Patrick Stump Imagines

53 - Hum Hallelujah

(Patrick's POV)

Summer, 2001

"Yo, Patrick has a girlfriend!" Pete said to Joe and Andy, teasing me as my bestfriend, Y/N was approaching us.

"Cut it out! She's my best friend!" I snap. Then, Pete, Joe and Andy laughed at me.

"Hey Patrick," My best friend said, wrapping the flannel around herself.

"Hi," I said, "I want you to meet my friends." I pull Pete behind me, as Joe and Andy followed. "...um, this is Pete, Joe and Andy."

"Hello, nice to meet you!" She murmured, flashing a smile. "How'd all of you met?"

"I first met Joe, in a bookstore, he wanted a band, so was Pete." I said.

"Oh," she said, nodding.

"You can join our band if you want to, Y/N." I offered, knowing she could be a great pianist.

She chuckled. "That's not why I'm here." She pursed her lips. "I don't know how to tell you that we're moving..."

"Oh, for college?"

"Yeah." She said, smiling sadly at me. "Actually, I just asked for some time...so I could tell you." She was cut off as her family drove on the parking lot.

"It's okay. We could be pen pals, right?"

"Yeah." Before she completely turned away, she presented her pinkie finger.

Oh. Our teenage vow in the parking lot.

I wrapped mine around her. After a few seconds, I hugged her and then, she turned to their car.

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An angry driver horned at me as I realized that the stop light already turned green and only has a few seconds left. I was distracted by the parking lot--now a playground--where we used to bond when we were teenagers and the very first days of Fall Out Boy.

I groan in irritation as Pete called me for the nth time, telling me that the accountant already arrived, but seriously, it is just a way for Pete to relieve his impatience.

I drove through the valet, gave my car keys and headed inside the hotel together the cake they asked me to pick up for our guest.

Just as I expected, they were just bundled in the dining area of the hotel, obviously waiting for me.

"No, I didn't." I heard our manager said. "Well, I hope it would." He said and chuckled. "She's just around, trying to find a way to sneak out of the party."

Moments later, our manager stood up and went to a woman in her mid-20s. He gave us a signal as they walked to the room we rented to acquire copyrights of our new album.

While she was setting her laptop, our manager said that he's leaving since he has to go to another place. As the accountant's busy with her stuff, we sat down and watched as Pete eyes her.

"Paging Maegan Camper," I murmured as he gave me a playful punch on the arm.

The moment we started to discuss our terms, I do not know if this woman is flirting with us or what. It is kinda annoying. Like she's going to give us unusual looks, and for me they're completely annoying, removing me from the track.

*****

(Your POV)

Why can't they recognize me? Like, what the hell, I really wanted to see them, and here's what they're going to do to me. I guess I should have told Marcus ('tis just a random name) to tell them so it wouldn't end up like this.

I really suck at reality and expectation stuff.

Before I end talking to them, Pete raised his hand, saying he has a question.

"I...uh...you know, have been intimidated by the looks you're giving. Honestly, you do look like someone I once knew. Would you mind to give us something like a calling card or something valuable for identification?"

"Sure, no problem." I said, fishing my wallet and pulling a card. I flat the card down, the content facing the table. Pete stood up, shooting me a look then slipped the card to his direction.

But before he took the card, he sighed as his phone vibrated.

"Excuse me." He said, headed outside and answered his call.

Patrick leapt up and slided the card to his direction. He flips it up. Then, he gazed back at me, his eyes wide.

"Holy smokes." He said, his lips twitching into a smile. "Y/N?"

And with that, it's like someone snapped Joe and Andy back to life. Then, here I am, standing right in front him, dumb founded as I plaster a great smile on my face.

Instead of contract signing as new clients and the copyright stuff, it turned like a mini-reunion for us.