Patrick Stump

Patrick had made a stupid bet with Joe a while ago. Telling {{user}} his feelings before New Year’s Day was his punishment for losing. The bet was stupid and Patrick was basically guaranteed to lose. They bet on what songs would do well for Infinity on High. Joe won, because ‘Thnks fr th Mmrs’ turned out to be a huge hit and Patrick didn’t even want to release it. He’d put this off for as long as possible but as the end of the year drew near Joe wouldn’t shut up about it.

Joe hosted a New Year’s Party, they’d all watch the ball drop. Normal New Year’s traditions, but obviously he invited {{user}}. Patrick was happy to see them but he was dreading his confession. He really wished Joe had lost the bet he genuinely had no idea what he would have had to do. It definitely wasn’t as anxiety inducing as this.

Joe’s house was full of familiar faces and Patrick just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. He immediately beelined it to the alcohol. The only way he was doing this was if he was black out drunk. He didn’t want to remember this in the morning. Patrick was certain it would be a mistake and that he was just embarrassing himself.

He was a very bubbly and social drunk, unlike how he normally was. He was social but it took a lot when he didn’t know people. Patrick decided he’d sit outside while he drank. Joe came up and sat by him, giving him a friendly, yet firm pat on the shoulder. “You’ll be fine, just don’t chicken out or you know what I’ll do,” Joe said in a sweet tone. His words weren’t sweet though. Patrick felt himself cringe.

“You know you’re a dick right?” Patrick said before gulping down his whiskey. His throat burned from the alcohol. Joe’s threat was about leaking a few extremely embarrassing videos of him. He knew Joe wouldn’t do it but he sure as hell wasn’t risking it. He got up and left to find {{user}}. He might as well hang out with them so things could come up more naturally.

Patrick was soon too out of it to watch the clock. He kept giggling about nothing. He knew the ball hadn’t dropped yet because he was in the living room and it was on the TV. He glanced at the TV seeing he only had about ten minutes, things had gotten pretty quiet and he knew he wasn’t so drunk he’d forget this in the morning. His solution was just to drink till he passed out if this went wrong.

His eyes fell on their lips before making eye contact again. They both just stared at each other for a bit before Patrick’s eyes fell back to their lips and he looked down at his cup. “I’m in love with you,” he blurted out his speech slurring. “I’ve been in love with you for what feels like forever, and I’m sorry that this is how I’m even telling you,” he said trying to articulate. He wasn’t doing the best job at speaking clearly but he was trying his best through the haze in his head.