Imagine #32: Everybody Wants Somebody Who Doesn't Want Them (Part 1)

{Well then, we've been doing a lot of fluffy imagines/mini fanfic. Time to change that for a while. Enjoy anyways!}

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

I really love hanging out late with these guys, it's all full of jokes and laughter over some amount of alcohol and I always tend to look forward to this. The boys are still on their hiatus, but we're seeing each other once or twice a month to catch up. I'm a guitar tech of this band called Fall Out Boy and at the same time I am best friends with its members, that's why I'm always with them when they hang out.

We are currently hanging out at Patrick's house, talking and catching up with each other. I can say that all of them are doing good, most especially Patrick. He's really losing his weight now and I know he's really making every effort to continue his progress. I just didn't like the fact that he became hated before this because of his weight, I don't think that the guy deserves the hate in like, ever.

I have to be honest, I really liked him since I met this guy. I started working with them since Take This To Your Grave era and right from that moment, I can really say that I have a huge crush on him. I mean, who wouldn't, right? He's so talented, fun to be with, and very very kind. Actually, among the four of them, I am closest to Patrick. It's really amazing that up until now, I'm hiding this feeling I have towards him, but actually, I think that he somehow knows it. Besides, Pete, Joe, and Andy are always teasing me to him.

"Man, it's getting late. I need to head back home." Joe said and I looked at the clock, it's already 1 in the morning.

"Yep, same here," Pete stated.

"I'm going with them too. Thanks for today, guys." Andy said sweetly and we bid each other farewells.

"How about you, Y/N? You're a bit drunk now." Pete asked me.

"I'm still fine, besides, I'm going to help Patrick clean up for a while," I said.

"Okay then, but slow down you two." Joe teased while they are all walking out of the door. I laughed at him, playfully rolling my eyes.

"Go home, you're all drunk." Patrick and I said at the same time and with that, we were the only ones left behind.

I helped Patrick do the cleaning and this isn't really a new thing for the both of us. As I have said, we're really the closest and by the I mean, we are really close to the point of being inseparable. Patrick knows things about me that others don't and vice versa. We've done enough favors for each other too and we're really the definition of best friends.

After cleaning up, Patrick told me to just stay for the night and of course, I agreed. We decided to go up to the rooftop for a while since star gazing has really been our hobby for years. Soon, we're already up there, laying on our back while looking at the skies.

I have to admit, I'm a bit drunk right now and again having these feelings ignited for Patrick. I actually don't want to show it to him, but what can I do? It's my feelings' choice to like the guy, it's not like I can stop it from doing so.

"I've missed hanging out with you, guys. Maybe this hiatus is really needed for our friendship too." he suddenly stated. Patrick sat up while I continue to lay there, he gently pulls up my head and let it lay on his lap. Sometimes I really don't get my situation with him, but it's just two things: Either we feel something mutual for each other or I'm so fucking deep in the friend zone.

"I agree with you, it's like we're all closer now that before," I said with a smile, now actually just staring at Patrick. I suddenly felt my face burning hot and I pushed myself to gaze away. "And yeah, I've missed you too." I faintly said, but I'm sure he heard it because he looked at me.

Maybe it's the alcohol that's giving me the courage to say this...and maybe I really do need it now. Somehow I want to tell my feelings to Patrick, I really don't want to hide it from him...besides, it'll only do me bad if I continued to hide it. At least if I tell him, I'd know if he likes me back or not. Honestly, I'm not afraid to be rejected. I know it will hurt, but at least I won't hope anymore, right?

"You're being so cute again," he murmured then chuckled at me. God, why is he so cute?

"Hey, Patrick? Can I tell you something?" I suddenly murmured, not even looking at him. I have my eyes fixed on the stars now.

"Anything, Y/N," he answered.

"Actually, this is a confession...but trust me, I do respect whatever your response is to this. Promise." I started, finally looking at him. "Well, since from the beginning that I have worked with you guys...I really liked you. I mean, I greatly admire your talent, your attitude, your kindness and everything and the more we got closer to each other, the more I liked you. Don't get me wrong, I didn't take advantage of you or anything, in fact, I'm really happy that we got this close to each other. I'm just saying this now to get it out of my chest and be really honest with you, and also maybe to prevent myself for hoping too much." I honestly said, and to be real, I really don't expect him to like me...I kinda feel like I'm only a best friend to him, and again...that's okay for me. I just want to say this to him. "So yeah, I like you very much, Patrick. Not in a brotherly or friendly way...and I think you know what I mean by that. I hope this wouldn't ruin our friendship." I said and God, I love how alcohol gives me courage.

I looked at Patrick and he was staring at me, he looked shocked...indicating that he really doesn't know those true feelings for him. I was just waiting for his response, I know Patrick is truthful, he'd say his true feelings out to prevent anyone from hurting and actually, I'm waiting for his cute and polite rejection. And I assure you, I wouldn't be mad at that.

"Hey, have you gone mute?" I asked while giggling because he's still not answering me...and what happened after that really shocked me.

Patrick leaned closer and pressed his lips against mine.

At first, I was so shocked that my eyes were just open, but then the kiss began to move...and I did respond in a gentle manner. After a few seconds, we pulled away...blushing our faces off. Patrick cleared his throat, finally looking back at me with a small smile and I think I have just melted in there...

Well, I guess it was the first from the two...maybe we really have mutual feelings for each other after all.

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*Patrick's P.O.V.*

What have I done? Why did I kiss her? I gave her false hope by doing that...god, why am I so stupid?!

I wasn't thinking straight earlier and I was going with the situation's flow and I just kissed her after she confessed. That would have given her false hope...It's not that I don't like, Y/N. God knows I love her....but not like this...and I just made things worse.

Y/N has been my best friend and I'm telling you, I appreciate every inch of her existence and I'm thankful that we're best friends...Somehow, I've always felt that she likes me this way, but this is the first time that I really confirmed it. I know to myself that I'm ready when this happen, she's the girl that understands anyways...I said I would reject, but what I did earlier was different from that. Heck, I even told her that I like her back.

I really don't like the situation I've put myself into, I never want to hurt her...but it's too late now, I already gave her this false hope. I was so stupid to do this! I would have told her that what I did was wrong, but I don't want to hurt her, besides, it's all be done already. Maybe I just have to continue with this from now on.

Y/N is sleeping on the couch already and I'm in here staring at her, contemplating on the actions that I have done. God, I messed up.

"I'm not just drunk, I...I really think I'm in love with you, baby." I murmured to myself, maybe trying to make myself realize that I'm feeling something for Y/N...but then sadly failing. "Nope, I really am just...drunk," I told myself, and I know this may be the most hurtful thing I could do to someone...

{Prepare for ouchies. THANKS FOR READING!}