Sanders Sides One-shots

Shoot (OTP - Analogical) [1/3]

Ship: Analogical (this is literally my OTP and I haven't written it in fuck knows how long, omfg)

TW: Swearing, definitely

FUCK YEAH I'M DOING A THREE PARTER! AFTER FUCK KNOWS HOW LONG I'M DOING IT AGAIN! I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M TORTURING MYSELF LIKE THIS, BUT I AM

But legit, I came up with this idea from a fucking pick up line I made up and y'all have no idea how frigging excited I was; I actually almost slipped when I was getting out of the shower

I even planned out (a basic plan, I'm too lazy to do anything too detailed) the next few chapters! My ideas have been pretty shitty recently, and I was kinda pissed at myself and I'm really fucking happy that I have a good idea now.

Hopefully I don't fuck it up too badly.

This is a high school, human AU.

Characters are gonna be kinda OOC (especially in the case of Virg), but it's kinda needed.

I'm thinking if this turns out well, I might take the chapters and put them into a separate booklet -- maybe even make more chapters and develop the idea. We'll see.

Note is at the bottom!

Confidence was a jacket that he regularly enjoyed slinging over himself. It clung to his figure, and he relished in the way people nearby would pause to take a second glance at him; as if he was worth the attention. He'd stroll past casually, pretending that he didn't sashay past like a model on a catwalk, demanding undivided attention.

Logan had seen past it though; seen past the façade. Seen that the showy jacket was about as fake as the imitation leather it was composed of.

Perhaps that was why he'd felt so drawn to him. Logan had bothered to examine just how tacky the confidence was, rather than ogle over the person sporting it, like the average person.

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"He's here! He's here!"

Hushed whispers from blushing girls and guys alike had Logan rolling his eyes as his indiscreetly quickened his pace down the school corridor.

One would think Virgil was a celebrity with the treatment he received from those who continuously gushed over him, he mused to himself as more annoyingly high-pitched squeals resounded off the walls. He shoved past the infatuated students who had already begun crowding around the door, where Virgil was soon to enter through.

Clicking his tongue at the added inconvenience, he didn't bat an eye when a sleek black car pulled up behind him and the ruckus (somehow) increased in both volume and chaos. It was, after all, a regular occurrence albeit an irritating one.

Yes, he would admit that Virgil Sanders was attractive. It was an undeniable fact, but the cocky attitude he opted to utilise reeked of arrogance, and Logan hated nothing more than an egotistical person.

Perhaps he was being a little harsh; he barely knew the guy. But there was something about his wide grin, mischievous eyes, and gravelly voice that didn't bode well with him.

He was what many classified as a 'bad boy'; he wore black religiously (Logan had yet to see a day where he wasn't dressed completely in black), his hair was dyed a preposterous shade of sangria purple, his leather jacket had practically taken permanent residence upon his shoulders, his designer sunglasses were hardly ever not need stationed on his head, numerous emo-based tattoos decorated his pale skin, and several piercings accessorised his ears and face.