Strange Creatures || sanders sides fan fiction

5: Who?

Roman

Ugggghhhhh it's too earllyyyyyyyyyyy... why'd I stay up all night?

Roman stuck his head under a pillow as his phone alarm went off, signalling that it was 3:30 in the afternoon.

Reluctantly, Roman got up, got dressed and ate a late lunch, which was just leftover pizza from last night.

I should ask Logan if I can have that feather back, and I should also ask if he wants some food.

Roman walked over to Logan's room and knocked on the door "Logan?"

No response.

Roman opened the door and looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary other than the fact that Logan wasn't there.

Maybe he went out?

Roman checked his phone. There were no texts from Logan. That made Roman worried. Logan always texted them if he was going out.

"THOMAS LOGANS GONE" Roman kicked down the door to Thomas's room.

"WHAT?!" Thomas sprung out of bed. "DIDN'T HE TEXT YOU?"

"NO!"

Thomas fumbled for his phone and looked up at Roman once he had checked it.

"I DIDN'T GET A TEXT EITHER!"

"WAIT! I HAVE AN IDEA!"

Roman opened the Find My Friends app on his phone and looked where Logan's phone was. The three room-mates always had their phones locations on, as all three tended to get lost and were useless with direction.

"HE'S STILL IN THE BUILDING!"

"OH THANK THE GAY-LORDS"

"WE STILL NEED TO YELL AT HIM BECAUSE HOW DARE HE ABANDON US!"

"Roman... we know he's in the building its fine..."

"NO"

"Fine... I'll go down, you go up. Ok?"

Roman nodded and ran out of the apartment and started running up the stairs.

(timeskippu)

Roman had searched through all the floors that he could possibly think logan was on. The only place left to look now was the roof.

Roman didn't know why Logan would be on the roof, but he thought he might as well check.

When he got up there, surprise surprise! Logan was indeed, on the roof. The elf was sitting down, facing away from him.

Roman started walking over to them.

"Logan! Where the heckity heck were you? We freaked out when we realised you weren't-" Roman spotted a person who Logan had apparently been talking to. Both of them were smiling, which for Logan, was uncommon. Whoever they were, Roman instantly disliked them. They were wearing a tatty black and purple hoodie and looked as though they had been dragged off the streets. Roman glared at them.

"who's this?"

Logan cleared his throat as the person stopped smiling.

"Roman, this is my new friend... Virgil."