Always Chasing Stars

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  Whaaat?! You still here boo boo bears??!! Interesting. Idk what this chapter is gonna be about either. Lmao.
  *Coughs in unprofessional*
  Anyways...the show must go ON!!!
      *Slams door in Author*

TW: sadness, sad, tears of depresso

Patton's POV

  My head snapped up from my pillow. It was my little blue dog pillow; the one Logan had gotten me when we went on our second date.  The thought of Logan trailed my thoughts to his bed sheets, the ones of which I was lying on. I was in his room but have no memory as to why I was in here.

  This was my normal safe haven since Logan and I started dating. His room was awfully cold for some reason, bringing to my attention that I was under his favorite blanket. I smiled and got up, rushing to the door to make haste to get out of the cold temperature.

  I turned out to the hallway to hear that someone was downstairs watching TV. I was curious so I proceeded to the top of the stairs. I bent over to a position so I could look at the TV. Someone was watching The Darkest Minds. I know who really likes that movie, and continued down the stairs to see who I expected.

  On the couch in a bundle of grey, red, and white blankets was Roman with a tear stained face. The switch in my head for dad mode kicked in and I cleared my throat. As if just noticing me, Roman jumped up and receeded under the blankets. I walked to the couch and sat next to him.

  "Now now, Roman. Are you alright?" I was using my dad voice. I earned a small sob from Roman. I sighed and looked at what part of the movie he was on. I almost cried as well. It towards the end of the movie; during the scene in which Ruby was kissing her boyfriend (I never remember his name), her crying as she disappeared from his memories. She disappeared into nothing like shredded paper. It was one of the movies I've cried about the most.

  I began to tear up and quickly looked away from the TV before I began sobbing myself. I began running circles on Roman's back and tried to pull some of the blankets off of him. He resisted but eventually came out on his own. I smiled at him and poked his shoulder.

  "Come on Roman? You wanna talk about it?" I was still using my dad voice. He only shrugged. But then jumped up and began pulling me towards the basement door. I was shocked by the fact that he had moved so quickly and stumbled forward. My legs not having time to respond; I was, quite suddenly, on the floor.

  Roman turned around quickly and ended up carrying me down to the basement and setting me on one of the spare couches.

  "I need to talk to you about your dark, emo, ......... beautiful..... SON!" He seemed very content now that he wasn't sobbing. I was very thrown off my the fact that he called Virgil beautiful, seeing how he normally calls Virgil names like "Sir Grumps A 'Lot" or "Hot Topic". I couldn't help but squeal.

  "AH HA! SO YOU ADMIT IT!" I had jumped up from the couch and was now aggressively pointing at Roman with my left hand, while my right hand was covering my mouth. He started laughing as soon as I started hopping on my tippy toes.

  "Yes. I must admit, I was shocked that I felt this way." He began removing the blankets. The last blanket had been removed to reveal a very large red hand print on his face. Followed by a variety of little red patches of irritated skin along his neck. I gasped and ran over to him, my hospital-dad instincts kicking in. I began questioning him very aggressively.

  "Where did you get those little red spots!" I was ravaging his face and neck to look at all of them. "And who slapped you? I am ready to give them a Stern talking to. Who was it?" I finished a little bit upset and out of breath. He looked down at his feet and slumped to the floor. I quickly followed him.