The new boy pt 2 (logicality)

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Patton's P.O.V
It felt awful. The sadness the guilt and the anger. Not at Logan but that Roman boy. He was the one who told me that Logan had spent the whole of history staring at me. But the misery was crushing so I had no time to lash out in anger only cry and cry and cry. I lost track of time, I felt empty, hollow like I was barley alive but of course I was otherwise I wouldn't have to feel this way. I spent ages at home not even bothering to attempt a small smile.
Logan's P.O.V
After Patton had left Roman rushed in looking as though he had only seen me for the first time. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU JUST SCREWED IT UP, I SET YOU TWO UP BUT IF COURSE YOU FUCKED UP, WHY AM I EVEN FRIENDS WITH YOU" he screamed. I heard him go upstairs to my room to grab his bag and he entered the kitchen. He walked up to me as I stood frozen in shock, and then he punched me in the face making me reel backwards now holding a bleeding nose. "You deserve that" he sneered. For the second time that day I heard the front door slam. Finally dropping my emotionless act, I fell crying to the floor. But of course I had to move for school it's the only thing Ik good at so I need sleep for tomorrow. Dragging my feet upstairs felt like way too much effort for when I was in a mood like this. Finally I reached the top of the stairs glad for a change that my parents are rarely home and entered my room. I just payed there feeling empty and hate at myself. I was the one who screamed at Patton that caused Roman to yell at me, and it's all just my fault. But there was only one solution...






Forget about him.
I had to, it wouldn't work if I tried saying sorry I screamed at him and I should feel like this. But I should not let my emotions run riot, no I was going to conceal them and make sure I never let them get in the way again. But my mind had other ideas. My dreams where filled with Patton, but we were happy and I groaned as my alarm went off drawing me back to reality which I must admit is harsh.
Romans P.O.V
Ugh I hate school. I hate to say this but I already miss nerdy wolverine. I felt really bad for screaming at him but I also felt bad for Patton. I cannot begin to imagine how he's feeling. But I don't care. I'm not looking fabulous, no fancy hair, no extravagant outfit and no makeup. I dragged my feet up the pavement to the hell hole most likely looking like a wreck. But it was nothing compared to Logan. You wouldn't notice at a first glance but I had known him so long I could tell he felt awful. His hair wasn't slicked back, he had huge half heartedly covered up bags under his eyes, his posture was slumped and he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. And I thought I was a wreck. But no matter how hard I searched I could not see Patton.
{time skip to after school coz I'm a lazy bitch}
Logan's P.O.V
There was only one thing to do. Since ignoring everything wouldn't work I had to try and talk to him. I walked along the streets of our estate, searching for the house he described when we watched a movie. I unfortunately saw it to my left, as I dragged my hand to the knocker. U thought I saw a face appear in between a gap in the drawn curtains but then it was gone and I thought I imagined it.
Knock. Silence
Knock. Silence
I gave up a practical approach and brought up all my daring. And put my feet on the windowsill, hauling myself upwards. Grateful that this was only a two story house as my hands where already scratched and bleeding from the uneven bricks. I jumped and flailed my hands in the air finally catching onto the windowsill and summoning the last of my strength pulling myself up. And I saw Patton lying on his bed shaking with sobs. I bang hard on the window catching his attention as he walks over anger clear on his face. But when he opens it he just sobs and stammers out "L-Logan-n"
I don't know what made me do it but I launched myself through the window and brought him into a bone crushing hug. "I love you but I didn't know how to express it" I say, surprised to find tears of my own falling down my face, but I knew everything was going to be ok.
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