The Journalist and The Photographer vs The Soccer Player

Explanation

Luca. Where are you?

I rushed down East hall, trying to find him in the mess of students. I spun around once at the end of the hall, spotting the familiar orange hair.

"God damn you and your long legs," I muttered, pushing past people and getting to the main hall again. I walked down the edges against the lockers, spotting him near his locker with Patton.

"I think Logan's just going to tutor some people this weekend. I won't mind coming over to hang out," Luca told Patton once I was in earshot. Before Patton could answer, I stumbled by them, earning curious looks.

"Logan? Don't you have another free period?" Patton asked me.

"You're crying," Luca muttered. Before either of them could say anything else, I just pulled him into a tight hug. A hug I've never given.

"...Is... Is everything alright?" Patton asked.

"Will be," I muttered, letting Luca go and looked at him.

"...What'd I do?" he asked.

"Follow me," I told him, walking down toward the empty hallway with no active classrooms. Luca and Patton both followed.

"Pat, I know you got class. I'll be alright," Luca told him.

"Clearly something is up, I rather be sure everything is alright," Patton hummed. I shut the door behind them once we got into one of the classrooms.

"Our mother was bipolar, and she murdered Cassiana, her own mother, sister, our father's mother, and tried to murder his sister and me because she thought he was cheating. And also because he said he was leaving with Luca and I," I said, letting it spill out. Luca's eyes went wide while Patton looked confused.

"...Logan," he tried.

"I know it's eating you alive. That's why you told them how they died back during the dance. I shouldn't of been pissed, but I just didn't want to get to it yet," I told him.

"...How," he started.

"Our names at birth were Louka, L-o-u-k-a, Schäfer, and Logan Luna Rahman. Our father changed our names because he knew his family had bad lines, and knew how our mother was. So he chose Sidus because we were his stars. The middle names went with it at the time," I continued.

"Kennedy, our father, had diagnosed Borderline Personality Disorder, OCD, and Separation Anxeity, hence why it took so long for him to leave our mother. Our mother had a nasty bipolar disorder, hence the murderous episode of November 7th, same year I turned 6. I am pretty sure I have OCD and depression, some sort of separation anxiety, while Luca has diagnosed bipolar disorder, which is why he takes the medication he does take. We do know that I do not have any bipolar disorders, however our mother and I may share a gene of schizophrenia, which may of also added up to her murderous episode and rage. Both of us have dealt with Suicidal Thoughts, eating disorders, and self harm, however we have been clean for a while, we're healing his weight issues and my anorexia, but I am still dealing with Suicidal Thoughts," I explained.

"Schizophrenia?" Luca asked.

"2 years ago when you and our aunt had me go to that doctor. Only that was set in stone with the bipolar," I told him.

"Luca," Patton muttered, hugging Luca.

"Every year on his birthday, until this year, we would visit our mother's grave in just pure respect since she gave birth to us either way. Every year we do go to our father's grave from his birthday and Christmas. Normally we're in Rhode Island or some other northern U.S. state for the beach and stars. I look like our father while he looks closer to our mother, however we do both have her trait of our hair shifting from a darker color to a lighter color. I had a twin sister named Cassiana, she was quite bratty compared to me and in all honesty, looked nothing like Luca and I, but looked almost identical to our mother. She used to fight me for whatever I had, and constantly broke my glasses. Luca would lock her in his room to give me some sort of break from it... She probably had schizophrenia or bipolar disorder now that I think about it," I said.

"Holy," Patton mumbled as Luca teared up.

"Mother would yell at you whenever she found Cassiana in my room, and would beat you... Dad had to convince her to go to the store with Cassiana just so he and I could patch you up," Luca almost whispered. Now I teared up.

"I never saw our parents die, directly at least. I saw the blood from our mother and saw her murder the other family members. Dad..." I choked.

"Dad was locked in the car. You only survived because, of that guy. You wouldve been, b-been crushed that day. I had no idea if you were alive for hours. They couldn's find any pulse and they couldn't tell if you were breathing. I was so glad to see you were alive, but... Dad, that day.. I could only ID him because..., because," Luca choked also.

"I had his chin and eyes. That's the only way you could ID him," I muttered.

"Your face is identical to his, Logan. You're a lot like him in many ways, I swear to you that he's proud," Luca said, walking up to me and hugging me.

"And I swear to you that he's more proud of you for being better than her... Luca, you're who raised me. Not her, not dad, not Linda, you did. If dad is proud of me, he's even more proud of you because you're who made me. I know you don't want any blood related kids because of the bipolar disorder in the family, but if you and Patton were to adopt a kid.. You'd be the best father to that child, they'd be the luckiest person in the world with you, and Patton, as their parents," I told him, feeling him hug me tighter.

"You're my baby sister, of course I raised you," was all he got out before I heard him sob. I've had my breaking point, and now he's had his...

"Do you two need a minute?" Patton asked, seeming a little fazed by everything that's happened.

I shook my head, holding my arm to him to let him join. He smiled, walking over and hugging mostly Luca.

"The world is so," his voice shook while trying to get words out.

"Unfair... Despite the unfairness... We've ended up here. We're in a spot where we're surviving, comfortable, and.... happy to live," I told him. His breathing was still shaky, but his head shot up.

"...H-happy to live?" he asked with a quivering voice and tears still falling. Then I realized what I said. I hadn't said I was happy to live, or happy to be alive, ever... Patton seemed to light up also when noticing what I said.

"...Yeah. I guess letting it... it out to someone really does work," I chuckled, holding my breath when Luca squeezed me into another hug.

"God damn I, i-i can't stop crying," Luca said, resulting in both of us laughing.

"It's funny?" Patton asked.

"...The night of my birthday last year, I couldn't stop crying until the next day. Our breakdowns just... work like that," I shrugged.

"Aw you poor things," Patton said, pulling Luca into a very comfortable looking hug.

"Logan?!" we heard Remus holler from somewhere nearby before Luca could say anything.

"Why," he started.

"I kinda ran off without grabbing my things. I'll be back," I told them, walking out of the classroom and down to the main hall.

"I can take her stuff, Remus. You need to get to c-" I heard Vivian said while I walked around the corner.

"Logan! I'm sorry that song started playing, are you o-" Remus began to apologize and ask, but I cut him off by ruffling his hair, taking my things from his arms.

"The song was nice. It... Made me realize a few things. I'm alright, don't worry. Now, I'd get to class," I told him.

"...A-"

"I'm sure. See you at lunch," I said. Slowly, he smiled and nodded.

"See you at lunch then," he said, sticking a blue flower behind my ear before walking off toward his class.

"Another cornflower," I muttered, smiling at the thought while facing Vivian.

"...So," she started.

"Come on," I said, walking down to the classroom Luca and Patton were in. She followed me, looking confused.

"Vivi," Luca smiled, leaning into Patton in a hug.

"There's a good bit to explain," I told her.

"..Aight," she shrugged, plopping down in a chair.

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