Sanders Sides One-Shots

Slipping through my fingers (Platonic analogical)

Logan's POV

I looked towards Virgil. He was dancing with his boyfriend of 6 months; the emo boy was laughing with his head thrown back and his eyes shut while the Royal like persona looked at him lovingly, giggling.

I just stood there in a corner of the ballroom, looking from afar.

Virgil and I had been best friend for as long as I can remember. Always together, always laughing and joking, always each other constant. But I guess now that was over. I was no longer his constant and although he was still mine, I knew I will have to move on.

I felt a tear run down my face. This past six months our friendship had been rolling down hill. Suddenly everything was about Roman and every time we didn't have school he would be with him, leaving me behind and making me feel like a toy he could play with while his favorite one wasn't there.

Don't get me wrong, I was so insanely happy for him, I have never seen him more happy, and I knew distance relationship were hard, making the desire to see each other unbearable. But I could feel him slipping through my fingers and it hurt. Fuck did it hurt. It hurt getting ignored from time to time; it hurt getting rejected every single time because he had to take the train and spend the weekend with Roman, or because Roman was here; it hurt getting replaced; it hurt realizing he doesn't need you anymore, even if you still need him by your side.

I missed the jokes, the sleep overs, the nights spent talking about a future where we would be neighbors. I missed making the sun go down planning vacations and adventures in different cities and countries, or planning what dog we were going to buy and how we were going to name them.

I missed him.

But now it was no longer us; now it was them and me.

I dried my eyes and turned around and tapped Patton, Roman's brother, on the shoulder.

"Hey would you mind taking them home after the dance? My mum called and I have to get home." I lied, trying to keep my voice from shaking. He was about to nod but he stopped.

"Ye- Logan have you been crying?" He asked worriedly. I tried to smile reassuringly, probably failing.

"I'm okay, don't worry Patton. So can you?" He didn't look convinced and I knew he would talk to Virgil, telling him I was crying and "looked sad". After a few second though he nodded, making a small grateful smile appear on my lips.

"Thanks." I said, leaving the homecoming dance and heading home.

It was time to move on.