But Now We're Stressed Out

Knock knock, get the door, its depression

WE NEED TO GET SOME MORE THINGS STRAIGHT

YES, Corruption is Quinn's Dad in this story for those of you reading Don't Let Me Be Gone

AND, you guys have already come up with an Evan x Quinn ship name (lmao)
It's Quinvan

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*evil author laughter*

Patton POV
I am so excited! It's finally Saturday! That means Logan is coming over to hang out AND my parents are finally coming home from their week long trip!

Too bad the gloomy weather doesn't match my mood. I don't mind the rain some times, but today is too happy for rain.

I glanced over at the clock in my room. I still have about five minuets until Logan gets here. Logan said he will be here at precisely 5:00 pm. No earlier, no later.

I've been cleaning nonstop since I woke up around 11:30. It's almost five now. So I've been doing a lot of cleanings

I hope Logan likes spaghetti because that's what I'm planning on making. I know my parents really like that dinner.

Remy and Emile were over earlier to "help" me get ready. And by help I mean they were freaking out because they think that Logan and I are going to start dating.

But Remy did help me put together an outfit. Light blue jeans, a white t-shit, and a grey cardigan.

A knock at the front door shook me from my thoughts. Logan must be here! I jumped off my bed and raced down to the door.

I quickly fixed my hair before opening the door. Logan stood there, shivering and trying not to get wet from the rain.

"Hey Logie!" I said happily, motioning him inside.

"Salutations Patton," Logan mumbled, shrugging off his coat. "The weather has seem to have finally cooled down. Unfortunately, that's means rain."

"Not a fan of the rain then?" I asked.

"I don't mind it as long as I'm not out in it." He answered.

He looked very cute in his outfit. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and a black button up shirt. It was loose fitting on him, but the sleeves rolled up just past his forearms made him look handsome.

"When are you parents arriving?" Logan asked as we headed into the kitchen.

"Soon hopefully," I told him. "Wanna help me cook dinner?"

"It's 'do you want to' and I have no clue how to cook," Logan admitted. "Cooking is not my expertise."

"I can help teach you," I gasped.

"That is not necessary Patton," He told me with a small laugh.

"Pleaseeeeeeee," I begged, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," He grumbled.

"Yay!" I squealed, moving to gather the ingredients. "It's just spaghetti so this should be fairly easy."

"Patton I am not aware of how to do simple cooking such as boiling noodles," Logan told me. "I don't believe that I'd be much assistance in cooking spaghetti."

"You just wanna be lazy," I teased, setting a pot on the stove.

"I do not," He scoffed, rolling his eyes.