Bonded by the Blues | A Sander Sides Book

Chapter 11 - A Blueberry Bagel

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This chapter starts immediately after Chapter 9. 

--Patton--

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot. I gave him my best frown, but Logan looked so uncomfortable I couldn't help feeling sorry.

"I..." began Logan. "I – I – I –" His face contorted. His eyes blinked furiously. His nose twitched. He tried to hold it in desperately – but SNEEEEZE. His coffee cup jumped in his hand and splashed down his front. He swayed slightly on his feet as he gasped and recovered.

"Better out than in, I say!" I patted his back soothingly. "Wait I think I have just the fix-it." I shrugged my backpack off my shoulder, unzipped it and stuck my hand in. I'm sorry to say that my bag had joined me in my unexpected dive, and all my knick-knacks were soaked through and through. But – now this is a good tip to remember – I had all my medicines in a zip-lock bag that sealed perfectly. I learnt it the hard way that my poor little baggie was going to go through some tragic incident or other ever so often, so it doesn't hurt to be prepared. Anyway, enough with the yapping, I fished the zip-lock bag out and yay! My lozenges were still in there safe and sound! So were a packet of tissues.

Logan blinked, and smiled slightly. "That is very responsible of you, Patton. And thank you, these will be most useful." He neatly slid out a cough drop from the package and popped it in to his mouth. He took out two tissues, put one away in his pocket and wiped his nose and mouth with the other.

"Well, I can be the sensible one sometimes too! You never know when your smile turns upside down. Plus, nobody else brings any supplies with them. I have some cookies here somewhere, or rather had, they've gone soggy now. Paper packets hate water. Oh, the poor babies, no one got to eat them."

"Unfortunately, I was not equipped as you, but then I was not expecting to be drenched in unsanitary water. I do not like it when things do not go according to plan." He sighed. "Nothing in my briefcase was saved. Fortunately, the leather kept the water from doing its worst. I hope the lining was not ruined."

I dropped my head, upset at what my clumsiness caused. Even if he I did some stuff carefully, I was still a bumbling clutz. Logan shifted uncomfortably besides me and put a shaky hand on my shoulder again. "Er... - I beg your pardon, I never say 'er' – but um..." he stuttered. "It was not my intention to –"

"You might have to take care of that," I pointed at his shirt, on which an ugly brown stain was spreading.

"Yes of course, I might have to make a swift detour to the washroom," - he paused - "would you be kind enough to hold onto my briefcase and dispose of the coffee cup? If not, I would not mind taking –"

I stopped his nervous ramble with a strained smile. "It's okay." I took the stuff from him and set off towards the trash cans, biting my lower lip and trying not to cry. I heard Logan's footsteps head the other way. I got to the bins, referred to the colour codes, tossed the paper cup into the yellow one and dropped the straw into the black one. i liked to keep the environment as clean as I could. I still had some coffee left in mine, but I had lost my appetite – coffee was so bitter. So, I threw that away too.

"Hey, Pat."

I turned around slowly, confused. That wasn't Logan's voice.

"Feeling down?" It was Dorian, and he held a big fluffy candy floss in his hand. He offered it, and I took it without realising what I was doing. Who could refuse candy?