Analogical

Analogical Part 3

Hey guys! I see people are actually reading my stories, so that's cool! I just wanted to share my love of Sanders Sides with the world and improve my writing skills, and it seems that is happening! I also have a blog where I post non-fanfiction stories (www.mycrazymindstories.blogspot.com) if you wanna check it out. (Virgil's POV)

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I have reasons to believe Logan might be into me. And I'm not sure how I feel about it... other than anxious. 

I mean, I like him... I love him. But what if he's just trying be kind because of my recent mental state? What if it's something Patton has put him up to? What if he hates me? 

What if... ugh! I HATE my anxiety! Just because I am the literal embodiment of anxiety in Thomas doesn't mean I don't get my own. 

The reason my mind is trying to convince me of something that's completely irrational, is from Thomas's most recent video, "Can LYING Be Good???". 

In the video, I was the techie for Roman's stupid play where he tried to convince Thomas that lying is good (I'll rant about that later, including the appearance of stupid Snake-face). Logan was our dramaturg, and when Roman lost his FREAKING sippy cup, and I had to go search for it, Logan called me by my nickname, Virge. None of the other sides call me that, and normally Logan hates nicknames. 

There's also another reason that no one else knows about. After I found Roman's stupid sippy cup, I was hyperventilating, not just because Thomas is ridiculously out of shape, but because of...well... you guessed it, anxiety. 

I hate being put on the spot, and Roman had me rushing around to find something that he should have been responsible for. Roman also made me put on a tight fitting black shirt for tech, and I just wanted my hoodie back. 

Logan was clearly seeing I was on the edge of a panic attack, when he came over to me and did the unthinkable. He... he hugged me. 

Nobody had ever hugged me before. Everyone always thought I was like a disease, constantly spreading, contagious. It was more than I could have ever imagined, especially from Logan. It wasn't stiff or awkward. It was calculated perfectly, as of practiced, but, not in a bad way. He held me just the right way, and it was so tempting to melt into his arms.

"NO!" my mind screamed, and I removed myself from his warm and welcoming arms. He seemed almost, disappointed that I pulled away so quickly, like I left him wanting more. But I didn't know what else to do, it was too late.

Maybe he had never been hugged before? It had always made perfect sense for him to be repulsed by hugs. I mean, he literally has said "Feelings, the bane of my existence.". It's on a FREAKING t-shirt! 

I don't know, I'm confused. Stop sending me mixed signals Logan!

Hope you guys liked it, I really liked writing this one, I might write another one tonight... Let me know if you want longer stories, or if you would like the perspectives of the other sides (Patton, Roman, maybe even Deceit).