(This imagine came from Paris Hilton's music video though I attached my own imagination here hope you guys enjoy!) Goes for AetherMae my sissy 💗💗💗

Sometimes dreamer, is a sucker.

You arrived home with eggs shells attached in your hair, the egg yolk was all over your face and your clothes was now full of mud. You cried as you went home, earning many stereotypes from your schoolmates and they never stopped teasing you.

As you heave a heavy sigh, the more chances they could bring some pranks to you. Because you're a sucker for them. And you can't do anything with it because you just don't want to.

When you got your way home, the water sprinkler started to do its work and pour water all over your face and some kids who was running on your backyard started to pin you down in your lawn. Your clothes was now full of mud and its so disgusting.

The kids just laughed at you instead of apologizing. You just stood up, glared at them but they just laughed harder than before. You looked at the other house that was just next to yours, you saw it's still not sold yet.

When you just finished a bath, you sat down in the edge of your bed, looked at the mirror that reflects your tons of your poster in the wall. You saw your most cherished band, Fall Out Boy. And of course, Fall Out Boy's vocalist was the one that you really like the most out of them all.

"I'm a sucker. But I'm just a dreamer! Is there anything that I can do to prove them they're wrong?" You sighed in to your reflection, looking intently at the reflection of the mirror. Is... Is it true? Patrick Stump was at your back?!

"Hey," he approached you as he got in to your bed, sitting next to you. You smiled as he sat down, caressed your face and just leaned your face in the mirror. You can't stop grinning at the mirror and he is just keep on whispering things that made you comfortable with his eerie presence.

"You know what Y/N, everyday you gotta wake up and be yourself even if you suck. Specially if you suck because nobody sucks like you suck." Patrick whispered as you leaned your head down in the cushions, slowly closing your eyes as he started to sing lullaby to you.

Sometimes, reality is not what it seems

Tomorrow morning, same things done. Your mom dropped you on the school and you already took a step in the campus. Which made you feel the fear of getting bullied again.

Everyone smiled as they look at you. The teasing laughs and the stereotype never get away from their mouth as they saw your presence. They intimidated you so much as much that a nail was pinned to the ground and the body is already drowning, but shows only a little hope of getting out.

You entered your classroom and you met your same teacher, Mr. Stan. He's always giving paperwork and never discussing any lessons. He won't even speak even a single letter in your class. He always had it in his hands. He had to write it.

He gave all of you the papers and you're already daydreaming of Patrick. You're somehow wishing that Patrick would be your teacher, so that your attention would be never be away from him at all.

As Mr. Stan gave you all the test paper, as expected, you got a D+ in trigonometry. You sighed as you drift your eyes from your test paper up to your teacher's desk. As your eyes landed at your teacher's desk, you rubbed your eyes as you saw Patrick standing there, with his signatured look, fedora with a leather jacket, and also with the eyeglasses. He was holding a stick that make him more hot.

"Patrick Stump?!" You unconsciously yelled as you stood up. You looked at the teacher's desk again and then the teacher already looked upset. He wasn't Patrick Stump. Its not even real. Its only your imagination.

Your teacher pointed the word DETENTION and you sighed. You're really making a mess with your life and you're already accepting your defeat. Reality is real different from your fangirl world. It's already calling you from your deep sleep and escape your old passioned dreams.

The class was finally dismissed and you're already spending your break in detention, writing the I will never make a noise again phrase for almost 500 repetition so that they could dismiss you. It was sure tiring but you finally find your peace of mind.

The chalk already kissed the blackboard, you're already doing this for almost 200 phrases. Only 300 words left Y/N. You convinced yourself.

Its gonna get better, its gonna work out. Give it a minute its gotta turn around.

You heard a very familiar voice from somewhere in the hallway that haunt you. Your eyes started to roam in the four dark sided corner of the room, seeing the absense of everyone. You sighed as you thought it was just one of your imagination that created.

You just stopped for a break. You peaked in the doorframe and you saw a guy who was wearing a fedora but not wearing any glasses. His clothing was sure like Patrick Stump and he completely looked like Patrick Stump!

"Hey, mind if I share the room?" Patrick asked and lifted his hat, your cheeks flushed red as you confirmed that its really him.

"Uhm.. Ahh.. Y-yes!" You tried to slap yourself out, trying to not fangirl over Patrick. And its really embarrassing that Patrick is able to see the 500 phrases in the board.

"I used to be like this when I'm a high school student too." He said as he looked at the blackboard, adoring your smashed handwriting. He trailed your handwritten pledge until his eyes landed on yours. Your eyes collide and then he flashed his so adorable smile.

"I've been searching my cousin. He's a trigonometry teacher and I bet I could find him here. But it seems like its not what I seem to expect. I just saw a very beautiful girl standing in front of me."he chuckled and then he leaned closer to you. His greenish blue eyes color never leave your (eye color) and the way that he smile was really contagious.

"Why won't you introduce yourself to me? I'm not biting anyone at all," Patrick huskily said as he almost pinned you down the wall. His face was few inches away from you and your sweat was already falling down your cheeks. The air was completely teasing you, specially Patrick.

"But for you, maybe I might." He said and then you raised your eyebrow.

"No Patrick, you can't bite me, I'm a huge fan of yours!" You cried in front of him and he chuckled. His eyes was already forming tears because of laughter, he almost slap his stomach because of that.

"Wh-what's wrong?" You stuttered, the guy never stopped laughing. You got it. He's just teasing you. Like everyone does.

"Stop it Mr. Stump. I... I never thought I would be this humiliated." You cried to him and turned away, move your feet at the very back of the classroom.

"I know that you're a fangirl. I just thought of doing that so that you would see that I'm not as perfect as you think of. I'm a classical guy with many fans that adore me, but in fact, I am just me. And you really don't see that I'm a sucker too. So don't feel very low for yourself Y/N, you're really gorgeous." He said sincerely sitting down in the chair in Teacher's desk.

"I have heard that everyone bullies you, which is unacceptable. They're the losers Y/N. Their mind capacity was just a small bean. Like a peanut in fact." He said to make you comfortable with him.

"I'm really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable with me Y/N." He sincerely apologized for what he did. You smiled at him and accepted his apology.

Sometimes a loser, wins

"Really Patrick? She's agreeing for you to take me in the prom?" You asked him as he called you about the prom.

You already talked to him like for a few weeks and another thing, he bought the lot in front of your house. You sometimes talk to him, but as always, he had his best friends in that house. He also have a wonderful girlfriend and you pleased her to take her boyfriend to the prom.

"Yes! Besides, Elisa wanted you to be close with her. She's really grateful that you're really a nice girl, and you asked for her consent just to take me in your school's prom." He chuckled as he looked at his window, finding out that you're in your room, squealing through your bedroom.

"Oh thank you thank you Patrick! You just don't know how much I adore both of you! I really don't know how to thank Elisa!" You squealed through the phone, Patrick looks at Elisa who was in his back, listening to you and Patrick's conversation.

"Well, maybe a caramel cake of yours would be enough!" She cheered and you're really shocked. She's agreeing and she really wanted to be friends with you. You're such a lucky girl.

Dare to dream

"Thank you Elisa this is really too much for me. I'm just a dreamer and you were my dream!" You squealed as you hugged her. Elisa smiled and hugged you back, she's helping you to arrange your things and maybe fix some of your features from your face so that it would make you more confident about yourself.

"Y/N? Are you ready?" Your date, most likely called as Mr. Patrick Stump took a knock on your bedroom door, seeing Elisa opening it. She kissed her boyfriend dearly and looked at you.

"Just no kissing Y/N. He's mine." She chuckled but more likely a warning to you. She put a trust on you and you can't just ruin it just that easy.

"Yes ma'am. I respect your relationship so so much." You said as he held your shoulder.

"Bye sweetie," he said to Elisa as he held your shoulders and guided it to his.

"You were a dreamer and we are your dream. Now, you finally have a reach on us. You're really a wonderful girl Y/N. I just wished I met you a little more earlier." He said as he drove his car to your school.

"But I'm really happy to have Elisa, and I'm really glad you accept us easily." He said as he cupped your cheeks, leaning to you and then he kissed your cheeks.

"Just a small kiss good luck wouldn't hurt right?" He chuckled as he got down the car, escorting you to the front of the school gate.

The rest of the night was sure a history. Everyone finally treated you the same, but maybe a little more like Patrick's. They never pulled a prank on you again and you finally felt the peace that you really wanted. Thanks to Patrick, everything that you thought just have vanished and you're living a great life you ever needed.

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