Bonded by the Blues | A Sander Sides Book

Chapter 45 - A Party Plays the Blues - Part 6

YES! Only one more chapter to go and leave this party for good. Get ready for the status quo to get uprooted as characters will end up places you will not expect.

 ---Virgil---

"How was I?" asked Roman, practically hanging on to my words.

"Why do you always fish for compliments?"

"How else do I know if I was any good?"

"Uh... you just know it? I mean I know I'm bad at everything, I don't need someone telling me."

"I sometimes don't know if you're snarking or crying out for help. Anyway, I value your criticism... because you are kind of the only one who gives me any honest feedback!"

"I offer objective judgement," said Logan, before Patton tugged him back.

"You were uh-may-zing, Roman! Better than me, anyway!" said Patton beaming.

"Thanks!" said Roman, tossing his hair back. I jabbed him in the ribs. "Sorry, you were fantastic too, Patton! Loved the shoulder shimmy and high kicks and the awkward dad dancing!" I jabbed him again, harder, and he doubled down.

Patton was grinning nevertheless, "I love my dad moves!"

Roman tried to not look too obvious that he was waiting for me to say something, a little smile dancing at the corners of his mouth unsure whether to stay or fly away. I shrugged. "S'was fine, I guess."

"Just fine?"

I watched his smile trickle away to a tense jaw. "Well better than those pair of human slinkies dancing now. And yeah, you got people all hot and bothered."

"People? Does that include you too?"

I dragged that damn smile back onto his lips, and we were happy to see each other again. "What if I say it was?"

"Then I've won the whole competition!" Roman puffed his chest out and stood a little taller, his foot tapping to the music again.

I pretended to cough into my sleeve to hide my face, as my traitorous lips refused to stay emotionless.

---Patton---

"I'm so happy, Logie!" I said, hanging onto his arm so hard I was worried I'd pull it right out of the socket. I saw that there were some crumbs in his hair, so I sheepishly brushed them of.

"Glad to hear of it. Did you enjoy yourself? Ready for round two?" asked Logan, patiently waiting for me to be done.

"There's a round two?" I tried to comb his hair back into place, but it would listen to my fingers, so I tried patting them down, my tongue hanging out.

Logan chuckled, his cheeks twitching under my forearm. "There usually is before they decide the winner."

"Uh-huh. Then I'll bounce around the dance floor again!" There was this stubborn bit of spiky hair that was sticking right out above his head. I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us, so that Roman and Virgil were basically obsessed with the movie of each other, and got on my tippy toes and quickly ran my tongue over the tuft and slicked it back into place.

"Patton!" squeaked Logan and I almost died of cuteness then and there.

"Everything is in place now!" I said and bopped him on the nose.

"That was a higher level of PDA than I'm confortable with," said Logan quietly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I jumped away from him as if he was made from exploding popcorn. I stood four feet away. "This far enough?"