Patrick Stump Imagines

58 - Switch

There are two things I would like to point out: first, this is not my room and second, I feel very different this day.

I don't remember hooking in the club last night; in fact, I came home from the library, studying my shit for today. Anything else, I must do what I have to do.

For the morning routine, just as always, check how I look--my designer eyebags, fix my hair and do crazy cute shit. But then...

Oh my fucking god.

I am in Patrick Stump's body.

There's a loud bang from the door and when I open it, it was Pete Wentz, an angry look plastered on his face.

"God damn it, Patrick! We're almost late!" He shouted.

"Late for what?"

"Are you kidding me? We have interview for today! Two interviews!"

"Oh." I don't know how to tell him since I have Patrick's voice. I hope he notices. "I have to take a bath."

"Of course you do." He snarls, shutting the door close.

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"Let's go." I said, exiting from my room. As unison, they look at me.

"Aren't you forgetting something else?" Trohman asked.

"No, what am I missing?"

Hurley taps his head. "You're not with your fedora."

"Oh yeah, great. Thanks for reminding me." I said casually and went back to the room, picking up one.

God I have to find where the hell my real body is.

"Alright, let's go." I said once more, going out of the room.

"You look weird today, Patrick." Pete said.

How am I supposed to be normal when I am not in my body? What the hell happened to my body?

Shit.

I have exams for today.

"Where are we?" I suddenly asked.

"Manhattan," Pete said sternly.

Oh god. That's pretty far from Chicago.

Fuck.

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Right on our way, I cannot have access to his phone. How am I supposed to contact my body?

The van's silence when someone's phone started ringing; turns out it's Andy's. He gave us all a perplexed look.

"Andy Hurley speaking," he started. "Wait...wait. I can't understand...you want to talk to Patrick? Why?"

Just pass the phone, Andy.

"Someone wants to talk to you." The drummer said, passing his phone.

"Talk," I started.

"Holy smokes. Whoever you are, I want you out of my body." He started.

"Do you even think I wanted this?" I snap.

"Dude, you think it's funny that I have boobs?" He remarked. "It's like someone installed balls on my chest; they bounce every time I panic and I don't even know how to do the things you do!"

"I don't have any idea on how this happened." I snap.

"Listen, I know you're in the van, probably on board for our interviews. Here's how we're going to talk...use my birthday so you can access my phone. Then, log my e-mail out and use yours."

"I get it."

"Do you have any schedule today? Mail it. Do you get it?"

"Got it." I replied.

"We'll tell them once we've met. You know how your body looks like and I know how mine looks." He stopped and hangs up.

"What was that?" Pete remarked as I return Andy's phone.

"Just my cousin...she said my phone was unattended, but it is not."

I enter his birthday on his phone and voila, it worked. I copy his e-mail address and logged mine in.

Whatever sorcery is happening to the both of us, don't even think we like it.

To be continued...