Logan Sargeant One-Shots || Taking Requests!

School Nights

This chapter is based off the song School Nights by Chappell Roan (thank me later for the song rec)

You were moving out of your parent's house in the states to live abroad in Europe. Now that you had graduated university, you had gotten a job in Italy as a translator for a brand so that they could accurately sell to English-speakers. You didn't think you had a ton of things to bring with you abroad, but one day your mother gave you the keys to the family storage unit, incase you wanted to bring anything from the unit. During your rummaging through the medium sized storage room, you found a heart shaped cardboard box that was covered in glitter. You lifted the lid, finding countless letters written to you, a dried rose, and plenty of pictures from what looked like your highschool years. 

You took the box and a couple organizer bins from the unit, putting it all in your car. On your drive home, you couldn't help but think about the letters. You thought about the person who sent you them and how giddy you were when you received them. 

When you got home, you unloaded your car and immediately turned your attention to the heart shaped box. You knew exactly who this box was dedicated to. You only had one high school sweetheart throughout all four years. Logan Hunter Sargeant. You had known him since he was assigned to be your lab partner in Freshman Biology, and the rest was history. 

You looked through the pictures, all of them jogging your memory of the boy you thought you would spend your entire life with. The first picture was one you had taken during lunch when your friend group was drawing on each other in pen. You and Logan had played tic tac toe on your forearm, and you won three times in a row. You proudly took a picture to brag about it, you wouldn't let him forget about it. Another picture was one taken during a field day, where you made clover and dandelion rings for you and Logan, and all of your friends were teasing the two of you for it. The teasing was worth it, you were both happy.

There were a couple pictures from your sophomore homecoming night, when you and Logan were officially together. They were your typical awkward school dance pictures, but there were also some of you and Logan dancing. You didn't remember if your mom was a chaperone for the dance, or if you gave your camera to your friends, but you did remember how happy you were that night. Even though the two of you were dating, it was both your first relationship, and you fondly remember how lovestruck you were. They say you never forget your first, but Logan had faded into the background, now that it had been nearly three years since graduation.

There were more blurry pictures of you and Logan, and pictures from when the two of you went to the carnival for the 4th of July during the summer before Junior year. There was a local fair held on the 4th of July every year, and you went with Logan every year you were together. The carnival is where you had your first kiss, admittedly it wasn't the most intimate, being in a spinning teacup, but you remembered the high you got from it, as well as the cheers from your friends watching. You could remember the fireworks every year that never got old, and that sweet smell of funnel cake that you strongly associated with the holiday.

You put down the pictures and moved onto the letters, the many letters Logan wrote to you. In Senior year, Logan's racing career had really picked up, and even though the two of you called and started texting, he still likes the realness of sending letters. You looked through the letters and started reading one of the shorter letters, one of the last ones your highschool sweetheart had sent to you. 

Hey,
Sorry I haven't sent one of these in a while I know you love them. Kinda caught up in racing as always, but you know how it is. I feel like racing has almost made me grow up, like mentally I feel like I'm in my mid-twenties you know??? But honestly it would be really nice if I was back in Florida with you and everyone else. I'm almost not ready to grow up. I wanna stay young with you. Sad I'm missing prom, but I'm still super excited about hearing from all these academies that want me. I think a ton about what if I stayed in Fort Lauderdale with you guys but maybe this is good for me.  I'll be able to make it to graduation to see everyone again, but I won't get to walk the stage since my parents took me out of school to make me do tutoring. Right now I'm writing this while waiting for one of my races to get cleared...the weather here fucking sucks and it's pouring and I'm cold and honestly I just wanna be home on the sim or taking a nap. 
My race engineer is yelling at me so bye for now and I love you,
Logan.

His handwriting was all too familiar to you. You flipped to the earlier letters, and found one where he wrote his new phone number on it. You remembered the day you added it to your contacts, and the day you angrily deleted it too. 

You had held a grad party after your graduation, and you were hoping Logan could come to one if not both of them. Graduation came by, and there was no sign of him. You texted him, called him, and nothing. At your party, you had wished he would be at your front door, but everytime you eagerly rushed and opened the door, it was family or your classmates. You were rightfully upset, and had asked your parents to contact his, but they had said Logan was unavailable. Though you don't remember anything else from that night, you could still recall the sinking feeling of dread. The feeling that you may never get to see your boyfriend again, a feeling that had driven you angry enough to delete his number. Looking back, it was an extremely immature thing for you to do, but emotion had driven all of your actions that night. You had cut contact with your boyfriend, and told your parents it was over. 

You took your phone out from your pocket, and typed the number in your phone. It would be a long shot if he even replied, but you wrote a little paragraph and sent it to the number that was his all those years ago. You didn't know what Logan was up to now, but you assumed that he made it in motorsport, because if he didn't, he would've came home. Most of the people in your old circle of friends desperately wanted to leave Fort Lauderdale, and Logan was one of them. 

You sifted through the other things in the heart shaped box, and set it to the side as you started packing your things with the organizers from the storage unit. You couldn't stop thinking about Logan, and gave into your curiosity by searching him up. He was in Formula Two, and thriving at that. You wondered if he still remembered you, and if he had a new girlfriend. You were lost in thought, sorting through old paperwork, until your phone lit up. It was Logan.