PeteYou cheered as your school team scored another goal. You were never much of a soccer fan, but when your boyfriend was playing, you became extremely excited. As everyone reassembled in to their places on the field, you whooped, causing Pete to look up at you in the bleachers. He gave you a wide smile and a quick wave before running to get ready for the last few minutes of the game.
Those minutes passed like seconds and soon you were waiting eagerly for your partner to come and find you. He came charging out, you being the only thing on his mind. As he reached you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm so proud of you, Petey!" You squealed, Pete smiling at how happy you seemed.
"Thank you, baby. I always do great when my biggest fan is there to cheer me on." He looked down at you lovingly and leaned in for a kiss. His lips met yours for a few brief seconds before he pulled away.
You bit your lip as your eyes met again. "How about we go celebrate your victory back at mine?" You asked quietly, peering down at his lips. His eyebrows raised as you smoothed your arms over his jacket.
"Yeah?" He mumbled, a dorky smile plastered on his face. You nodded and before you knew it, you were swept in to his arms. "Then let's go." He smirked. Meanwhile Joe and Andy watched the whole scene play out.
"He is whipped with that one." Joe mindlessly commented. Andy simply nodded and smiled.
Andy
Andy's head shot up as a loud bang was heard. He turned away from his locker and saw you pressed against the opposite set of lockers, your boyfriend sucking the life out of your face. Andy noticed the slightly uncomfortable and disgusted look on your face as his hands traveled down your waist. He rolled his eyes and went back to trying to balance his books.
Truth is, Andy absolutely hated your boyfriend. He was loud, rude and punching above his weight to be able to be with you. He never knew why you went out with that jerk. You were complete opposites. You were kind, patient and a god damn beauty. Andy knew he could treat you better than he ever did.
"Very sanitary." Patrick snickered as he saw the scene before him. Justin pulled away from you, finally letting you breath, shooting daggers at your friends.
"What was that, Stump?" You clenched you eyes shut, knowing what was coming next. Patrick's eyes widened when he realised Justin had heard him. "You got a problem with me kissing my girl? Would you rather it be you? Huh?!" He raised his voice, growing more angry as the seconds passed by.
"Justin..." You grabbed is arm to try and pull him away, instantly regretting that choice as he pushed you back in to the lockers, still staring Patrick down. Andy noticed your eye lids clamp shut as pain echoed through your features and something that rarely happened with Andy ran through him.
"It was me." He snapped, looking at you as anger radiated off of him. Justin looked at him menacingly.
"What?" He spat. Andy nodded, finally looking at the douche.
"It was me. I think you two kissing is probably the most disgusting thing on the universe and so it seems, she does too. You treat her like shit, man. " Andy explained, seething as he made sure you were okay just by looking at you. Patrick carefully trod towards you, putting his arm around you to guide you towards the Nurse as the hallways span around you.
Justin only released a growl as a response. Andy was too distracted by you to see Justin throwing a punch his way. Andy landed on the floor, his right eye closing from the pain. Justin knelt down and picked Andy up slightly by his shirt. "Talk about us, look at us or even think about me and my girlfriend again, and I'll do more than give you a black eye." He warned, Andy squinting at him.

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Fall out boy imagines and preferences- round three
FanfictionAnother book on fall out boy. Enjoy.