Love is When... - Logince & Prinxiety

Chapter Nine

Love is when you realize that what you have isn't love. Maybe it used to be, but now, it's not.

A crash of thunder echoed outside Roman's room as he lay on his bed, eyes trained on the ceiling. His covers were strewn across his floor and though no lights were on in the house, the room was too bright for Roman's liking.

It was another one of those nights. Those nights when he couldn't sleep for the life of him. Those nights when the past seeped in from all corners, from beneath the door, and through the mesh of the windows. Those nights when he wanted to do everything and nothing at the same time.

He rolled over and checked his phone for any texts, the sudden light blinding him momentarily before allowing him to see his lock screen pitifully empty of texts and notifications from friends who had all but abandoned him.

It wasn't their fault, Roman supposed. He had left them first.

Another bout of wind shook the house, followed by the pounding of rain against the roof.

Rain against the windows. The car windows. Rain against Roman's hair, rain against Logan's glasses, rain against the school parking lot as they bounded for the shelter of Roman's car.

"You should wear contacts more often."

"Maybe I will."

* * *

"Hey, Logan!" Roman called, loudly interrupting the din of the high school hallway. "Specs! Oh-" he faltered, the nickname no longer having its effect as, when Logan turned his head towards the call, Roman was met with unobstructed eyes. "You... where are your glasses?"

Logan's hand flew up to the left side of his face, a reflex to adjust his frames built up from years of doing so, only to find they weren't there. "I uh..." he cleared his throat. "I took your advice."

"My - oh. Well... you look good," Roman said, a smile adorning his face and a blush appearing on his cheeks.

* * *

Rain against the trees.

Rain against the grass, rain against the leaves, rain against the treehouse.

"You have a treehouse?!" Roman exclaimed, staring in awe at the structure looming above them.

"Yes, it belongs to my little sister," Logan replied sheepishly.

"Will she mind if we go in it?" Roman asked excitedly, already a quarter way up the ladder and now peering down at Logan.

"I do not see why she would."

The pair quickly scrambled up into the treehouse. Complete with four walls and a roof, the enclosed area had been turned into a safe haven, with huge beanbags, blankets, and even fairy lights for night time visits.

"Ahhhh." Roman sighed as he collapsed on one of the beanbags. "This place is amazing! Come sit," he beckoned to Logan, who was still standing awkwardly in the center.

"Sure... yes, okay," he stammered, before sinking into the soft material.

"Wanna watch something?" Roman offered, pulling up Netflix on his phone. "How I Met Your Mother?"

"That sounds fine, yes."

As the opening monologue of the show started, Roman oh-so-casually placed his arm around his boyfriend, pulling him into his side and producing a squeak.