Patrick Stump

Patrick sat across the bar talking to Joe, about nothing. Well nothing important at least. Pete and Andy didn’t come with them to get drinks. Someone caught his eye, they were in a tight graphic tee, studded belts, and eyeliner smudged underneath their eyes. For some reason it made his heart jump, Joe immediately snickered. “Love struck or are you just too drunk already?” He teased Patrick.

“Oh shut up,” Patrick said as he rolled his eyes. His eyes fell back onto the stranger, their jeans seemed to cling to their skin. He forced himself to look away so he wasn’t staring.

The night continued to unfold with conversation and laughter. Patrick stole the occasional glances at the stranger. It was obvious they were getting really drunk. He felt a small sting of jealousy as he watched another man buy them a drink. He glanced back to Joe before checking again. He saw the man slip something extra into their drink. His blood boiled as he handed them the drink. He contemplated solving this with violence or just telling them what he did. Then he remembered that he couldn’t fight, and that it would look bad to the media so he quickly wrote a note on a napkin before he got up and gave Joe some random excuse.

As he walked towards the two, the pretty stranger had already almost finished off their drink. They looked way more intoxicated than before. Sitting a few barstools away he waited for him to look away before slipping them the note. He watched the realization and fear fall over their face before they balled up the napkin. They stood up almost falling in the process. Patrick helped them to get stable before picking them up so they couldn’t fall.

“Do you want me to take you to my place? I’m not leaving you here like this.” Patrick said calmly but sternly, it was clear he wasn’t budging. They nodded softly and held onto his arm. He could tell they wouldn’t be awake for much longer. He ordered an Uber but they had passed out before the Uber even arrived.

The car ride to his place was anxiety inducing. He’d left them in the backseat and he got in the front. He paid before lifting them out of the cab and carrying them to his door. Patrick carried them to his room turning on the lights making the navy walls and all the posters visible. He placed their body onto the king sized bed with soft sheets. Their shoes couldn’t have been comfortable and it seemed gross to have them on in bed so he took them off. A trash can was set up in case they got sick in the night. The soft blankets encased their body before he let the room.

He set up a bed on his couch for himself before calling Joe. Patrick explained everything and apologized for ditching him. In the end Joe wasn’t upset and was just glad everything was fine. After they said their goodbyes and he hung up Patrick grabbed some clothes to sleep in out of his room. He changed in the bathroom before going back and setting out a pair of pajama pants and a shirt out for when they woke up. Patrick wasn’t going to change them without permission and he’d barely even spoken to them so it just felt gross. He finally got settled on the couch and fell asleep at around three in the morning.