Thomas Sanders Sides OneShots 4

Friends - Logan x Patton

"Yeah! Sorry for barging in like that" he apologised, leaning on the bed frame. "It's quite alright, you had a nasty fall, want me to call in a nurse?" Patton shook his head, reassuring her he was completely okay, besides he wouldn't want to be a bother.

"What's your name?"

"Patton!" He replied cheerily, sitting on the seat she gestured to. "Such a lovely name..." she commented with a faint smile, eyes drifting to the window that she was able to lay next to, luckily the sun didn't shine in, so she wouldn't ever be blinded by the bright light of the burning star.

"I should think my husband will be here soon" she turned to Patton once more, "he said he'll only be a moment" she added, explaining a little further. "Oh! Want me to wait till he comes back? I can keep you company" Patton offered, and after she agreed they fell into a happy conversation about their favourite flowers.

Time passed, and before Patton knew it he was sitting opposite the woman he still didn't know the name of, playing games of chess he always seemed to lose, but he didn't mind, seeing the glee on her face each time was enough for him.

Patton looked over to the door after he heard it open, expecting to see the woman's husband that had been mentioned quite a few times, but felt shock course through him when his eyes met with the new student's.

"Logan" he breathed, quickly sliding out of the bed, suddenly feeling very out of place. The boy, who was still wearing the blue tie he adorns in school, looked Patton up and down with a blank expression, body more tense than it usually was.

"Oh, Doctor?" The woman smiled at Logan who breathed in deeply, placing a book down on a table, turning to Patton sharply. "Get out" he ordered icily, and Patton was about to do so when the woman drew in a sharp gasp, glaring at Logan who licked his lips and avoided her gaze.

"Do not speak to my dear Patton like that!"

"Mother, please" he begged quietly, turning to the woman that didn't stare at him like he was her son. It took him a moment, but when he realised what was happening, Patton covered his hand with his mouth and took a step back, feeling his heart being crushed.

"Just wait till my husband comes back" she crossed her arms, turning her head from Logan who ducked his own head down, rubbing his eyes after removing his glasses. Patton didn't know what to do, should he just leave? Would that cause more problems? Or...should he try and comfort him?

"Logan, I'm sorry" the cardigan-loving boy murmured gently, moving slowly across the room until he was close enough to Logan to touch him, but he didn't in fear he would make the situation worse. Logan stood up straight, staring at Patton with narrowed, cold eyes. Most people would see just that, anger, but not Patton; he saw past that, and could almost feel the pain that swarmed around in those beautiful night-sky coloured eyes.

Patton went to say more, but then felt like he could do better if he made the woman happy again. So, sending Logan a gentle smile, he sat himself back up on the bed and placed a hand on the woman's wrinkly one. She looked over and smiled right back at the boy who had fallen into the room an entire hour ago. "It's lovely to meet your son, ma'am" his voice was caring, proving that Logan's behaviour hadn't affected him in a bad way, unlike anyone else that had ever tried to communicate with the tie-collecting boy.

"Son? Oh...oh no, I don't have a son, you must be mistaken, me and my husband have a beautiful daughter" she explained, making Patton draw his eyebrows together in confusion, and stare at Logan who had taken a seat with his head titled towards the ground. Not a moment later, Patton turned back to the woman and carried on wearing his reassuring smile.

"What's she like?"

The mere question made the old woman go into a very long and enthusiastic talk about her daughter, about her achievements, her friends, everything she had done in life to get where she was today, with a husband, and a son. Although, not a moment too soon and the woman's daughter wasn't an adult anymore, and she has returned back to a child, living in the house with the woman and her husband that still hasn't arrived yet.