Bonded by the Blues | A Sander Sides Book

Chapter 5 - Lost in a Big Blue Hall: Part 1

Gosh these chapters are getting long! I had to break this monster of a chapter into two. Anyways we're back with Logan, who's probably the only person I know that likes Orientation Programmes just like me!

--Logan--

It was Monday. Orientation Day.

Logan sat on the first row. His straightened his back, squared his shoulders and bent his knees at 90 degrees. For once the chair was the right height for him. Caeruleum, you are commendable, he thought. His hands were clasped on his lap, resting on a binder. It was filled with sufficient blank sheets if notes were necessary, and a pen was placed purposefully in his shirt pocket.

The students filed into the big blue hall; in groups, pairs or alone. Some dawdled, hands in pockets. Some flashed by to get the best seat. Quite a few looked excited to be there. One or two looked absolutely terrified.

Logan glanced up at every new student that entered the hall. Some smiled, some nodded and quite a few didn't notice his look of muted anticipation. Logan stared back. He checked his watch. Less than five minutes left for the programme to start.

Patton was late.

Logan scratched the back of his left hand distractedly. Well, Paton was not technically tardy. Students had been advised to be present at least fifteen minutes before 10 o'clock, and there were 3 minutes more to go. To be specific, 145 seconds more...

A chair a few rows back scrapped loudly, and Logan was shaken out of his whirling thoughts. Maybe he should send Patton a text? That was what people usually did at times like this, right? After all Patton had given him his number, though they had not texted each other yet. Just one call from Logan when he checked to see if Patton knew the time, date a place of Orientation. Patton had conveniently forgotten, so Logan was happy to be useful.

Logan: Good Morning, Patton. This is Logan from University. I hope you had a pleasant sleep last night. It's Orientation Day today. Are you on your way here? I believe, you're running late. Please do not tell me you forgot again.

The phone beeped immediately. Logan's eyes widened. That was fast.

Patton: HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

Patton: I'm so so sorry.

Patton: I'm on my way don't worry.

Patton: Got stuck in a bit of traffic.

Patton: This thingy starts at 11, right?

Logan pushed his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He had made Patton write the details down.

Logan: It's starts at 10.00 am. Which was one minute ago.

Patton: Waaaaaaaaaah. I'm coming! Wait for me! Don't go!

Logan: I'm seated at the front row. Come.

Patton: Keep a seat for me?

Logan: Of course. Hold on, are you texting and driving?

Patton: Nope. I don't have a car. I'm on a bus. This cranky fellow is so slow. But it's a big red one!

Logan scratched his left hand again. What was he supposed to reply to that odd text?

Logan: Red is a good colour. Please travel safely.

Patton: Oki.