underappreciated me (patrick stump fanfic)

destined clumsiness

*patricks p.o.v*

"patrick!" a voice called from the auditorium,oh shoot its my duty. i ran out of my white bed, well obviosly its going to be white i mean im an angel and where angels live its just all white, i spilled coke on the carpet last week, the carpets still white,

i got dressed quickly, i dress in all black because im trendy. (a/n its the black patrick wheres on stage at the save rock and roll tour you know that outfit?yeah that)

i ran down the stairs to be greeted by the head Angel or misstress, honey. Thats her name very nice woman quite fragile but could beat you to a pulp if you get on her bad side. She greeted me with a warm smile. "half an hour?" she says eyebrows raised and looking at her watch, it took me that long god, well it used to take me an hour and i'd be late to some wish that id have to give a kid.

"hey, last time it was an hour." i laughed, she nodded and laughed. wow she was beautiful,but she's like 40,that'd be weird.

"well go get breakfast on your way to a mission." she said pulling out a file and passed me it,i opened the small folder that had the name 'Zara Blantley', it said the basics on

' Problem: Unappreciated,taking for granted.

wish:people would stop doing that

age:18

school:west brook high

height: 5'4

weight: not said'

girls and their 'weight not said' jeez

i mentally roll my eyes

"so are you ready?" Honey asks with her chocolate brown waves that she calls eyes and a breathtaking smile ok this is getting weird.

"y-yeah." i stutter, well done you idiot, Honey chuckles and stands back casting the spell that sends me to the place the person lives.

"alrighty, hold on tight." she smiles, waving her hands then zapping me sending me off somewhere.

i hate this feeling my ears always pop.

i feel my self nearly landing on the ground, come on Patrick do a good landing,

i said that to soon

i ended up face first into a wooden surface,i could be on a ship for all i know. i stand up and then fall back down because i feel a pain shoot through me, knew it. i hurt my wing, damn you i paid the nurse 20 dollars the last time to glue you perfect.

i stood up and brushed my self off,  i've got soot all over my clothes. Did i come down through a chimney, wait DID I COME DOWN THROUGH A CHIMNEY?!?!?!

i look down to see im stood in a large opened fireplace, luckily it wasn't on and that no ones there. i stand out of it to see a large planned living area, oh how nice,i wonder who lives here.

i walk around the living room to see nothing they must have gone out i guess ill just snoot around for a while til they get back,

"who are you?" a woman in her 80's in a zimmerframe asked from a door,holy shit i landed in the wrong house or did i?

"Zara?" i asked, the woman got even more confused and squinted her eye at me, so she's easily confused,alrighty then.

"grandma hey hows it hanging it been a while eh?" i say walking over to the woman wrapping my arms gently around her,please fall for it.

"peter?" she asked, just nod just nod

i nodded," grammy grams."

"oh my darling grandson, let me go call your mother ill be back." she smiled walking into the kitchen very slowly.