|| Miserably Stunning || Patrick Stump Fanfiction

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"And the champion of this year's academic quiz bee is..."

Drum rolls began to play. What would be an announcement of winners without a drum roll? Either humanly or instrumentally made. There has to be a drum roll.

"Jaylen Collins! Give him a round of applause, everybody! Our new quiz bee champion! Congratulations, sir..." Mrs. Jones cheered as she handed him his medal and certificate.

Yes. It wasn't Patrick. But, let me tell you this–

"Clementine! I freaking won first place! Beat that, sweetheart!"

Welp. There y'all go. Wait. Are you guys trying to tell me something? Let me replay his words again...

-Clementine
-I freaking won
-1st place
-Beat that
-sweetheart

Sweetheart. That's it! I've fallen. And it's bad. This is bad– I've fallen bad. After months of denying. I can't believe that this is actually happening. Love. It can't be, couldn't it? But that doesn't mean I'll go spill out the truth, right? I can still keep it to myself. No one else will know, but me. I'll just have to be extra careful with the words I'll be using around him, because I can't ruin his reputation. I can't let other people judge him just because he's growing too close with a nerd like me. That'll be simply unfair on his side! And will most likely make me seem like a selfish human being–

"Hello? Earth to Clementine. Earth to Clementine! Are you back to reality, sweetheart?" Patrick joked, giggling as he did so. His hand waving in front of me as I felt madness course right through me. It wasn't him. It was me. I was being selfish. And it's NOT having a good effect on me.

No, Clementine! You're just overreacting. Stop being a paranoid!

I believe that, that was my heart speaking. Although, I've never really let my heart decide for me before. It was always my mind that speaks. And I guess, it was the latter who'd decided what to do once again.

"Will you please just stop calling me sweetheart?!" I can't control myself! I knew I'll regret this once I'd leave this room full of oblivious students, chattering with each other. But, I can't stop myself! My mind was fighting up against me and my heart was too weak to fight back.

"I- I'm sorry, Clementine... I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable–" He was about to touch my shoulder, when I'd idiotically moved away and looked down, not wanting him to see how much of a big deal this was to me.

And so I ran.

It took me a couple of seconds before I could do so. But I did. I didn't know what else to do! It was of course, my fault again. Me overreacting about simple stuff. But this ain't simple! I love him. I've known him for months, but did he? No. I was too scared of approaching him, that every time he'd walked by, I'd either run or hide. You see how much of a dumbass I am?

"Clem?"

I heard a tiny squeaking voice. Almost like a whisper. Like that person was afraid to approach me, but whoever it was, I was rather unthankful that he or she had come near me. Either way, I looked up and the person instantly brought his/her hand close to my cheek and gently wiped a tear away. I was crying? No wonder my eyes were blurry. Can't this get anymore humiliating...

"Clem, why are you here? Is the event done? Why are you crying?" Fiona– thank god, was the one who'd asked me and was absentmindedly brushing her hand past my frizzed up curly hair. It wasn't that curly and frizzy, so her hand easily passed every brush of her hand made. It was comforting, but once a damage has been done, it's done. And that, in no doubt, was probably the reason why I was crying my eye balls out.

"Okay... So, I won't be asking you lot of those questions right now, but I will ask you a single question that might cheer you up. You ready, mate?" I chuckled at her British side, playfully shaked my head and then nodded in agreement. Sometimes, her simplest actions doesn't fail to help lighten up my mood. And that's something I liked about this girl, I'm glad I'd approached her that time she had her first day here. She was so shy and terrified.

"Would you want to come with me tomorrow for my recital?" She excitedly asked. She knew I loved watching her perform. It was just so... Amusing. And seeing those other talented musicians there? I'd claim really hard to be them.

"Are you serious?" I asked, sniffling from all those tears that had just dried on my pale cheeks. She laughed at my reply and nodded her head, smiling enthusiastically.

"I'll knock on your door tomorrow. Maybe about three in the afternoon? The recital starts at four, and I still need to practice when we get there. You okay with that?" I shrugged and gave her an approving smile, as she hugged me tight and thanked me.

"So... Did Patrick call you last Tuesday?" She shyly asked, as she looked down onto her toes and twisted them awkwardly. Woah! What the heck is going on?

"You're the freaking one who gave him my number?!"

All this time I thought it was Holly! Because, seriously– of all people, she gave my number. Why her? How? They never even talked! And, and she's never been fond of the thought about Patrick and I, unlike Holly does. Geez! Stop asking your head and speak to her, Clem!

"H-how, I mean, why'd you gave him my number?" She was blushing, and looked at me, determination in her eyes as she said:

"You'll find out soon, Clem."

That was all I got, when she'd pat my shoulder and walked her way out of my sight, skipping a little on the process.

Just moments ago, I was in the event having this awfully awkward situation with Patrick. Then, a friend came in, helped me out and apparently cheered me up as well. But she was also the one who'd got me deeper into this whole "try not to fall for Patrick" situation! She gave my number to him. But, she still doesn't know why'd I acted that way a while ago. Meaning, I have no reason to blame her for falling. For falling in love. It was all on me. The questions are though...

How and why?

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{A/N: Sorry this took a while! But... Thnks fr rdng! Also, all the MCR pics are making me cry. I love seeing them support each other all throughout the years, even without the band itself. Just simply seeing them together makes me remember that there was, in fact, a band called My Chemical Romance. ❤}