Every time I publish I spend 2 months debating on whether to continue or not, and I always decide to continue thanks to people like:
who added the book to their reading lists and left comments and such. Thank you to every one who keeps the inspiration going. <3 If I missed someone I'm so sorry, leave a comment yelling at me and I'll shout you out in the next chapter. Speaking of which, this chapter was supposed to be completely different, but it ended up so long that I decided to split it into two parts. I'll post the second half tomorrow. Thank you all so much for reading. Enjoy loves.
update: im a damn genius and deleted the other part of the chapter i'd written *facepalm*. no worries, im gonna rewrite it and publish it as planned. it might be midnight, but ill have it out.
There hadn't been a day over the past two weeks that you didn't spend with Patrick. When you weren't at work, the two of you were curled onto his couch watching movies, playing music, or just enjoying each other's company. When you were at work, you were counting down the minutes until your break so that you could immediately go to the book store and "shop". Things had been absolutely perfect.
"I can be your John Cusack."
Patrick plopped the guitar down onto his lap.
"Well, what do you think?" Patrick quizzed, his voice full of hope. His blue-green eyes sparkled at you, which never failed to melt your heart. The two of you had been sitting in Patrick's room for two hours writing music, which mostly consisted of you watching a frustrated Patrick stare at his fingers for minutes at a time before miraculously playing the most beautiful notes you'd ever heard.
"I think my boyfriend is the most talented person on the freaking planet," you chuckled. You loved being able to call him that.
Patrick blushed at your words, his lips curling into a shy smile.
"Cmon now, I wouldn't say that," he muttered in attempt to humble himself.
"Well I would," you began, nuzzling your head onto his shoulder. He leaned his head over to gently rest on yours. "I wish you'd show other people."
Patrick snorted. "Well that would be a lot easier to do if I had a band. We were gonna perform for the first time next Saturday at the Fourth of July festival."
You pulled your head up and shot Patrick a concerned look.
"You do have a band."
Patrick scoffed and looked in the opposite direction.
"Not anymore."
"Patrick, what are you talking about?" you questioned, placing your hand on his tense arm. He turned back to look at you.
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Headfirst Slide Into Your Heart {A Patrick Stump x Reader Fiction}
Fiksi PenggemarIt's the summer of 2001, and you've just moved to Wilmette, Illinois. You didn't expect anyone to like you here considering your everyday outfit of dark skinny jeans and band tees. That is until you meet your neighbor; a shy, young, 17 year old kid...
