Sweetheart. (Patrick Stump Imagines)

Mia Wallace girl: Memory Lane

(F/N - full name)

Patrick's P.O.V.

There's a Halloween Ball in my school and I decided to simply go as a Ghostbuster, since I don't feel like buffing my face with makeup. My face itself is organically spooky. I also didn't bother to go as one of the characters. I am going as the whole team. I'm mega ghost proof.

I've had a few dances with my friends on the dance floor, for they soon got occupied with the girls of their dreams. I went back to our table and watched the people enter the venue in their costumes. Most of them were dressed up as witches, white-sheet ghosts, and vampires. I caught a few ones who went as characters from movies that I know like Morticia Addams from The Addams Family and Sally and Jack from Nightmare before Christmas.

There's just this one person who, for some reason, became an eye-candy for me tonight.

It's the girl who dressed up as Mia Wallace, from Pulp Fiction, with her nose bleeding with fake blood, of course—sans the cigarette, because we're in a school premise.

For some reason, I just really couldn't stop staring at her. I felt very much drawn to her. It wasn't just her simply gorgeous face, but there was something in those sharp eyes of hers that held captive every fiber of attention in my body. I've never felt so eager to see through those thick clouds of her mysterious aura. I must've seen her before around the school grounds somewhere. I mentally kicked myself in the face for not paying attention to this Mia Wallace girl before she even went as the character she is now to the dance.

I didn't even realize how far gone I was staring into the abyss of her beauty until I heard a voice spoke by my ear.

"Hey, Ghostbuster boy." Her voice was a bit raspy and deep. It reminded me of a hardened honey melting in a warm mouth.

I jolted back to reality, quickly gathering my wits together. Shit, it's her up close. I want to dance with her.

She smirked knowingly at me. "Let's hit the dance floor, then." Her right eye slightly narrowing as she looked at me with a playful challenging look.

I blinked. "W-what?"

"You just blurted out that you wanted to dance with me. I sure as hell want too as well. I didn't dress up as Mia Wallace for nothing. Come on, Ghostbuster Boy."

Mia Wallace girl grabbed my hand before I could even speak. It all hit me right in the guts of my soul that I was really going to dance with her and that I was with her...and we're together.

Soon enough my boldness has definitely paved the way for me as I confidently busted out dance moves. We appreciatively laughed at each other as we continued to move our bodies along with the rhythm of every song being played. I watched her in wonder as she let loose in the rhythm of the song; her arms up in the air, her eyes closed,

The best part of the dance was when she imitated Mia Wallace's famous dance step, the twirl. She couldn't stop laughing at herself as she kept on trying to dance like Mia Wallace until she finally mastered it. This girl, whatever her name is, is the best one I have ever known and laid my eyes on that night. She was a goddamn spectacular phenomenon right before my eyes.

The school dance ended at around 11 in the evening. My body felt sore from the four-hour dancing, but I felt completely filled with happiness and satisfaction, like, I can just lie on the ground and die happily. The Mia Wallace girl went off with her friends, leaving me in wonder about her name.

I somehow waited for my friends, but I already saw them walking separately hand in hand with their girls. I smiled at the sight of them laughing, probably talking about the dance and other sweet nothings. I'm glad that the night ended nicely for them.

I stood in the open parking lot for a while and stared at the bright full moon, my hands in my pocket. I couldn't stop the blush that were flaming on my cheeks. I feel ecstatic that our planets just bumped into each other and rotated around each other's orbit for a good long while.

A subtle smell of a cigarette smoke wafted in the chilly night air.

"Hey, stop staring at the moon. You might make it blush and make people freak out about a red, luminescent ball ." That familiar warm, deep, raspy voice spoke from behind me.

I turned around and saw the Mia Wallace girl blowing out a thick smoke then smiled at me afterwards.

"Oh, hi, Wallace girl." I greeted her, returning back her smile.

She chuckled. "I'm F/N."

"I-I'm Patrick Stump."

How come I've never heard her name before?

Y/N rolled her eyes as she sighed in relief. "Patrick, finally. It's so nice knowing your name rather than remembering you as the Ghostbuster boy."

I smiled, biting my bottom lip as I glanced down the concrete and back up at her. I just realized that she has (eye color) color eyes.

"It's nice knowing you too, Y/N. I thought I'd get stuck in this night, knowing you as the Mia Wallace girl my entire life."

We sat on the bench in the parking lot and spent the entire night talking about our lives until we got a call from our parents, scolding us to go home.

After that night, Y/N, my Mia Wallace girl, became a huge continent in my world.