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10 | Logan

I kinda sped through the ending of this, trying to get it out and not really caring how bad it was. I think it turned out decent enough to drive the plot forward while also giving Logan some emotion and character development. Ah, I love character development!!

Chapter 10: Wait—What?!
Logan Sanders

When I awoke from my sleep, I was alarmed, at first, to find that I was not in my own bed, but then I remembered that I had stayed the night at Patton's. My brothers and little sister were at home, safe and sound, with our parents. That made me sigh in relief. I had not been kidnapped during the night.

Patton was already awake, apparently, as he was not in the bed with me. I decided to check the time, so I grabbed my phone from the side table and watched as the screen glowed, showing me that the time was 10:18 am. I thought that it would be suitable that I got a few more minutes of sleep, so I laid my head back down on the pillow and slowly dozed off...

I was awoken mere seconds later by the sound of two pots banging together. I opened my eyes and saw Patton and his little brother, Peyton, doing said action. Patton smiled and dropped his pots, "Good! You're awake!" he jumped onto the bed, landing on me. It hurt for two seconds but then it felt fine. Grabbing my glasses and putting them on, I asked, "Is this how you wake up every morning?"

"Yep! You're gonna have to get used to it, if you actually do move in like we talked about last night!" He said. Wait, we talked about that last night? I don't seem to remember that. In fact, I don't seem to remember anything about last night. But I didn't want to tell Patton because he seemed so excited about it.

My mind could not think of a way to put the idea to rest gently, but instead thought of the pros and cons of it. If I did move in, I'd never have to leave Patton, and I'd get away from my more-than-annoying brothers. But if I left my home, my mother and father would be alone to care for them themselves, and Jackson and Drake would be stuck watching Gwen. They would kill her, I knew that.

"Patton, I—" He cut me off, "Logan, I'm just so happy that you agreed to do this. I just know everything will be so much better with you with me all the time..."

The decision was already made, it seemed. I didn't want to upset Patton in any way, so I knew what this was going to turn to. I was going to have to explain this to my family and see what they say about it.

"Yes, I suppose I am happy that this is happening as well. But I have to ask my parents if it's okay first...I have to get their consent, seeing as I contribute a lot—"

"We called them last night, silly!" Patton cut me off. "They said it was completely fine! In fact, they said they'd help you move in! My mom was also okay with it, so we can start moving today!"

Although I was supposed to be happy, I felt a sudden increase in my anxiety about the situation. Was I really doing this? I suppose that since my parents were okay with it, I should be excited...why wasn't I excited?

I concluded that it was only because I was tired and wasn't thinking straight. So, Patton and I got breakfast, talking the whole thing out. Patton was basically attached to me while we were planning the situation out with his mother and other guardians. He said that he had play rehearsal later today and that he would only be able to help with the situation for a little while, but that was okay.

Throughout the whole thing, I had the urge to back out of what was happening, but I declined those urges and went along with it. It could be counted as them doing something without my consent, except that I wasn't voicing my opinions, so they were doing nothing wrong. If I truly was not okay with this, I should've said something. But I didn't.

We went over to my old house and then talked to my parents about this, and they reaffirmed their being okay with it. There was a knot in my stomach the entire time, but I still didn't say anything. I allowed this to happen. Perhaps it's because, deep down, I wanted it to happen. I wanted to be with Patton every day. And yet, I also didn't. I wanted some sort of boundary. But I was torn. And yet I was stuck in this situation no matter what.

We were starting to move my stuff already. It was all happening so fast. What was happening? Suddenly the deep, intense feeling of not wanting this to happen gained traction, causing my breathing to pick up as well as my heartbeat, and my vision blurred. By the time I realized my change in state, I was standing in my now-empty room. I sunk down the wall and pulled my legs to my chest. At this point, Patton had gone to rehearsal. He couldn't help me now.

I hid my face in my knees, not sure what was going on anymore. I was okay with this the entire time until now, when my thoughts were racing in my head and my breathing didn't seem to be stopping. I felt a warm substance running down my face, and I couldn't help but feel vulnerable. Why did I let this happen? Why didn't I stop this?

Why did I do this to myself? Now it seemed that the only happiness I had in this whole thing was Patton.

I had to make the best of the situation, I knew that. It was too late to go back now.