Patrick Stump Imagines

64 - Just Another Halloween Themed Fic

Pete and Meagan's garden is the only calm place that I could find in their party. I shouldn't be here, anyways...if it wasn't Meagan who begged me to come.

"Care to join us, Y/N?"

I could still hear the question my best friend asked me when I arrived in my apartment and the worst is...they're in the middle of screwing each other.

Tears broke down from my eyes and cascaded on my cheeks as I realized that they're the people I trust the most. Why did I do that? How long have they been doing that?

"Nobody likes you because you're a nun."

I dash my arm on my face, smudging whatever I've smeared on. Suddenly, someone passes me a handkerchief.

"T-thanks." I murmured and used the handkerchief to wipe my tears.

"Your-uh...Hermione costume looks good." He complimented. I stopped wiping for a moment and found a strawberry blonde clad in red suit and devil horns.

"Thanks--" I stop, feeling the embroided initials on the handkerchief. P-M-S.

PMS? Premenstrual Syndrome? The thought made me smile.

"I'm Patrick. Patrick Martin Stump." He says awkwardly, offering his hand.

"Oh." I shook it and smiled. "Y/N. Y/N L/N."

"So, what are you doing here?"

"Looking for peace of mind," I sighed. "And besides, it's getting toxicated inside, makes me more confused. I wasn't supposed to be here, though."

"Why?" He took off his flashing devil horns.

"Saw my boyfriend nailing my best friend when I got home from work," I said, clenching the handkerchief in my grasp. "And..." I trailed off.

"And?"

"They asked me if I wanted to join." I murmured. "Probably my worst day ever."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to." I murmured. "If that's what she want, then, she'll have my boyfriend." I took the flashing devil horns and worn it. "And by the way, you have an angelic face, being a devil doesn't suit you."

"I know. You're the only one who noticed."

I chuckled. "Kinda wanna be bad for a day or even an hour or two,"

Then, the party music suddenly turned into a mellow one. The sliding door opened, and Pete was peeking.

"Sorry Pete, got the spot first." Patrick shouted.

"We were looking for you and Y/N!" He shouts back. "Hey guys, Patrick's flirting with Y/N, Meagan's best friend!"

My eyes shook as how Patrick blushed as red as his costume. "No...uhm...Y/N do not believe him." He said.

"You're comforting me and I think that's a new way to flirt."

"Really?"

I chuckled.

"D-do you care for a dance?" He suddenly offered.

"It's fine." I murmured.

He offers his hand to me. "Like a dance in the Yule Ball?"

I chuckle. "Yeah. Sure."

So, we went back inside and danced to the beat of music. Of course, it was awkward since we've just met and barely knew each other.

And then, everything was perfect until Pete Wentz came in the picture and scolded me for my smudged eyeliner that scattered on my face.