Fall Out Boy Imagines

A Grape but of a Prune

A/N From Patrick's perspective

She skipped as a toddler, and smiled as a baby. She was so naïve yet full of maturity. Her actions spoke of a child but her words acted of an adult. She was a true peroxide of her own time. Nothing could make her right, no word in the universe. She was simply her.

"How was your day?" Y/N asked me, hoping onto a curb ledge of the old suburban garden. She asked truly genuine and interested rather than the usual words to fill a silence.

"Fine" I replied. She reached her arms out to keep her balance that she never had.

"Everyday your day is fine. Tell me why. I want to know, really. What went on, what did he do, what did she hear, come on. What makes it fine?" she questioned me. I didn't know what to tell her, nor what she wanted to hear.

"It really was just fine, Y/N" I chuckled, looking down at my feet. She jumped off the curb, her big feet making a huge thud on the sidewalk. Hitting me on the back of the head, she began to walk beside me.

"Seriously you doof," Y/N remarked, "I wanna know."

I sighed, "alright. I got a lot of homework, which sucks, but the teachers weren't all that bad, which was good. So, combined today sucking and today being good, and you get fine. And that is why my day, mam, was fine."

She looked up at me with a dirty look, "that is a good answer, I suppose. But you know what, you suck."

"I know," I joked, "so how was your day?" I asked her as she turned and ran up her driveway to the door.

Once she got there, she yelled back at me, "fine."

"You're a prune!" I laughed.

She entered her house, but through her thin walls I could hear her yell back, "But for I am not a prune, but of a grape. For you are the prune old sir as you are dry and shriveled of knowledge whilst I am luscious and full of life!"

I turned, shaking my head. She really was something else, whether it be good or bad, I didn't know. But I didn't care. For an old prune I was, I could only hope she'd drop me in the water for me to fill with a spirit of hers again.