Imagine #11: Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold (Part 3)

*Patrick's P.O.V.*

The quiet treatment that my friends are giving me after what happened earlier hasn't really helped me go through this day, I just felt guilty even if I don't want to. It wasn't really a productive day and the voice inside my head had been bugging me non-stop, I guess I really am guilty...I just don't want to admit and accept it.

I was honestly happy when the night came and I had the chance to leave the studio. I just walked out, not bothering to talk to my friends because I know they are disappointed in me and I honestly don't want them to hate me more so I just left them be. This heavy feeling wasn't really a usual thing for me and I think that drove me to have a couple of glass at the nearest pub.

The moment I got inside, I went straight right by the bar and ordered myself some whiskey. I just need to drown my thoughts with this, the guilt is annoying me.

"One whiskey, Patrick. Enjoy your drink." The bartender told me as he set down my drink. We were always having drinks here that's why they are accustomed to us, or me, being here.

"Patrick?" I suddenly heard a voice as I was taking a sip of my drink. I put down the glass and looked at my right side where the voice came from and it turns out Y/N was the one sitting next to me.

Great, just what I needed. The person who made me feel go guilty.

I pushed a smile and she did smile back. Her face is somehow red now too, she must have one too many drinks now.

"Where are the others?" she asked innocently.

"I just went by myself tonight, I just wanted to drink for some reason." I told her. "How about you? Are you with someone?" I asked, not knowing why.

"Oh no, I just went here by myself too. As you know, it was a rough day." She explained while holding and looking her glass of margarita. "But don't get me wrong, okay? It's not that I'm blaming anyone, I was just upset about what happened because I was really looking forward for it. But oh well, anything happens for a reason, right? It's not that someone intended that to happen." She said with a soft giggle and I just went back to look at my whiskey, she might read the guilt in my eyes.

You intended for it to happen. I heard my voice at the back of my head again, I swear I am not like this...I am not the person who would do such thing, but I was just filled of hate.

"I'm really sorry about what happened, but who knows? A better offer may come." I said to her and she gave me a small smile.

"That's really what I was thinking, thanks, Patrick." She sweetly stated.

She has all the traits that I like in a girl. Sweet, understanding, determined, cheerful, and any other thing I like. She's also musically talented, she always smiles, she's always so jolly, it was too different than before.

To be honest, I kind of like her...

It's just I felt obliged to hate her because of the past, yes, it's pathetic, but that's just who I am now. I may like her, but every time I remember our high school days, I'm just filled with revenge once more.

We continued our small talk, only exchanging one sentence at a time as we continued to drink and I honestly lost count on how many glasses I already drank after hours. I just realized that I may have had too many because my vision is getting all messed up now...and that I'm talking stupid things with Y/N now.

"You know this is the first time we've talked like this, but I'm glad we're doing it. You're so fun to talk to." Y/N told me which made me chuckle.

"Yeah, because I'm drunk. I just become the jolliest person when I'm like this." I said. I'm really drunk right now, but not to the point that I can't think straight anymore. I'm still conscious about what I am doing.

"Well, I can get used to the jolly Patrick. Cheers!" she said and we continued to drink.

I was looking at her often right now and I just realized some of her physical features really has changed. She's not the mean looking girl before, she's now just so sweet and innocent...maybe she really has changed already.

Wait, but what if not? What if this is another plot again to play with us...with me. What if she's just taking advantage of this relationship we have going with her?

I felt cold towards her again and began to be bitter once more, but of course, I'm not going to show it to her. Well, like she's not showing what her intentions really are right now, I'm not going to either. I just know this is some sort of a plot she's unto to embarrass me again.

Well, two can play it that game, let's just take it up a notch, then I promise I'll stop.

"You know, Y/N. I've been dying to tell you this all week long." I said as I stare at her, but I don't know I feel like half of me means this, and half of me doesn't. "I've really come to admire and like you, Y/N. Honestly." I murmured as I leaned towards her face.

My heart was beating too fast too, like I'm really meaning this...maybe I do, I just don't want to commit to it. This is just all for fun and games like she did before.

"P-Patrick, are you saying you like me...because honestly, I really like you too." She sweetly said and I felt relieved that moment too.

Am I just drunk? Do I really like the person I am supposed to hate?

"I'm not just drunk, I-I really think that I'm in love with you, baby..." I sang with my deep voice while smiling at her and she blushed at me. My hand involuntarily cupped her cheek and soon I just crashed my lips to her without thinking...it's like an impulse that I really wanted to do.

After some seconds of kissing, I pulled back and stared at her as Y/N hugged me.

"No, I really am just drunk." I mouthed to myself as we hug.

I can't fall for this girl, even if I want to...I'm supposed to hate her, and that's just how it's gonna be. And besides, all this should be just a play pretend game.

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*Y/N's P.O.V.*

"Good morning! Morning teas and coffees are already served for you guys." I said the moment Pete, Joe, and Andy entered the studio.

I was just feeling enthusiastic today most especially after what happened last night. What Patrick said and did really make it up for that lost contract, I'm really feeling hopeful right now.

"Well, hello there. You seemed more energetic today." Andy said with his sweet voice and I chuckled.

"And your smile is so different," Joe added up and teased me.

"Mind spilling the beans?" Pete asked while raising his eyebrows continuously.

I just chuckled at this three. They are cool and are fun to be with. They're really brother figures for me, the guys that just teases you non-stop, but will protect you when shit goes down. I just try to think of an answer to their question and I'm really thinking of telling it to them, besides, they might know already. Besides, Patrick isn't here just yet, I may just let myself fangirl a little bit.

The three of them just sat around the table and began drinking their coffees and drinks and I continued to smile.

"Weeell, you see, Patrick told me he likes me last night and...he kissed me." I said and gosh I'd never thought I'd be this shy to say that.

Suddenly, I was shocked by their reaction because they just spit out the coffees they are drinking.

"What?" they asked altogether and I just chuckled.

"I guess you guys didn't know yet, but it happened last night and of course, I told him that I like him too which is honestly the truth too." I stated and they all smiled at me, I think?

Somehow, I can see doubt and worry on their faces, but who knows? It just might be too early for this kind of information.

All I know is that I'm happy, at least I have a chance with Patrick Stump, right?

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*Patrick's P.O.V.*

"WHAT THE HELL? What the actual hell are you doing, Patrick? You're going to break her! STOP!" Pete told me and he drove towards my house to say this.

"Has she thought about that when she did those things to me back then?" I bitterly said. My head hurts from hangover right now and I just sighed and walked inside my house, letting Pete in.

"Goddammit, Patrick! That was years ago...YEARS! For fuck's sake, just let it go, dude!" Pete told me. "I know you wouldn't do this if you really don't like her, I know you, you just don't want to admit that you do like her. Just stop it, you're not doing yourself any favor here, trust me!" he continued. God, this guy really knows who I am, I hate it.

"I was just too devastated before, YOU KNOW THAT! And it was all because of her! SHE'S EVEN THE REASON WHY I ALMOST TOOK MY OWN LIFE, and it's not easy just for me to 'let it go', Pete. She wrecked me before and liking her now just makes me confused, I don't want to fall into it. And what if she didn't change? I HAVE A HUGE TRUST ISSUE TOWARDS THAT GIRL, you know that." I reasoned out and I'm honestly tired too. I sat down on my couch and rub my face. "Maybe if I just let her feel what I felt before then I'll be good...just this revenge and let me tell it to her face. She did mess me up before and I'm just giving her her own medicine, probably by then I'll be able to let it go." I murmured and Pete just looked at me while shaking his head.

"Let's just hope you're not making mistake her for being so blinded by your anger and hunger for revenge." He told me. "And never tell us that we didn't try to stop you." He continued before walking out.

I really hope so too...

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