Where Is Your Boy? A Patrick Stump Fanfiction

Sugar, We're Going Down

Chapter 2:
Sugar, We're Going Down

Before I'd even got home, I was already writing in my notebook. After the long, crazy day I just had, I felt simply inspired. I spend the rest of my day in my room writing, spilling my soul onto the page. By the end of the night, I'd written a whole song, and I was surprised. I usually took, days, weeks, sometimes even months to write songs. When I'd finally finished, I laid back on my bed. My alarm clock said 1am, but for some reason I wasn't tired. I still had so many questions about Patrick; Fedora Boy. When I'd looked over at him at recess, he was alone. Was there a chance we were alike? I shook my head at the thought. I'd been alone for this long, I wasn't going to start now, or I was just being stubborn? With all these thoughts clouding up my brain, I found it hard to fall asleep, but I did. And that night was the first night I dreamed of Patrick Stumph.

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The next morning came as quickly as the night had gone past. Before I knew I was awake, I was already at school. This morning, I walked alone. Imogen seemed to have ditch me for her guy 'friends' again. But hey, I was glad. I couldn't be doing with her voice colliding with my thoughts. Soon enough, I was in homeroom, but surprisingly, Patrick was already there. He saw me and gave me a warm smile. I felt a warm shiver go down my spine, and I found myself smiling back. No, I told myself, this is not happening. Stop it. My smile slowly faded away, and I sat down.

"Hey! What's up?" He asked me. Smiling again. Damn it, stop smiling, Patrick, stop smiling.
What's up is you! You keep messing with my head! I wanted to say, but I just came out with a shy, pathetic squeak. "Nothing, you?" "Same," he replied.
"So you're into music, huh?" I nodded.
"Yeah, but it's nothing. Just a hobby. It's not like I'm good at it or anything." I blushed and he shook his head disapprovingly. "I don't know whether I should say this, but Imogen has told me all about you. Don't worry, I didn't ask." My cheeks burned a little more red and I looked over at Imogen, who was grinning at me and signalling a 'carry on' sign. After a little while though, she knew exactly what I meant, and looked away. Sneaky girl.
"Don't worry. By what she told me, you're a pretty cool person." I could tell without looking at him that we were both blushing. Suddenly, curiosity washed over me as I realised I'd never actually had a good look at him. For some reason, the fear of yesterday disappeared and I looked up at him.

He had the bluest eyes, with a hint of green, and a flawless face. For one second, those eyes became all I could see, and when we broke the gaze up, the picture of his face lingered for a long while. It seemed a long while before Patrick spoke up. "Hey, I heard you like music?" I grinned at him "Yes, I told you just now!" We both laughed and he slapped his palm to him forehead.
"Well, either way, my dad has a studio in his garage. I was wondering..." I nodded without thinking.
Wait, what? I'd never preformed in front of anyone, and more importantly, was he asking me out?
"Great, meet me after school, we'll walk up to my place together." "Okay, can't wait!" I replied.
I had music practice in school the same day, so I already had my guitar on me, but when we separated for our lessons finally, I kept revising my song lyrics. Titled Alone Together, it seemed the perfect song for us, and I'd written it without even thinking. By this point, I knew all the superstitions I'd had about him were wrong. He was like me, just another lonely soul..