Patrick Stump Imagines

56 - What are you so scared of?

An ear-shattering pitch was heard from the bathroom as you could hear the doorknob ramming, as if someone tries to open it without twisting and pulling.

"Holy smokes!" Your roommate shouted again, his voice piercing your ears. It even made you lose the enthusiasm on the school work you're currently doing.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" He screamed. Everything wouldn't matter to him--even if he's half-naked, in the middle of down loading his stool or peeing.

As long as there's a...

"There's a fucking spider in the bathroom!" He shouted, running to you.

You just widen your eyes at him.

"Didn't you hear me?" He shrieked. "There's. A. Fucking. Spider. In. The. Bathroom!"

"Calm the fuck down, Patrick." You said, tidying your stuff.

"How would I calm down? There's a spider, Y/N! A spider!"

"And what would you want me to do with it?"

"Kill it. With fire, maybe?" He suggested. You eyed him, from head to toe. He watched you as he blushes pink.

"No." You murmured.

"Please, Y/N." He begged.

You chuckled as the thought of Patrick being so stressed out on that spider. Is there anything new?

"Alright," You went to the bathroom, together with a slipper. You immediately hit the spider on the side of the shower. "There, no more spiders." You said.

Patrick peeked on the door, slightly amused.

"Thank you so much." He said.

"You're very welcome, Patrick." When he was shutting the door, you stopped him.

"What?"

"There's another one." You said, pointing above the door frame.