Dummy! - |A Patrick Stump x Reader story.|

Chapter 1

 A/N: Hihi. So, this is my first story. (If you haven't read the description of this story.) So, I apologize if It's absolute trash. I'd appreciate it if you gave me some ideas or what you think of the first chapter. If you people like it, I'll consider doing more.

         Monday (how fun)

              I woke up to the sun beaming bright in my face. I groan as I stood up to waddle over to my curtains and pull them shut. I lazily shuffle over to my bathroom and do what you do in the bathroom of course, like getting ready. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and hair, then dragged myself to the downstairs of my apartment. Once I reached the kitchen I pulled out a box of f/c (favorite cereal, if you don't like cereal then just imagine you do or eat something else, I don't know, lol??) Then, I grabbed a bowl and gently shook the cereal into it, pulling the milk jug out of the fridge and pouring it into the bowl. I grabbed a spoon and sat down at the table, eating cereal (or whatever else) and scrolling through my phone on social media.

- An epic time skip to when you finish eating -

           " Alright then...now that I've done that, I need to check Patrick's twitter.." I mumble to myself. Right when I got to his page, I realized he post something not to long ago about.. A sale?! I let a sigh escape my mouth, as I sprint back towards my bedroom, yeeting my body onto my cozy office chair. I quickly type in the URL to where the tickets are being sold, and spammed the refresh button. C'mon..C'mon..When are they gonna be on sale? You could've put a timer for when they'll be on sale! I'm guessing that was Pete's idea.. I quickly let my thoughts do whatever they want in my head.

- Around 20 minutes later-

           I refreshed the page for.. God knows what time.. And there, I saw it. The sale! I quickly clicked for a spot on the floor. I bought what I could afford, which luckily- I make enough money with the job I have, (Pick a job, human.) that I got right up to the front, right by the gates. I let out a loud squeal. I sure indeed was excited for the events that will happen next week..

         My week really had nothing happening, just mainly work and waiting for the show. I usually just blast songs from My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, Twenty One Pilots, and of course, Fall Out Boy, down the streets of the town until I reach my destination. 

- The next week, WooOh It's Monday agAiinNn!- (Sorry for so many time skips btw.)

          I let out a shaky breath as I kept whispering to myself that I..Me..Y/n L/n is going to see Fall Out Boy.. It was pretty exciting, being able to see your heroes for the first time.(Physical and mental abuse warning) I hate reminding myself of the times where I had to put up with my parents. They'd always yell around me, call me useless. It hurt. They'd always never fail to tell me that I'm fat. Or tell me that I should wear clothes that actually look nice. Maybe even sometimes leave bruises on my arms, stomach, and legs. (Warning over) Anyways, I spent around an hour or two actually trying to make myself look somewhat presentable, by that I mean, not really at all. I snatched my black ripped jeans, chains, my Fall Out Boy shirt, some band bracelets, and a black choker, just to tie everything together. (You can apply more makeup if you want to but thats up to you, or if you don't want makeup, you don't have to have it.)

         I quickly walked into the bathroom, applying red/black (up to you) eye shadow on my eyelids and under my eyes. Then, I applied some black liquid eyeliner on. Well, now I'm Pete Wentz. Oh well. I ran downstairs with my keys and phone once I considered I was ready. I darted out the door, locked it of course, safety.  Then continued dashing to my car, I quickly hooked up Spotify and started blasting Fall Out Boy down the streets as I made my way to the venue. Tonight sure is gonna be a lot of fun, and I sure am quite excited to meet the one's who have helped me.

            -End of first Chapter.

 A/N: Well, fellow children. Please give me feedback and tell me what I can do to improve, you can yeet some ideas down, whatever works, really. I'll (try to) respond to everyone's comment if people even read this story, I doubt it but oh well. Tell me if I should continue this. Well, I am going to do the concert part of course and then stuff get interesting. But, tell me if you want more parts after the concert, I'll probably start to write it this week or tomorrow, cause I have the time on my hands to spend like an hour or two writing all night. Also, sorry that this was short!

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