Patrick Stump Imagines

Jurassic World (1/?)

For some time, you and Pete gone around to convince your friends to visit this new theme park about to unveiled in Isla Nublar off the coast west of Costa Rica. Ever since the announcement of this new and rare park, you and Pete have been planning the trip. Your friends are more skeptical about this park. Why?

Because it involved dinosaurs.

Top-notch, real-life, and genetically-engineered dinosaurs. The same dinosaurs that roamed the Earth billions and billions of years ago, and were killed by a meteor, or so people theorize.

"Don't you realize this could be the epitome of science and technology?" you exclaim, trying one last time to convince your closest friends.

"Yes, the epitome of why we shouldn't fuck with science, technology, and dangerous animals that were killed off sixty-five million years ago," Andy scoffs at the idea.

"What's next? A zombie theme park with real fleshing eating zombies? We all know how that will turn out," Patrick agrees.

"Ugh, you guys are no fun," you roll your eyes. "What's the worst that can happen? Something or someone fucks with something they shouldn't and releases all the dinos?"

"Yes," Andy, Patrick, and Joe say collectively.

"Yo, Joe, when did you get here?"

"I got here on the first of September in the year 1984," he replies.

"Ha, good one, Chandler!" you retort.

"Give it up, guys. We're not going and that's final," Patrick states.

The plane was due to take off to the airport of Costa Rica, closest to the Isla Nublar. The night before, you had downloaded the entire twelve seasons of Supernatural and the six seasons of Orange is the New Black on Netflix. You decided to finish watching Orange is the New Black, since you were almost done and it had less seasons than Supenatural.

"You wanna watch with me?" you ask your seat neighbor, offering an earbud.

"No," he answers sternly.

"Well, then," you clear your throat. "Look, Trick. You're going to have a great time. We all are."

"I beg to differ," Joe says from the front.

"I second that," Andy chimes in.

"Anyway, as I was saying," you say trying to establish dominance. "It's going to be fun. It's going to be great. And I will say I told you so," you say, singing the last four words in the tune of Paramore's song."

"What are you, ten?" Patrick withholds a chuckle.

"Yeah, out of ten," Pete replies.

"Thanks, Pete," you mimic something Patrick said before he commenced his speech at an awards show a few years ago.

"Yeah, can I still get off the plane?" Patrick asks no one in particular.

"I'm afraid we cannot let you do that, sir," the stewardess answered. "Sorry, sir."

"Thanks, anyway," he sighs. "Great, now I'm stuck with you guys."

"You and me both, sister," Joe says.