𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝘽𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚, 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙐𝙨 (An SBG fic 🥰)

Chapter One - New Kids In Town (Plus Chaos)

The smooth and soft wind blows in through the slightly ajar window, the light curtains swaying gently as sunlight filters through. The soft breeze creaks and lightly splashes warmth onto the sleeping boy, stirring him from his slumber.

Logan wakes up in a cold sweat, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “Shit, what time is it?” he mutters to himself, his heart racing with panic. He harshly grasps the edges of his white, cotton bed sheets and throws them off, urgency evident in his movements. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He speaks through his teeth.

His blond-brown hair bounces as he springs out of bed, the minimal sunlight peeking through behind the curtains casting a soft glow around him. He glances at his wall clock, the time reading ‘6:45’. The realization hits him like a ton of bricks.

“Grandma is going to kill me!” Logan scolds himself as he hastily throws on a new pair of clothes: a simple white button up, a brown cardigan, and grey slacks. As boring as it was, this was the uniform. His bedroom oozes of coziness, with books lining the walls and each plant meticulously placed, complementing his soft personality. His favourite book, an old copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird," sits prominently on the bedside table, its worn cover a testament to countless readings.

Taking a quick look around the room, his eyes scan for anything he might have missed—his glasses! He doubles back to grab them, the thick rims a familiar feeling in his palms. A sense of urgency driving him forward as he scurries out the door.

Exiting his room, he rushes down the dark finished stairs of their small, two-floored home. The inviting aroma of breakfast cooking and the faint scent of yesterday's fireplace linger in the air, creating a comforting ambiance. Family photos on the walls tell stories of generations past, adding to the warmth of the space. “Sorry, ‘ma! I woke up late! I gotta go fast!” Logan hurriedly kisses his grandmother on her cheek, her warm smile easing his hurried nerves. He waves at his grandfather, who sits on the couch reading the daily paper with a contented sigh. “That boy..” His gruff voice echoes through the room.

The kitchen, though small, emanates a sense of homeliness, while the living room, in comparison, feels more spacious, with room for two sofas and a coffee table adorned with a vase of fresh flowers. Their sweet fragrance fills the air, adding to the sense of comfort.

Logan continues his chase down the yard, occasionally tripping over his own feet but never falling. He can't afford to be late for the bus. As he rushes out, a playful dog barks from the neighbour's yard, adding to the morning cacophony—a reminder of the vibrant life stirring in the neighbourhood. “Morning, Missus!” Logan greets the owner as he jumps over a hose. She waters her plants with a smile, returning the greeting warmly. “Morning, Logan! Have a great day at school!” she calls after him as he hurries along.

“I will, thanks!” Logan replies, though he knows deep down that he's already running late. Occasionally, he checks his watch, seeing only two minutes left until the bus arrives. With the bus stop in sight, he pushes himself harder, feeling sweat bead on his forehead.

By the time he reaches the bus stop, his light brown hair is a tousled mess. Other kids shoot him curious glances as he gulps down big breaths of air. Wheezing and coughing, he hears the familiar vroom of the approaching bus. The doors open with a hiss, revealing the overweight bus driver. “Get in, you twerps,” he grumbles under his mound of chins.

As usual, Logan takes his place at the back of the bus, sitting alone in the one-seater practically made for him. He puts his earbuds in, drowning out the loud chatter that fills the bus today. Today seems louder than normal, Logan thinks to himself. Taking off one of the earbuds, he listens to the conversations around him, noticing one in particular. He doesn’t really understand, but a few words stick out: “New students” and “Famous.”