bowers gang imagines

3. patrick

requested by memes_man x

"Patrick, where are we going?" you asked quite concerned with his plan to "shower you in lust" as he quoted tonight. you two were treading down a large steep hill nearing a place that looked almost identical to the Barrens.

"you'll see doll." you could feel his smirk without even witnessing it.
"i don't have time for this shit, i have homewor-"
"that can wait, i can't." he cut you off and you rolled your eyes, being aware of the rocky hill and rocks placed everywhere ahead as you tried your best to hop over them.

"fucking finally." you heard your boyfriend mumble, your eyes widening in the realisation.
"Patrick, what is this?" your voice cracked a little, causing a faint laugh to escape his plump lips.

"you afraid sweetheart?" he questioned looking rather smitten with himself.
"do not call me that and to be frank, no. i think it's.. nice." you stood up straight, portraying yourself in a confident form in that moment.
"then you're gonna love what i planned for later." his tone seemed odd, different than per usual. your back tensed up at the sound.

"mm, doesn't it smell fresh doll?" Pat asked, you clenching your jaw mid question.
"first of all, don't call me that and second, i don't comprehend why you bought me here, dumbass. what's with the tub?" he looked down at the object then back to you, rather quickly.
"that's for later." he replied bluntly, pulling off his shirt.

"oh Jesus, we are not fucking in the woods you psycho." your sentence gained a chuckle from him and he slid down his shorts just after.
"i mean darl, if you want to i'm down, but for now i've got more of a wet activity for us to participate in." his eye formed into a wink.

before you could say anything a loud splash filled the lavender air. you ran to the edge of the cliff to see him soaked, swimming in the large lake.
"you gonna join me baby? or do i have to come get you myself." he smirked and you were silently deciding on whether or not you should. you didn't want to neglect him, oh how angry he became when you didn't obey his orders. you nodded to reassure yourself that you were ready, slipping off your shirt and shorts in the process.
"oh you're gonna get it, lanky." you shouted.

you dived in the cold water as it soon hit your body, feeling pure bliss fill inside. you could hear Patrick cheering from down under as you smoothly swam up to the surface.

"so this was your idea of a wet activity?" you sarcastically remarked, mocking his tone of voice.
"don't you like it?" he seemed a bit taken back, since he isn't used to people not enjoying his mischievous ideas that he calls "fun".
"i'd be much more satisfied reading a book at a nursing home." he laughed at your reply pulling you in by your waist.
"you're a handful, you know that?"

"here i bought towels." he groaned passing you a soft white one. his body was completely dry since he decided to escape the icy waters before you, attempting to get a clean tan for the summer.

a strange noise rang in your ears beside you, looking up to see Patrick shagging his hair back and forth like a dog.
"that's one way to do it." you giggled at how silly he looked.

"now dear, are you ready for the main course of this marvellous night?" he walked over to the start of a small hill. his question seemed real enough and you nodded your head as a reply. he disappeared for a second only to re appear with the tub from before glued to his bony hands.

"it better not be dead flies or a decapitated head, or we're over." he smirked at you, becoming more and more visible with every near step he took toward you.
"close your eyes sweetheart." he chimed.
"how many pet names are you gonna call me tonight? they're really getting on my nerv-" his finger swiftly placed itself onto your lips, cutting you off once more as your eyes fluttered shut.

"now open." the first thing in sight was his goofy smile, but then you looked downward to see the tub entirely open.
"Patrick, where did you get these?" your face lit up as you picked the flowers and containers of food from the small space.
"it doesn't matter."
"Pat." you shot him a stern look and he gave in.
"i may have picked a few roses from the neighbours garden, but it's nothing to them anyways. i'm sure their rich asses won't even notice. plus they can replace it anytime so." he rambled on and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"so what's it for? you're never really the type to pull lovey dovey acts like these." you said whilst burying your nose into the flowers.
"we're having a picnic date here, tonight. i got bored and thought it'd be a nice idea and you better too. i went through a lot of fucking stress hiding from those stupid security cameras to get those flowers you said you liked." he scoffed.

your eyes widened in surprise. Patrick usually never remembers tiny details you mumble on about, but you secretly liked it when he did and you were sure he could tell as well.
"you remembered?" a goofy smile grew onto your lips and his face grew happier at the sight.
"yeah yeah, now don't mention it."

you cuddled up together eating the cut up sandwiches he packed for you both, sharing stories and memories with one another. it was a perfect night for the both of you stubborn teens.

made it SUPPA long. I'll be damned if anyone even reaches the end but thank you if you didn't get fed up w my horrible writing skills ❤️