Fall Out Boy Imagines

Unprepared

You sat in your car on your way to Pete's house from campus. You and Patrick still hadn't talked yet, and Pete only texted you saying "Session. My place at 5". You heard your phone ding. It was a message from Joe.

"On your way?"

"Yeah, I'm coming. 'Bout ten minutes. Sorry to ask, but just to save time, could you guys start set up?"

"Already done. Me and Andy started as soon as we got here."

You thought to yourself for a second. It's Pete's house, where's he to help out?

"Pete..?"

"Went out to go get food soon as we got there. Said to text or call when anyone got there."

"Oh. Patrick not there?"

"Nope. Thought maybe you were driving him."

Your heart dropped quickly at the thought of Patrick and you. You wanted to talk to him. You needed to be there.

"Nope. Not with me."

"Oh. Well, he isn't returning my texts so, could you try to message him maybe?"

You sighed, putting your phone down. Just before turning to Pete's street, you swerved around and began heading down the opposite direction. The sunset looked pretty over the houses in the distance. It looked..natural. Your phone began to vibrate with an incoming call. 

Saint Joseph calling...

"I really should start answering my phone." you said as you ignored the call.

You pulled up to Patrick's apartment, then sat and stared at it wondering if you should just message him instead and turn around. Next thing you knew you were at the door. You were about to knock then remembered you had a key. You busted in to see Elisa reading a book on the couch. She looked up and smiled. 

"Hey Y/N, how's it going?" she greeted, marking her page then closing the book.

"Cool, uh, where's Patrick?" you said, not feeling right to talk to her right then. Her face went neutral to your reply. She looked back down at her book, reopening it then pointing to his room.

"There. He's been right in there for ten minutes. Won't answer me." she said. With out thanking her you went for the room only to find the door was locked.

"It's locked, Elisa." you heard Patrick from inside.

"It's not me this time it's a visitor. I'd open it, Patty." she yelled to the room.

"You can't fool me, Elisa. I'm not ope-"

You kicked the door, cutting Patrick off from response. 

"Hey careful! I just had those repainted." said Elisa, trying to calm you down.

Patrick came and opened the door, mildly shocked to see you. "Y/N.."

"DON'T BE MAD AT ME FOR BEING PREPARED!" you yelled, setting him back. "I was raised to be prepared Patrick. It's not about believing, it's about having another opportunity."

Patrick frowned. "Y/N-"

"Be mad at yourself for not being prepared." you said, then walked out the door.

[sorry this is a continuation. There's an ending to this and I want it to be here]

Patrick followed you outside. "Y/N, we need to talk."

"We just did." You snared.

"It's not that I'm not prepared cause I believe to much," he said cause you to pause, "It's cause this is my only option. This is something I love, Y/N. This is what I was raised on. You may have been raised to never take chances but I was raised on music. It's my water. My drive. I don't believe that much..." 

You turned around, getting a better look at Patrick. He was in pajamas still, his hair still in a bed head style. And his eyes..were red. He had been crying.

"If I am being honest, I wouldn't be shocked if we don't get to far. But this is who I am. This is who I always thought I would be. Granted, I wanted to be the man in the background, but, music is my future. You should know that about me more than anyone." He finished. You were silent, your mouth open as it started to rain, drenching your clothes.

"I'm just looking out for you." You said.

"I know, Y/N, but you you don't need to do that anymore." 

You closed your lips together and nodded. "I know.." You looked at each other as the rain kept falling. "We should go." You said.

"Yeah. You want a change of clothes?" He asked.

"Sure."

You went inside and both got dressed. You borrowed a pair of Elisa's pants, but none of her shirts fit you that well, so you wore one of Patrick's. You drove him over to Pete's to see them each eating a subway. Pete slid two sandwiches in your direction.

"Got you two something to." Pete mumbled through a mouth full of a meatball sub. You and Patrick both smiled and sat down.

You laughed and said "At least Pete's always prepared." 

Patrick chuckled as you took bites of your sandwich. No one else laughed cause no one else understood. But who cared.

No one.