Bonded by the Blues | A Sander Sides Book

Chapter 18 - Blue Mist: Part 4

I feel like it's been ages since we spent time with these two! 

Content Warning: Bad puns (courtesy of Patton) and science lectures (courtesy of Logan). 

--Patton--

I was happily drinking sunshine and skipping with unicorns in a candy cotton field when there was a BOOM.

I leapt out of bed, tripped over the sheets and crashed nose first into the carpet in a tangled mess. I opened my sleepy eyes, and the whole room seemed was upside down. No, I was topsy turvy. I tried to do a somersault and be up side up, but the sheets got even more knotty. I gave up and stood up looking like a toilet paper mummy. The flowery curtains at my window were twisting this way and that. Oh gosh it was a storm! Oh no! I hate it when the lightening and thunder and wind and rain wake me up in the middle of the night. I'll never get to go to sleep now...

There was only one thing to do now...

A PILLOW FORT!

I grabbed an extra coverlet out of the cupboard, cannon-balled onto bed. Step fun one: Put a big plump cushion and put it against the headboard for me to sit against. Step two do: Stack pillows in a square around me (it was more like a circle, but who worries about that?). Step three spree: Toss the coverlet over the headboard and the pillow walls. Step four go: Crawl in. Bonus Step: Cuddle unicorn plushie, any soft toy would do. All set.

Brrrrr. It was cold. I liked sleeping with my windows open, that's why. I should have closed them before burying myself in the fort. I hugged myself tighter. I couldn't reach the light switch, so I couldn't read or anything...

I closed my eyes and started counting little rains clouds, hoping I'd fall asleep. Nope.

What else can I do?

My phone of course!

I stuck my hand under the pillows and felt about. Ah! There you are! I swiped it open and checked my texts. OMGLoganisonline!

--Logan--

A single table lamp trapped me in a circle of light as I sat drafting checklists. On my desk were a notebook, some loos papers, a pencil, an eraser, a highlighter and a torch in case of an emergency, all neatly arranged for ease of access. 'MY HOUSE' was scrawled in surprisingly shaky letters on the cover of the notebook. I tapped a pencil against the words slowly. My handwriting was unsatisfactory on the best of days and when I was nervous? Beyond salvageable. Moving day was soon approaching. Was I ready to live alone? Well, Patton would be there too, but I will be the head of the house. It could hardly be a challenge if one maintains a level head and a practical approach to all mundane tasks of housekeeping. I scrapped back my armchair and glanced up at the stately grandfather's clock that stood by the window. I could barely make out the time, but it seemed as if it was past midnight. I removed my pair of glasses and rubbed the bridge of my nose. This won't do. My sleep had been erratic these past few days, I was so preoccupied with my planning and scheduling for the future. I sighed. At least a nap would be welcome.

A flash of light, a crash of thunder.

I picked up the torch, switched it on and made my way over to the window. I parted the lace curtains and watched the rain as my breathe condensed on the blurry glass panes. Well, I better be off to bed. I bent to unplug my charging phone. It would not do to have any damage come to it during a thunderstorm such as this. I was about to put it away safely in a drawer when the screen lit up.

Patton: Hi!

Patton: Logiiiiiiiiiiiiii

How unexpected. Texts from Patton? Now? Why was he even awake? Was it impolite to not respond immediately? I delayed a few minutes. What was the proper etiquette of texting? I felt a headache coming from right behind my creased forehead. Poor timing.