Sanders Sides One-Shots

35) Can You Find Me?

The door of my room creaks open slowly as I press my hand to it. Running a hand through my hair, a note fluttering to the floor catches my eye. A happy smile pulls at the corners of my mouth as I pick up the paper when I recognize Patton's quirky handwriting. A quick read through of the interestingly worded note sends me searching for the dad-like trait. He is hid somewhere in the mind-palace  playing a game of hide-and-seek with me. Gosh, he is so adorable. I just want to... Ahem... Stay focused.

I search the commons. Sofa? No. Closet? Also no. Why did he have to be so tiny?! He could be anywhere! I move onto the kitchen and search every cupboard. Not here either. Sighing, I grab a cookie out of the jar.

"What are you looking for?"

"Patton."

"Hide-and-seek?"

"Yes..."

"Want help?"

"No, I will find him eventually."

"Whatever, but remember that he will literally not move until you find him. We do not want a repeat of last time."

Ah, he is referring to the last time Patton and I played hide-and-seek. He hid under a bed for three days. I hit myself in the face. He's in one of the bedrooms. Why did I not think of this sooner? I head up the stairs and push open one of the doors. I search that room thoroughly.

"What are you doing in my room?"

"Looking for Patton."

"Is he-"

"Yes."

"Ah, good luck."

I switch rooms. When I find him, I'm going to ki- Wait! No! Focus! He doesn't like you that way. Just... find him. My mind turned away from the images of his flashing eyes and soft hair, and refocused on preventing a repeat of last time. Argh! He's not in this one either! One more quick sweep of the closet, and I once again switch rooms. I take in a deep breath.

Ah... His room smells like sugar cookies, honey, and warm... just like him... I shake out my head. Come on! Find him! I pull back his many fluffy blankets. Nope. His closet? He's not hiding among the onesies and cardigans. His closet is surprisingly neat. Beginning to get frustrated, I allow my mind to wander a little.

 Closing my eyes, I remember his sparkling laugh, his brilliant smile, his delightfully ruffled hair. Me, gently wiping flour off his cheeks that one time he tried teaching me baking. How he loves to poke his head in my room and tell me jokes and puns. What I would give to have him sleeping in my arms for just one night...

"Why are you so red?"

My eyes fly open. "I... oh... um..."

"You were thinking about him, yes?"

"I... What? Shut up," I growl in embarrassment as laughter fills the room. I step into the corridor. Where could he be hiding? The only place I haven't checked is- He wouldn't. Yes. Yes, he would actually. This is precisely the kind of thing Patton would do. I open my bedroom door. A soft giggle comes from under the mess of blankets that somehow made their way onto my bed. I stifle a laugh. Of course... I pull away one of the blankets and his smiling face greets me. "I found you, Patton."

"Aww... What took so long?" he teases, a brighter smile lighting up his face.

"Come on now, up."

"Or..." He grabs my arm and pulls me down onto the bed next to him. I feel my face heat up. "Patton..."

"Can I tell you something?" He asks hopefully. I really cannot resist that face.

"Of course you can."

The smile on his face widens. "I love you, Logan Sanders."

My eyes widen as his mouth meets mine.

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A/N

"Hey... yeah so it's been awhile. I'm sorry about that guys. I'll try to be on more often. So this One-Shot was a trial for a lot things I wanted to try. First, I would like to say that writing in the first person is difficult. I also tried to keep the narrator hidden until the end. How did I do? Also, this was kind of an apology... because I realized I've never actually written fluffy Logicality until now. So... here. Smiles!"

--MidnightNightmare416

Published: 08/28/2018