Sanders Sides One Shots - Sanders Sides

From - Logicality

A loud bang and a flash came from my room as the chemicals exploded. I groaned in frustration. I had been trying to get this solution right for the past month to no avail.

    "Maybe if I use Molybdenum?" I muttered to myself, writing things down frantically. My phone dinged, letting me know that it was time for me to go to bed, but I ignored it.

    I'll be fine. Once I just write this last thing down, then I'll go to sleep and still get a good eight hours, I told myself. The sound of pen on paper and the sizzle of my Bunsen Burner filled the room as I worked long into the night.

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I finally collapsed onto his bed, so late in the night it could be called morning. Without even bothering to change out of my shirt, I fell asleep, glasses still on my face. I finally opened my eyes, squinting into the sunlight. I grabbed a book off of my bedside, and as I did I spotted my clock and froze. It was 9:45. I had overslept!

    I threw back my covers and quickly changed into fresh clothes, too rushed to shower. Grabbing my folders I quickly sank down into the common room, rushing around to try and find Thomas. As I bustled about, my head was buried in my papers, frantically searching for my plans. Suddenly I, and all my papers, went flying. The ground rushed up at me, but something grabbed my waist, stopping me.

    "Logan! Are you okay?" Patton said. He had caught me, inches away from the ground.

    "Yes, I'm fine Patton," I said straightening my glasses. Patton held me in a sort of dip position, and I found myself... blushing? I, Logan, did NOT blush. What was happening?! Patton studied me intensely, and I felt awkward under his gaze. "What is it?" I asked, removing myself from the embrace, thought I felt cold without Patton's warmth.

    "Logan, how much sleep did you get last night?" Patton asked, gesturing to the dark circles beneath my eyes and my disheveled hair.

    "Enough," I told him.

    "Logan," Patton said sternly, forcing me to meet his eyes. "How much sleep did you get last night?" Patton repeated slowly.

    "I... I don't know. Maybe three hours?" I said quietly.

    "Oh Logan..." Patton said sympathetically.

    "I apologize Patton, but I must be on my way. Thomas needs my help," I said, starting down the corridor, but was stopped.

    "No Logan. You're going back to sleep!" Patton told me, grabbing my wrist. I spun around and was met with Patton's caring eyes, now filled with worry for... for me? I allowed Patton to lead me to my room. The entire time, I couldn't help but wonder about that look in Patton's eyes, and the feeling I got from it. It felt... nice. But what was it?

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    The following morning I decided that I needed to figure out what these feelings were. And so, I ran some experiments. I felt weird when I was in the scenario of a dip, which came from me tripping. If I could recreate the situation, perhaps I would be able to puzzle out my feelings.

    I started with a test with Virgil. I grabbed random papers and folders to make it look like I was busy. I appeared in the common room, and, to my luck, I spotted Virgil coming in the front door. Burying my nose in my papers once again, I quickly walked towards him. As we neared each other, I purposely tripped myself, flying through the air towards Virgil. I watched him come closer and closer until he... stepped out of the way? I hit the ground with a thud and heard Virgil snicker as he walked away.