The Divide [Logan X Patton]

Me and My Bitter Friend

                                             Fly me to the moon 

                                                        Let me play among the stars 

                                                                    Let me see what spring is like

                                                                           On a, Jupiter and Mars 

                                                                                         In other words, hold my hand 

                                                                                                     In other words, baby, kiss me 

                                                                                                           Fill my heart with song 

                                                                                              And let me sing forever more 

                                                                                           All I worship and adore

                                                                                  In other words, be true

                                                     In other words, I love you 

...The feeling of the warm sun pulled me out of the dream. Wait..sun? My room doesn't have any windows, which means...

I sprung up and immediately felt calmer as soon as I hear Virgil's voice 

"Relax, you're in my room, you fell asleep coloring on my bed so I took the couch"

Virgil was wrapped in a black blanket and had major bed head. His purple hair was all fluffy and curly and it looked like a bunch of fuzzy grapes. 

"Do you want some tea?" he asked through a yawn 

"Sure thing kiddo, nice bed head by the way"

Virgil chuckled and as he walked away called back to me "Look whos talking"

I got up and went into my room to look in my mirror. Virgil was right! My hair looked like a family of rats has created a burrow in it. I brushed my hair, put in my contacts and decided to wear my blue polo with some cargo shorts and white tennis shoes. I grabbed my laptop and headed for the breakfast table where a cup of warm chamomile tea sat in a blue and white cup. One that Virgil made for me when we were in the 9th grade together. It was painted a light blue and had little white clouds painted on it, it was completely hand painted by Virgil and is ultimately my favorite cup.  I opened my laptop and noticed I got a quickmail, so I opened it. 

Dear Patton Moral

I am writing to inform you that if you are still interested in the maid/ Assistant job I am willing to give the position to you. However, if you do take the position I must inform you that you are expected to be at my home at exactly 6:00 am sharp, ready in uniform with black shoes which will be shipped to you by tomorrow unless you suddenly decide that you are no longer interested in this job. If you are not in the uniform I ship to you, you will be sent home. I am also reminding you that this is also only a temporary job.