Sorry I don't post much, I'm awful.
"Hey, Patrick?" Andy muttered timidly.
Patrick's head turned immediately to where Andy was stood: the kitchen doorway. "Hey. What's up?" He turned fully on the couch when he noticed Andy looking very dishevelled.
"I need to tell you something, and you're gonna think it's shitty but it's bothering me." Patrick nodded for him to continue as Andy sat beside him. "You were right. I like (Y/N). I have for a while, I was just too scared to admit it and now I've missed my shot." Patrick raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.
"I mean...we all knew." Andy leant back in disbelief.
"Even Joe?" He whispered desperately.
"I'm pretty sure." Patrick laughed. Andy put his head in his hand and groaned.
"Fuck." He exclaimed.
You slouched in your chair as Joe prepared lunch for the both of you. You slid your hands in to your jumper pocket, twirling your thumbs around one another.
Suddenly a bowl was set in front of your face and you sat up properly before taking it. "Thanks Joey." You smiled half heartedly. He frowned and sat next to you, already digging in to his soup.
"You okay?" You breathed out a small laugh before shaking your head.
"I feel really shitty about this." You stated simply but joe knew what you were on about straight away.
"Hey. Don't worry about it. As long as we're both okay with it, and everyone else it, I don't see the problem." You raised an eyebrow to question him, but he was too invested in his soup.
You sighed and decided to try yours. "Oh my god! This is delicious!" You shouted, scaring joe in the process.
"Yeah? Well it's lucky you're dating me then, so I can cook it for you all the time." He winked and you giggled, feeling seemingly happier than before.
I'm sorry it's so bad. I promise soon I'll write something better :)
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Fall out boy imagines and preferences- round three
FanfictionAnother book on fall out boy. Enjoy.
