostbusters, and we're here to help."

You narrowed your eyes at the four men. "Wait, if you're like, the actual Ghostbusters, shouldn't one of you be black?"

Pete stuck his head from behind Andy. "I'm half, does that count?" 

You shrugged. "Close enough....I guess?"

"Alright men, let's get this ghost out of her house!" Patrick declared and grabbed his weapon.

"Apartment." Pete corrected and followed Patrick into the building.

You stood beside the curly haired dude."Do they argue often?"

"Pete and Patrick?" Joe raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, they fight like an old married couple." Joe shrugged.

"Shouldn't you be helping?" You asked as Andy glared at Joe before trudging into the house.

Joe shook his head. "Nah, I'm merely eye candy. They can do this on their own."

Just then Pete screamed. "Holy smokes! There's a legitimate ghost!"

"That's my line!" You heard Patrick yelled. 

You chuckled. "Oh yeah, they totally got this."

"Have faith, fair maiden." Joe leaned back against the van. 

A few screams and ten minutes later, Andy, Pete and Patrick exited the building covered in slime. 

"Mission successful." Patrick said, grinning.

"You have a great night." Pete grinned, his face covered in green slime. 

Joe climbed into the front seat of the van. "Call me." He mouthed, making the signal for a phone.

You grinned and rolled your eyes. "We'll see." You mouthed back.

We'll just say that Joe made a couple "unnecessary" trips to your house that month, due to some false ghost sightings. 

Ahhh, breaking the fourth wall is so fun...