"(Y/N), please!! I'm sorry! I love you! There were just lots of thi-"

"No, Patrick! You always say that!! I'm tired of listening to all of your excuses! Just.. Leave me be.." You exclaimed, as you made your way up to your room. You just couldn't take any more excuses from Patrick. He's been like that for a couple of weeks already. As if he was like loosing some time for you already..

"Princess, wait!" Is the last thing you've heard before you locked the door behind you, and laid yourself on the bed. Crying your heart out. There was a loud knocking on your door, but you ignored it instead. You just really weren't in the mood.

"Princess, please, let's talk.." Patrick kept on pleading. But you still decided to stay on put. You've stayed like that for an hour or more. Patrick was no longer knocking or bugging you anymore. Though, a sudden phone call got you up..

"Hey, Pickle Head!! Is Patrick home?" Pete cheerfully said. 'Why's he so hyper?' You thought. You just sighed and said, "You know only Patrick calls me that nickname, right? And yeah.. Patrick's here." He seemed to notice your disappointed tone.

"Oh. Great! We've got caught by traffic on the way home.. And you do not know how excited that guy was just to see you!! He's been chanting your name over and over, that it almost annoyed us! Traffic sucks! It's been happening for a couple of weeks already!! I called to check if he finally made it home as well.." And with that, you felt tears already streaming down your warm cheeks. 'It wasn't what it seemed.' You thought, guilt running through you.

"(Y/N)? You okay, bes? The guys are worried about you too.. It's like, you've been really quiet this past few days?" Pete said, cutting you from your guilty thoughts.

"I.. Y-Yeah! I'm okay! I gotta go, Pete! Tell the guys I'm okay, and that I'm not dead!!" You joked, trying to hide your messed up situation. Pete chuckled from the line and said,

"Pfft. Yeah yeah! Don't worry, the guys will know! Bye!! Enjoy the night with your man!" You could even imagine him wiggling his brows on the other end. But then, it hits you. He was trying to tell you all along. The call ended, which means it's time for you to talk to him..

You slowly walked your way towards the door. As you opened it, you saw no sign of Patrick. But when you turned your head to the left, there he was, sleeping peacefully. He waited for you. You felt tears trickling down your already tear-stained cheeks, as you heard him mumbling some things that made your guilt grow even
more..

"I'm sorry, princess.. We were stuck on traffic. I love you! Please don't leave.." He must be having a nightmare, because tears were starting to fall from his eyes as well. You crouched beside him, wiped his tears away, kissed his forehead, and sang..

"Honey is for bees silly bear
Besides there's jellybeans everywhere
It's not what it seems in the land of dreams
Don't worry your head just go to sleep

It doesn't matter how you feel
Life is just a Ferris wheel
It's always up and down, don't make a sound

When you wake up the world will come around
When you wake up the world will come around.." As you continued to sing, he started to calm down. He even showed off and adorable smile, meaning he felt all better.

"I'm so sorry too, Pattycakes.. And I love you too!" You whispered, and snuggled with him. You know you have a lot of things to talk about tomorrow.

'It was indeed not what it seemed." You thought, as you yourself, drifted off to a good night sleep next to the man of your dreams..

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{A/N: I don't know if this imagine made you cry? But to me, I think it somehow did! I'm crying over my own imagine?! I am insanely weird! But I think this is also 'somehow' a continuation of that imagine I made entitled "My Friend Is My Lover?".. It's like what happened months after that prom? Thanks for reading!! Love y'all overcasts! Stay psychotic and/or beautiful!!👽}