Emo Band Imagines

6. Patrick Stump (Fall Out Boy): Magic Hair Part 2

You feel your phone buzz and see it's a text from Patrick.

StumpH: Y/N!!! Where are you?!

You: You have to come and find me, motherfucker.

StumpH: -.-

You put your phone away and take another swig of the liquor, finishing off your 3rd. Your mind is in a bit of a haze. Opening another beer, you take another drink.

An hour later, you hear a car pull up. Ah shit.

"Y/N?! I know you're here!!" You hear Patrick's voice, yelling over the sound of the pouring rain.

"No I'm not!" You take another drink from your 7th beer. You hear him climb the ladder and his head pops up.

He looks at you concerned. "Hey." He sighs. His hair pressed against his forehead, his clothes clinging to him.

You nod in acknowledgment, bumping your head on the treehouse. "Shit." You rub your head. Taking yet another drink, you wipe your mouth, smearing your lipstick. "Heeyyyyy." Your words are slurred.

"Oh god you're drunk." He crawls into the treehouse and sits next to you. He runs his hands through his hair, moving it out of his face and to the side.

"I'm not as think as you drunk I am."

He shakes his head. "Oh no you're quoting Bre — Hey what's this?" He picks up your wand.

"That's my wand."

"Your wand? What are you, a witch?" He laughs.

"Yes, 'Trick-Or-Treat. I am a witch." You grab your wand.

He stares at you, his smile fading. "No you're not. Witches aren't real."

"Yes we are. We're just in hiding. We blend in with you no-maj's."

"Don't you mean muggle?"

"No. That's what the Brits call you." You open another beer and take a long drink, feeling the alcohol swimming in your veins.

"I think you're just drunk. You're just making this stuff up."

"I'm not! I'll prove it!" You start to stand up, but fall back down on your butt. Laughing to yourself, you spill a bit of your beer. "Oh no my beer."

"Let's just stay seated, okay?" Patrick pushes you back against the treehouse with his hand on your shoulder.

"But I wanna show you my magic, you asshole." You mumble and shrug his hand off.

"You can do it sitting down, can't you?"

"Yeah I guess. Wanna see me make the wine floaty-float?"

"Sure."

You take your wand and try to steady it, but in your drunken state, your aim is off. "Wingardium Leviosa" You say a little too loudly, making a stack of hay float in the air instead of the beverage.

"That's not the wine." He smirks.

"Shut up." You mumble, flicking him off.