Sander Sides One Shots :D

Illogical Love (Part One)

Logan was always a loner. He never cared to meet people meaning his friends were very limited. Very limited. One of his only friends also didn't exactly enjoy the company of people. So they got along well. Meeting people wasn't the only thing Logan couldn't understand how to do. He never exactly u stood feelings. It wasn't that he didn't feel at all. Logan just always payed attention too the logical things. The things that already have a simple explanation. So when he found himself falling in love, things got a bit confusing.

It was winter in Mid December. Logan was in collage studying to be an atronimer. He carried his pile of books in his hands while his bag was basically empty. Virgil stared at him as Logan struggled to take a safe step without tripping over something. "You have a back-pack for a reason, you know that right?" Virgil insisted.

Logan scoffed. "Non-sense! I'm fine. I mean, I have arms for a reason too, don't I?"

"Yeah. Arms are to carry your sandwhich as your bag carries your homework."

Suddenly, Logan felt his foot faulter and his eyes went wide. Virgil stared his eyes just as wide or more, backing up hoping Logan didn't fall on him. Logan felt his body lean back towards the floor, his books flying into the air, out of his arms. Before Logan could process what was happening, he heard a soft "WAAH!" And Logan was on the floor. Except this time his fall was softer than usual.

Logan didn't realized his eyes were shut tight until he opened his eyes and looked up. Logan then realized he'd fallen on someone but couldn't tell who it was. Everything was fuzzy. All he saw were shapes and colors. "Uhh, are you okay?" The figure questioned.

Logan was still shocked from his fall. All he could make out was, "glasses."

Logan could hear someone chuckle and Logan stood up as best he could without seeing. His head hurt and he felt dizzy. You know when you try on someone's glasses that have a perscription you don't need and your head begins to hurt the longer you have them on? That's exactly how it felt for Logan except it's the exact opposite. Logan then felt a nudge on his shoulder and he turned to his right. He saw purple and black colors handing him something. Logan knew this situation well enough to know it was Virgil handing him his glasses.

Logan grabbed his glasses and slipped then onto his head. He turned to Virgil and gave a quick nod. "Thank you."

Logan turned to his left to greet the person he's run into. The person next to him had a bright, bubbly smile and a shirt with a cardigan. Logan had seen the boy around once in a while but had never actually introduced himself. Logan cleared his throat and began dusting himself off before he brought out his hand for a handshake. "Apologies. I hadn't meant to run into you."

The boy stared at Logan's hand for a few seconds before taking it and shaking. Logan couldn't tell, but he could've sworn he was blushing. "I-it's fine. I-I'm Patton."

"Logan."

Another boy came over Patton's shoulder and smirked saying, "Hey, Patton! Isn't that the guy you-" he was cut off with Patton slapping his hand over the others mouth.

Patton gave a wavering smile as he turned as red as a tomato. "Heh. Sorry. This is my friend Roman."

The taller boy waved and mumbled something into Patton's hand. Virgil came up to Logan's side. "Logan, are you going to pick up your books or are we finally gonna ditch 'em?"

Logan perked up. "Of coarse! I'd almost forgotten." Logan crouched down to the floor and began picking up the dozens of thick books.

Virgil sighed and muttered, "so glad I asked." Then began picking up the books with him.