Fall Out Boy Imagines 4

Pete Imagine: The Dismal Drizzle

You sat outside on the steps of your house. Winter break was over, school was starting tomorrow, but you couldn't be bothered to move. Even as the slight drizzle began to hit your head, you sat still, staring down at your worn boots.

"You okay?" Your neighbor and best friend, Pete, asked. He sat down and looked over at you, you sighed and looked over at him with a blank expression on your face.

"It's raining." You said.

"Actually, it's drizzling." Pete corrected.

"It's dismal is what it is." Pete frowned and looked over at you.

"Something's on your mind, isn't it?" He figured.

"Yup. Why are Bucky Barnes and Spencer Reid fictional characters? They would make great husbands." You said lamely. Pete scoffed and pulled your head onto his shoulder.

"You need to be more open with your feelings kid." He stated, kissing your forehead.

"You think there's someone out there for everybody?" You asked suddenly and softly.

"Yeah, I believe that." Pete nodded.

"So there is hope for me. Good to know." You looked straight head watching the road in front of your house. Pete smiled and rubbed your back encouragingly.

"We made it this far, kid." He said before following your gaze.