Sander Sides One-Shots // Logicality and Prinxiety

Opposites Attract | Logicality

AN- Other Title: Aaron Burr. You'll see. This is long burrn, by the way.

Roman was a hopeless romantic. But not always for himself. He was actually really into helping other people find loved ones. His most recent venture is his best friend, Patton Foster. Patton was a homosexual, 17-year-old, male in his Junior year, who was really cheery and happy. He was the lead cheerleader despite being the only male. He was the Junior vice president. But he was single. He didn't hate it, it was fine. He was perfectly happy the way it was. 

"Patton, come on, just let me do this for you," Roman begged. They were at Patton's house. "Please! I know someone who would be so great for each other! He's so much like you! His name is Aaron, he's in the marching band, he plays in percussion, he loves dad jokes and wants to be a father. He's really supportive and cuddly! Please, Patton!" Roman continued. Patton didn't want to be rude, he just wanted to be by himself right now. 

"Fine, I'll go out with him. Once for now, at least." Patton said. "When?" Patton asked, faking his signature smile.

"This Thursday. After school at his house. 397 Stokes Road." Roman said with a giant smile on his face. Patton's fake smile was made real. He liked making his friends happy. Nothing made them happier.

Patton arrived at the light blue house and nervously walked up to knock on the black door. A guy with heterochromatic eyes and dark brown hair answered the door, book in his hand that read "A Study In Scarlette"

"Salutations. How may I help you?" He asked. Patton swallowed nervously and suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.

"I..." He giggled for a second before covering his mouth and clearing his throat. "I..." The guy raised one of his eyebrows. 

"What of you?" He asked. Patton's knees fell weak, but he stayed standing. 

"I'm here to see--"

"Patton!" A guy, with blue eyes and black hair, said from behind the guy with brown hair. "You made it! Come on. Logan, move you nerdy weirdo." He said. 

"You lack the demand to insult me as you ask me to move." The guy, Logan, said as he walked to the dining room and sat at the table, still having Patton's attention. The way he looked took his breath away, the way he spoke made him weak.

"Sorry, that was my super annoying little brother." He looked towards him for a quick second before looking back. "He's actually older than me, and my twin, but don't tell him that." He whispered. 

"I already know, Aaron! Our parents coddle you, not me!" He yelled from the dining room. 

"They do not!"

"They do! While I am an intellectual you are a disappointment!" He yelled again. Patton breathed out a laugh that he didn't mean.

"Patton, let's go to my room. Where Logan won't be." Aaron said, taking Patton's wrist and dragging Patton up the stairs.

"Oh, I guess I'm going this way now. Bye Logan!" Patton waved happily to Logan who waved back a little. Patton blushed a little bit as Logan's brother dragged him up the stairs.

"So, what do you want to do?" Aaron asked, sitting on his bed. Patton looked around the bedroom. 

There was a dark blue bunk bed, the bottom half peppered in hearts and the bed slightly undone and the top being perfectly clean and the bed was perfectly done. There were two desks too. One was dark wood with a black swivel chair. It had textbooks stacked on a keyboard drawer and a laptop on the main part, a pencil cup filled with fountain pens and mechanical pencils, and a few books between two book stoppers. Above it was a matching shelf with four large trophies on it. The other was a black pained wood desk that had drawings askew and colourful paint splatters on it. It had a light blue yoga ball to sit at. The closet door had a pride flag hanging from the top.