Sander Sides (One Shots) [F I N I S H E D]

Love? Pt2 (📚🐶)

Author: Micha

**Logan's POV**

"P-Patton." I cursed at myself for stuttering. I looked to my door which was now opening. It was Patton. He looked at me, "You called?" I looked at him, confused, forgetting that if you say one of the sides names aloud, they can either be summoned or they can tell who called them. "You called my nam—Logan are you okay?" He looked at me with concern as my face became a dark crimson red. He walked over to me and put the back of his hand on my forehead. To me, it felt like he was 3 inches away from my face while in reality, his face was about 48 inches away. I couldn't help but feel "butterflies" in my stomach. Patton looked at me, "You don't have a fever, but your face is completely red." I blinked, 'OH SH-' He cut off my profanity by giving me a soft glare. I looked down in shame, knowing that I screwed up. "Shoot. Oh shoot." I corrected myself, and he gave me a reassuring smile with no teeth showing. I accepted it and he stepped out, walking back to the living room area. I gave a deep sigh of relief as I rolled over to my mirror. I looked at myself, "Well that isn't logical." I said sarcastically, while I felt my cheek bone, 'If I go out there, looking like this.... Virgil and Roman will never let me live it down.'
I sighed and got up from my chair, sliding back under the desk. I look around my room, trying to remember where Roman stashed his show makeup, in my room. I opened my closet and reached for the top shelf. I pulled down a tiny makeup bag, and squinting a bit at the vivid red, that was radiating off of it. I opened it, grabbing out, what I read was, "Foundation". 'This is what Roman says Virgil's always wearing.' I poured some on to my hand, and dabbed a bit of it onto my finger, then rubbing it over my face. I did that repetitively until the blob was gone. I look back in the mirror, and put back the foundation in the exact place it was in the bag. I put the bag away and went to head out to the living room for dinner. When I walked out, it was Patton in the kitchen cooking, Virgil laying on the couch, playing on his phone, and Roman sitting at the table, humming to himself as he waits for supper. I got some reason decide to help Patton with dinner. "What are you cooking Patton?" I say, as I fix my glasses. Patton doesn't look back at me, "Chicken Pasta." I nodded and offer help, he tells me, that I could test the noodles and turn off the stove. So I did. I looked at Virgil, 'Why is So engulfed in his phone?' It's as if Virgil has the scent of a dog, once he smells the chicken, he quickly bolts up from the couch and sits across the table from Roman.