Patrick Stump Imagines

Competitive Monica on Steriods

"Oh. My. God. I cannot believe you!" you shriek.

"(Y/N), I am so sorry," Patrick pleads.

"Sorry? You're sorry?" you cross your arms.

"I didn't mean for this to happen!" he cries.

"Oh, did you now?" you uncross your arms and put your hands on your hips.

"I swear it didn't mean anything!"

"It didn't mean anything but it was so worth jeopardizing our relationship?"

"No, I would never!"

"Then, why'd you do it?"

"What?"

"Why did you do it?"

"How was I supposed to know Pete was going to put down a reverse card?"

"You knew exactly what he was doing," you point accusingly. "No! Not only did you know, you two planned this!"

Patrick laughs. Uncontrollably, might I add. "You really think we planned this?"

"Okay, me? Yes. Pete? Not so much," Patrick answers.

"Hey!" Pete objects. "Why are you getting so worked up about this?"

"Hey, butt out, bucko! We've been best friends since before the womb, and you know how competitive I can get. You think Monica is competitive? Ho ho ho, buddy. I'm worse than that."

"You're like competitive Monica but on steroids," Joe chimes in.

"Guys, tonight was just supposed to a friendly game night. How the hell did it turn into this?" Andy adds.

"You can thank Batman and Robin here for the sour turnout. I was one card away from winning. ONE! It was the perfect play!" you huff. "I have never lost a game of Uno and I wasn't going to let any of you beat me and strip me of my title."

"Well, add Uno to list of games banned from game night," Patrick mutters. "Along with charades, Jenga, Scrabble, go fish..."