|| Miserably Stunning || Patrick Stump Fanfiction

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Did I just say that I thanked my best friend that much? Well, I just hated her right at that moment as well.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. Clem, I'm just here to tell you that the rest of the gang and I will be at the canteen. So, yeah if you need us, we'll be there. See you later!" And just like that, she went of like the Flash. Of course, I didn't miss the quick wink she sent me. As well as that sly smirk of hers. God, I just hated her so much right now! She'll bombard me with questions I'm already expecting later on.

"You know, your friends seem to be cool." Both of us were still looking at the door where Holly appeared and left just seconds ago. He sighed and let out a quiet laugh that seemed oddly unhappy. I looked at him and it was his turn to look down. It's as if destiny won't let us see each other's eyes. Maybe because of the consequences that might happen again? I mentally shrugged it off and decided to ask about his sudden change of mood.

"What's wrong? Don't you have cool friends too?" Oh my goodness, Clem! Stop asking such nonsense. Of course he has cool friends too! Heck, he might even have a lot more–

"I'm not good with people. Not that I hate being around them, it's just– I feel anxious every time I try talking to new people. I'd actually guess you've already heard about the rumors of me. That I ain't good with socializing. It's true. I'm not fond with people. I honestly don't even know how'd I gain the courage to talk to you without panicking." He sniggered. I'd never expected to hear this from a school's sweetheart. He always seemed really popular around students. Even teachers. I never knew he also had some sort of dark cloud forming on top of his head, raindrops waiting to be poured down once he's cracked.

"That's the reason why I usually work alone. Eat alone. Study alone. Every normal highschool student wouldn't do. I may be known by a lot of people in this school, but to be honest- I never asked for that kind of attention. All I ever wished for is to gain enough strength to conquer the fear of talking to others and start to avoid being alone all the ti–"

"You're not alone." We can be alone together all the time you'd want. But, no. I doubt that would happen. What I said came out like a whisper. I simply can't help it anymore! This is too much. He doesn't deserve to feel this way. Not without a single explainable reason. Without any control of my actions, my arm was already reluctantly placed above his shoulders. At first, I felt a look of panic sprawling across my face, scared that he himself might be terrified because of my sudden idiocy. Instead, I felt him lean against my side. He felt warm. His head laid on top of my shoulder as he sighed, feeling more calmed and relaxed.

I was stunned. I definitely did not expect for this scenario to happen. Ever! Neither for it to exist. Due to the shock it created, I didn't get to respond with his actions immediately. Luckily, he didn't notice. So after a little while, I finally squeezed him awkwardly against me. I'm guessing he was smiling warmly as he sighed in content, his head still above my shoulder. I can't seem to find the right words to say, so instead- he did. He continued to talk to me. I felt extremely happy that he's finally letting out things about him without any form of hesitance. And it makes my heart flutter that it's me who he's chosen to chat with.

Though, I can't help but wonder– why me?

"When I was ten, I was riding my bicycle, heading towards home. When suddenly, a huge looking truck drove towards me. I'm guessing the driver hadn't notice me passing by, so it went straight at me- stopping when it was too late. It caused me and my crushed bike flying across the other side of the road. That's what my parents told me. I can't really remember all of those memories. I kind of had a temporary amnesia and didn't get to remember much about my past. Particularly some older events before the accident. I just don't really like strolling back into my past and remembering that horrible scenario."