As requested by: predacongem367

A/N - This imagine is based on our roleplay but with a little twist! It's mainly aimed for predacongem367 but Enjoy anyway!

Patrick scrolled through a random social media, sighing. "Are we almost there?" He grumbled.

Pete rolled his eyes and stopped the car once they reached a red light. "Oh shush." He said.

"Well, we were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago." Pete's girlfriend, Margo, said. "Clarissa's gonna kill me!"

"She can't blame us! There's so much traffic!" Pete whined.

"Who's Clarissa?" Patrick asked, looking up.

"My unofficial sister..." Margo said, looking back at him. "She's the one who's hosting the party. You're gonna love her." She snickered.

Pete smirked and looked at Margo.

"Uh, okay..." Patrick said, confused.

"Oh, and Pattycakes...please don't get all demonish tonight..." Pete said, parking in front of a house.

Patrick rolled his eyes and hopped out of the car. "What makes you think I'm gonna snap?"

Margo sighed, "Because you snapped at my cousin's baby shower, my friend's wedding, my-"

Pete cut her off, "Let's just go." He said, knocking on the door.

Clarissa opened the door and smiled, "Margo! Pete! You're finally here." She said, glaring at them playfully.

Pete rolled his eyes playfully, "Sorry Clar." He laughed and stepped inside with Margo.

Patrick stared at Clarissa, his cheeks heating up. Whoa. He thought to himself. He walked into the house behind the other two.

"So, who's your friend?" Clarissa asked, looking at Patrick. Pete smirked, "This is Patrick. The one I was telling you about."

"And this, Pattycakes, is Clarissa...the one I was telling you about." Margo said, nudging Patrick.

Clarissa smiled at Patrick. "Nice to meet ya!" She said cheerfully, sticking her hand out.

Patrick shook her hand, his face beet red. "What's the matter, Pat?" Pete asked, smirking.

"Oh, leave the poor guy alone!" Clarissa playfully scolded Pete and pushed them inside.

"There's snacks on the table and I ordered a pizza that should come in about 10 minutes." Clarissa explained

Pete and Margo nodded and walked over to the table with Clarissa.

Patrick walked farther into the house and heard music. "No, no, no!" He whispered to himself before his head started to pound.

He looked around and ran into the nearest bathroom. He looked into the mirror only to see his infamous yellow eyes. "No!" He growled and fell to the floor.

Clarissa knocked on the door, "Is everything okay?"

"Uh...yeah!" Patrick said, his voice cracking slightly.

"Alright..." Clarissa chuckled and walked away.

Patrick stood up once she left and turned the faucet on, splashing cold water on his face. He heard the music die down and it was replaced with a TV show of some sort.

His yellow eyes faded and he dried his face. He fixed his hair and walked out of the bathroom.

Pete was standing in front of the door. "You snapped?!" He whispered, furrowing his brow.

"I couldn't help it! The music made me!" Patrick snapped quietly.

"You're lucky I told Clarissa to turn the music off." Pete growled and walked away.

Clarissa walked up to Patrick when Pete walked out, "What was that about?" She asked, curiosity burning in her eyes.

"Uh, nothing really." Patrick answered.

"If Pete's being a ass, just tell me." Clarissa chuckled, "I know how to deal with him."

Patrick smiled, "No, it's okay...it's just something that happened a few weeks ago that's still bothering him." He said.

Clarissa nodded. "Do you want anything..?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah actually." Patrick chuckled sheepishly.

"What is it?" Clarissa asked, grabbing her cup filled with water.

"Your num-" Patrick started until he fell down to the ground. What do you think you're doing? This girl is way out of your league, Patrick. A voice growled in his head.

"Oh my gosh! Patrick, are you okay?!" Clarissa asked, kneeling next to him.

"Nrgh." Was the only thing Patrick said as he held his head. Pfft, once she gets to know the real you, she wouldn't want to be seen with you in public. The voice said. All you are is-

The voice faded and Patrick stood up. He looked at Clarissa and frowned, "I-I'm sorry..." he said.

"For what? And are you okay?" She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine and..." He just shrugged and looked down.

Clarissa smiled slightly, "And yes, you can have my number." She chuckled and Patrick gave her his phone. She typed in her number and gave the phone back to him.

"Yeah, Pat! Get some!!" Pete cheered. Patrick turned beet red and Clarissa glared at him but chuckled as Margo dragged him away.

Clarissa turned back to Patrick and he smiled at her. Clarissa leaned in to kiss him and he did the same.

As their lips were just centimeters apart, the voice rang in Patrick's head, She's faking it. She doesn't like you. She never will. Nobody will.

But this time, Patrick didn't listen to his demon side. He just closed the gap between him and Clarissa.

"Patrissa." Pete whispered, watching from the other room.

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