Fall Out Boy Preferences/Imagines

Preference #9: Your First Argument

"You're joking right, funny joke. Nothing to talk about?! There's everything we can talk about. For example, HOW YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME!" You start to freak out and get angry.

"What are you talking about, (Y/N). I'm not cheating----"

"CUT THE DAMN BULLSHIT, PETE. I'VE ALREADY SEEN THE WAY YOU LOOK AT MEAGAN!" You yell.

"I'M NOT CHEATING, OKAY?! AND BESIDES, I KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON BETWEEN YOU AND PATRICK!" You gasp, that never happened. Patrick just thought that happened because one night, he woke up with you and him in bed together, when the actual fact was, you were just comforting him (since you and him were close) after the falling out with Elisa. You weren't naked but you were covering yourself up with the duvet.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THAT I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH HIM?! I HAVE NEVER LIED TO YOU!"

He just rolls his eyes. That makes you snap and you grab your emergency carry on bag. You looked back at him to see he was looking down at the ground, arms crossed and tears in his eyes. You felt the tears fall down your face as you left.

Patrick: "you promise you'll pick me up at 7?" You ask Patrick as you were about to leave with (Y/B/F/N). You two had arranged your own girls day: no boyfriends or boys allowed.

"Yeah, go have fun," he says, waving you away as he sat at the table with the guys.

*A few hours later*

Your friend had gone home and Patrick still hadn't showed up. The mall had closed hours before and there was no sign of your boyfriend. You were becoming angry because you would probably have to wait another hour for him to remember. You just decided to call a taxi. You grabbed your phone and were able to get a taxi back home.

*arrival at home*

You gave the driver the right amount of money for the ride and calmly closed the door, although that would be classified as an understatement. You ran up the stairs as fast as you can, although the heels in your boots hurt your feet so much you felt like you were about to fall any second. You inserted your key in the lock and opened the door. You took off your boots and slammed the door, causing Patrick to jump up from the table he was working at and bump his knee against the table. He turns to where you were with an angry expression.

"What the hell, (Y/N)! Don't do that!" You cause him to cower a little bit by making sure your terrifying expression looked even scarier.

"OF COURSE, IT'S MY FAULT THAT MY BOYFRIEND DOESN'T KEEP HIS PROMISE!" You yell in anger.

"I WAS BUSY, (Y/N)! IT'S CALLED FORGETTING BECAUSE YOU ARE BUSY!"

"WELL, MAYBE I THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD HAVE AT LEAST KEPT YOUR PROMISE AND PICKED ME UP, PATRICK!"

"WELL, I'M SORRY, OKAY?! NEXT TIME, DON'T EVEN ASK ME TO DO ANY MORE FAVORS FOR YOU!"

You felt yourself break down, bit by bit, piece by piece. Although Patrick almost never yelled, he was terrifying you.

"Oh my god. (Y/N), I'm so sorry----"

"Sorry for what, Patrick? Trying to scare the shit out of me and get me in a panic-like state? That's anything but being sorry," you say as you grab your bag of new clothes. You also bring your carry on bag that was filled with your clothes in case of an emergency.

"I'm leaving, Patrick. Don't expect me to come back for a while. I'm sorry," you say, picking up your stuff and leaving the house.

Joe: Your boyfriend had been starting to act really weird lately. He was out late and he would always come home around midnight, drunk. You had noticed that some of the bills hadn't been paid and you would be evicted from your apartment if you didn't pay up. You had paid all of the bills you could, but they kept on stacking up.

Your boyfriend's attitude had also changed. He was more insecure about everything, it was like he was on his man period or something. He hadn't been talking to you for a long time and he would be drunk for a lot of the time. Joe hadn't been diagnosed with depression, but it looked like he was on the brink of it.

The beer bottles had started to pile up and the apartment was full of the acrid alcohol and drugs. You could barely even stay in there, you thought you were gonna throw up each time.

You came back from work, another night with a lot of work to get done. You didn't want to spend it at your apartment, so you decided to get it done at the library.

*A couple of hours later*

You had just finished your work and on your way back to your apartment. You had just got to your door when you saw your neighbor, Catherine standing outside her door.

"Hey Catherine," you say.

"Hey (Y/N). Got your work done?"

"Fortunately, yes I did. What's up?"

"Well, Joe left your apartment a few hours before, probably to get another pack of that horrible beer. Just letting you know, the perfect remedy for a hangover is a greasy pork sandwich served on an ash tray," she says, joking on the last sentence. You chuckled but thanked her for what happened to your boyfriend. You had to do this because sometimes Joe wandered off and called you to get him when he was in the middle of nowhere.

"Look, (Y/N). If you ever need a place to stay, you're always welcomed here," your neighbor says before you closed the door. You smiled and closed the door. But when you turned around, you were faced with the worst thing ever: Joe on your couch with a few of his drinking buddies and weed in between his fingers. You were beyond furious.

"Joseph. Mark. Trohman. What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" You try to say as calmly as you can before unleashing your wrath.

"Having a fun time, baby. Want to join?" He asks, being too intoxicated to realize you hate being called baby.

"Joe, I might be your girlfriend, but I'm not your fucking baby!" You yell angrily at him. He just starts laughing. You roll your eyes and see a beer bottle on your counter. You grin as an idea comes to your head. You throw the beer bottle at him, just barely missing his shoulder blade.

"WHAT THE FUCK, (Y/N)! STOP BEING A WHINEY BITCH AND HAVE FUN!" one of Joe's drinking buddies said. You hated that guy too much. He would always call you offensive names and he would even hit you if you were drunk. Joe, unfortunately, never believed you.

"Shut the hell up!" You said at him before throwing a bottle that barely missed his head.

"STOP IT, (Y/N)!" Joe said, sobering up a little but not much.

You scoffed, "I should stop? Why don't I just let you get evicted out of my own apartment that you've made smell like a smoking room with that acrid smell!" You sassed back, grabbing your stuff and leaving. You closed the door and knocked on Catherine's door. She opened it immediately and let you in.

"Are you okay? The walls are too thin here, I heard everything."

"I'm fine, Catherine. Can I stay here? I can't stay with Joe," you reply. Your neighbor (now your roommate) nods and offers to take your bag. You give her your bag with your clothes but hold onto your work. You just couldn't deal with Joe right now. You just needed some time to think.

A/N I'm sorry if Joe's and Pete's are super cliché! Pete's and Andy's are similar, but they have different reasons behind them.

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