Imagine #51: ForeverMore (Part 2)

"I am truly sorry with what my son had done to your cupcakes Ms.{your last name} and I will give you, of course, another chance to present new cupcakes to me and I will give you everything you need to make them," Mrs. Stump said to you. She is really beautiful and sweet, yet very intimidating. You are now inside their private room in the hotel with Pete, Patrick was there too and now he's conscious and glaring at you.

"She threw a freaking tray at my head." Patrick kept on saying that.

"Patrick you sound like a five-year-old. Instead of blaming her, I'm assigning you to be her assistant in making cupcakes...for a month." Mrs. Stump said at him and his jaw dropped.

"N-no, that's not necessary Mrs. Stump." You said. For all you know you don't want the guy to be around you.

"No. I insist. He needs to learn thi—

"You can't make me," Patrick said with his stubborn attitude on. Suddenly, Mrs. Stump took something out of her pocket – it was a key and Patrick look at it in disbelief.

"You won't get this back until you finished your job with them," Mrs. Stump said, Patrick just grunted. You and Pete were curious on what that key was for, but you decided to keep your curiosity to yourselves. After that, Mrs. Stump just told the both of you to wait for Patrick in the lobby.

You and your brother went down to the lobby and appreciate how beautiful and luxurious the hotel is. You still can't believe that she wanted your cupcakes to be one of the menu for the café inside that hotel. You knew that if you'll be successful here, the dreams of you and your brother will come true.

"One freaking month of making stupid cupcakes! I'm not a three-year-old girl!" Patrick murmured, he already has his backpack, looks like he'll be staying there at your house too.

For all you know you want to laugh at him because he really seems to be childish, but you are getting irritated at the same time because this means that you'll be with him for a month. He will really a pain in the head, you said to yourself.

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*Four Days Later*

"Uuuuugggghh!!" Patrick groaned. It's his fourth day in helping you and you're really having fun seeing him like that.

You already delivered a lot of cupcakes to the hotel and Mrs. Stump approves to it and now you have to make a lot of it now to supply the café. You have many friends and relatives that help you to make those cupcakes so Patrick's help isn't really needed, but her mom keep on insisting.

"What's so funny?!" Patrick asked you irritably. You're still laughing at him.

"For four days, all you've been doing is mixing those ingredients yet you still don't know how to do it right." You said to him. You're really not trying to be mean, but he remained cold and irritated at all times which you really hate.

"Then let the others do it. I don't want to work in here anymore." He said and let go of the things he's holding. You just sighed and showed him how it's done.

"Can you be less stubborn, a lot of people here wants to make friends with you." You suddenly said. You just looked at you. "I know you're not always like that. Try to be friendly Mr. Stump, it's fun too." You said and left him again and you were shocked that he didn't respond to you and he even goes back in mixing the ingredients.

The day went on till you all finished to do the cupcakes for the day. You went to Patrick and he really seems to be tired today and his complaints miraculously lessened.

"You made so much mess than you should." You said to him.

"Told you I really don't know how to do that." He plainly answered you.

"Then what can you do?" you asked him seriously.

"Sing...and play the guitar." He said and you knew that he was serious.

"O-oh. Cool. You know what, me and Pete, and my cousins; Joe and Andy want to create a band...that's why we're making cupcakes." You said and he laughed. You are shocked that you finally made this cold guy laugh.

"What?" he asked while chuckling.

"We're poor. We don't have instruments, we don't have money, really and this is the least thing we could do to earn it. We're trying so hard to earn money, then buy instruments then maybe go around the world. I know that's very far from where we are right now, but at least we have a direction in life." You said to him. The two of you are now at the front porch of your house, just sitting there looking up to the dark skies.

"We have the same dream. I want to be like that too, but it seems like I can't." Patrick said.

"Don't make me laugh Mr. Stump, you have all the money, you're handsome, and you clearly have a talent." You said.

"But I'm not free to do what I want." He said. You're happy that he's opening up to you, but you never really expected it to happen.

"Are you locked up? Or tied up?" you asked and he looked at you with curiosity. "You can freaking skydive all you want and yet you're saying you're not free? You're always free Patrick, you just don't know how to use your freedom." You seriously said to him.

"My mom won't support me."

"Well, have you told her what you want?" you asked.

"No, but she always sees me inside my own recording room. And now she even took the only key to it, I can't even do what I want." He ranted.

"Mr. Stump, actions may speak louder than words but still words are clearer than actions. Tell her, mothers should be the first person to understand you. Give it a try and maybe it will change everything." You told him before you get inside your house. "And don't forget what I told you earlier, try to be friendly, you might need some friends too. Goodnight!" you added and before you closed the door you saw something that made your heart skip a beat – Patrick is smiling gorgeously at you.

{I'm so sorry if nothing exciting has happened on this part, but part 3 will be exciting! :) Thanks for reading guys! One shot imagines coming up too!}