Clyde Logan Imagines

Finally Home

Warnings:  None! Complete fluff with our favorite boy, Clyde Logan. :)

A/N:  Post events of Logan Lucky.

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There is a massive lump in Clyde Logan's throat.  Clyde isn't really the most talkative of people.  Anyone who really knows Clyde Logan knows this, but in this moment, Clyde is positively speechless.  He takes a moment and shakes his head, thinking he heard Jimmy wrong.  The smell of burnt bacon wafts through the air as Jimmy uses a pair of tongs to flip the bacon behind the stove, letting the grease splash a bit as he looks over at his brother. 

"What did you jus' say?" he mumbles. 

"I said y/n's gonna be in town in a few days," Jimmy replies calmly, not knowing how Clyde is going to react.  "I'm gonna be busy with work so I can't be around much to entertain her."

"Is this why you offered to come make me breakfast?" Clyde asks.  "To come and tell me this?"

"Partially," Jimmy replies, coming over and setting a large plate of bacon next to Clyde's pancakes.  "I thought you might be up for spendin' a little time with her.  You two always were together."

"That was until seventh grade.  We haven't seen her since her parents moved her away," Clyde mumbles.  "How am I of all people supposed to entertain her when I barely know anything about her anymore?"

"Come on, Clyde.  You can do this.  You two were best friends. If you give it a chance, you both might hit it off again.  I ain't never seen a friendship stronger than the one you had with y/n," Jimmy sighs, folding his arms in front of his chest.  "You know what?  Just give it a try.  She might be a bit different, but the same y/n's still inside her.  You might have some fun, too.  You remember how she always made everything more fun for you?"

"Jimmy I don't know about this.  She hasn't seen me in years.  She doesn't know about-"

"She won't judge you for your hand, Clyde.  Y/n's not that type of gal."

Jimmy gets up and walks towards the couch to grab his coat.  He looks at his brother who's sulking in his seat.  Sighing, Jimmy goes to the door. 

"I'll tell her to meet you at the carnival Tuesday afternoon.  It shouldn't be too busy and you should be able to go on some rides and play a few games without havin' to be around too many people," Jimmy calls as he shuts the door.  As he sits alone, Clyde feels his palm get sweaty.  He knows that y/n wouldn't say anything bad about his hand, but he can't help but feel ashamed.  It's been years and so much has happened; there's been him in the army, him losing his hand, and the motor speedway heist.  He'd be barely recognizable to her.  He was the lonely little boy on the playground living in his older, more popular brother's shadow now he's the bartender at a run-down little shack off a highway with a criminal record who served ninety days in order to commit a crime that could land him behind bars forever. How can he even face her after not even sending her a letter after all this time?  They were best friends, after all, but maybe Clyde wanted a bit more than that.

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Clyde swallows hard.  His throat is dry.  He's nervous and his stomach feels as if the acid is going to burn through his body.  That morning, he got up early and ripped apart his entire closet trying to find something to wear to his date with y/n.

"Clyde, don't be stupid.  This ain't a date.  I haven't seen her in years," he mumbles to himself as he throws all the shirts he owns on his bed, trying to find one remotely suitable.  He becomes frustrated with himself, unable to find something nice to wear in the midst of his Bob Serger t-shirts and his grubby bartending attire.  "Now why didn't I let Mellie buy me new shirts those few weeks ago?"