Patrick Stump Imagines

Switch (Part 2)

Patrick's POV.

It's annoying that Y/N L/N has this High School Musical thingy and trust me, nothing is more painful than rehearsing in goddamn heels.

But hey, I am enjoying her body since I got taller. Like you know, you have a longer range in a 5'8" height.

Sitting down, I felt my feet reach seventh heaven.

"Hey babe," somebody suddenly said, slipping an arm on my waist.

According to the e-mail she sent me, this must be Kevin, her stupid boyfriend. She calls him Kev or Kevvy.

This totally sucks.

"Hi Kevvy," I say sweetly and I swear to the God of fedoras, this is the most disgusting thing I am going to do.

He kisses my cheek. "How's your practice?"

"It's...uhm...exhausting. You know, in these shoes." I said, showing him Y/N's shoes.

"Do you want me to massage them for you?" He offered. If I am Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy, and not Y/N L/N, I swear, I could have killed this guy.

"Nah...no thank you." I murmured and smiled.

"Darryl wants to invite us in his birthday bash tonight. You know, drinks and..." He stopped and I watched him looked around.

"And?"

"You, baby." He finished.

This is so disgusting on many levels. I am sure she wouldn't agree on this.

"L/N, we're starting once again!" The director said. I rolled my eyes and pushed him a little bit away.

"I'll think of it." And that means, I have to call her.

I sigh before heading back on the stage. I really want my body back.

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"What did you say?" Y/N almost shrieked on the other line.

"I said that I'll think of it." I snapped. "Your boyfriend is a priapic monster!" I shrieked, pacing the room she owned, back and forth. 

"I know and that wouldn't change." I heard her tapping her fingers. "Think of an excuse, Patrick."

"Like what?" I murmured. "Like, I wouldn't be able to be with you because the play's script has changes? Like that?"

"Did you just say that the script has changes?" She almost screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Yeah and they made me kiss--"

"Oh noes." She sighed. "What the hell really happened and we switched bodies?"

"I-I don't know how it happened." I replied.

"Patrick, I know it is crazy but I saw a woman staring wickedly at me and then hours later, I received a text message."

"What did it said?"

"'Are you enjoying?' That's what it said from an unregistered number."

"Uh-huh, how does the woman looked like?"

"Oh. I guess she's in mid twenties to early thirties, curly hair and I am not sure of the complexion because she's in the dark and hiding."

I purse my lips at the thought. No. How did she do that? Is this what she really wanted to do after our divorce?

Things are getting fucked up, aren't they?

"Patrick? Hello?" She mused.

"I'm still here." I sighed. "That must be my ex-wife."

"What did you do?"

"Divorce." I snapped.

"Because of?" God. This inquisition is getting irritating than ever! There are things that she shouldn't know!

"I can't tell you--hold on a second." I walked to the door and when I opened it, Kevin is standing on the doorway. "You know, girl, I'll catch up with you later."

"Patrick, wait!" I set the phone onto hold, then, my eyes shook when Kevin's eyes rolled at the back of his head and fell on the ground.

"Kevin?" I call, nudging him with my foot.

"Hello, Patrick." I cringed when someone called my name. Looking around, I found Elisa, resting her back against a wall and seemed enjoying what she is doing.

I couldn't say anything because I don't want to hurt her and this could go worse.

"Elisa," I said.

"How's it going, huh? Do you love whatever that girl is doing? I guess you even loved her height."

"Elisa, it only needs to be me--" She raised her index finger, silencing me.

"This is the worst way to teach you a lesson, Patrick." She murmured. "And I love the way I am hurting you."

"Stop quoting our songs." I scoffed.

"I am not. I'm just telling the truth." She shrugged.

"B-but why Y/N?" I asked. "Of all people..."

"Hmm...why won't you find it out on your own?" She teased. "Besides, you still have until...the end of the month and if you weren't able to find it out on your own, that'll be permanent."

I gaze at her with pure hatred.

"It's called a hustle sweetheart." She winked. "Remember, you only have until the end of the month."

"Elisa--" Before I could finish my sentence, she snapped, bringing Kevin into life.

Why does she always cut me off?

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A/N: I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST ELISTRICK. I JUST DID THAT SO THE STORY WOULD HAVE SENSE.