The Only Exception | Analogical

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A/N: Okay, so, sorry if this is a little late, but thank you guys so much for 200 reads! You're all the best! Have some Analogical sweetness as a thanks!

Logan's P.O.V.

"I'm not okay," I whispered. I couldn't make myself look at Virgil, not wanting him to see my feelings coming through my usual emotionless mask, or the tears rolling down my cheeks. I felt his hand find my shoulder, and heard him sigh.

"After school, let's go do something. Your choice," he started, kneeling in front of me. I could see his hand flick a bit, as if he was debating on whether he should do something or not. "We can talk about it if you want. Okay?"

I nodded, smiling weakly down at him through my tears. With that, he stood again, turned on his heel, and left the library.

Patton's P.O.V.

I sat alone in the cafeteria, absently picking at a blueberry muffin. I didn't have to look up when I saw the blur of purple sit next to me. I smiled and looked over at my friend. His face had a tiny smile across it, and his freshly painted nails were shining in the lights of the cafeteria.

"Hey, Pat," he said, a light airiness to his usually dark, sad voice. I couldn't help but smile at his happiness. Virgil, my best friend in the whole world, finally looked happy. Because of that, I felt happy too.

Until she came in.

And Roman was right by her side.

Virgil's P.O.V.

I noticed Patton stiffen a bit as the doors opened, and I didn't have to look to see that it was Roman. There was a certain air that always followed my brother. An air that made everyone else shut up, whether they were dazzled by his appearance or simply choking on his expensive cologne.

On Roman's arm, though, was the legend herself: Heather Mack. A mythic bitch, head cheerleader, and an uncomfortably rich little princess.

That's who Roman's hopping in bed with? My inner voice muttered, immediately causing me to gag a little.

Heather turned her head toward where Patton and I were sitting, and her pretty little face changed a bit. She turned and whispered something to Roman, and I watched Roman's face change to what I could only describe as one of disgust.

Excuse me? What the fuck? My voice grew louder. I simply tried to ignore it and left the cafeteria, dragging Patton behind me.

Logan's P.O.V.

After classes had ended that day, I had driven back home to get ready to go to the museum with Virgil. My mother was still at work, so I simply left her a note explaining where I would be if she happened to get home before me. I then put on a long-sleeved black shirt, a striped blue tie, and a pair of jeans, as to not make Virgil feel underdressed. I then neatly combed my hair to the right and fixed my glasses.

With one final look in the mirror, I grabbed my car key and left to pick Virgil up.

Virgil's P.O.V.

I sighed as I looked in Roman's large, floor-length mirror. He had tried to help me prepare my outfit, but he seemed more interested in making me look like "a snacc". Eventually, he just sat on his bed and talked to me as I got ready. It was mostly small talk, but he did begin to tease me when he noticed I was wearing one of my black v-necks, on the front was a quote reading "I'm in charge of my own fate" in white lettering. Around my waist, I wore my favorite black and purple flannel around my waist, my nicest pair of black jeans, and my usual converse. My wrists had several bracelets to cover any unsightly markings. My makeup was done less heavy and more "sophisticated" as Roman put it, from a shade of foundation that didn't make me look like a fucking ghost to less intense eye makeup, and even a touch of some shimmery lip gloss Roman had lying about. My hair was still in its slightly messy state, but I brushed my bangs so they weren't covering the majority of my forehead.

Roman opened his mouth to say something, but he words seemed to fail, and he instead pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm proud you're stepping out of your comfort zone and making a friend."

"Me, too, Roman."

Logan's P.O.V.

I pulled into Virgil's driveway, pulling out my phone to let him know I was waiting outside, but before I could get the message typed out, I saw him closing the door of his house and walking to the car. I couldn't help but notice how nice he looked when he cleaned himself up.

"Hey, Lo," Virgil began as he slid into the passenger seat. I gave him a nod, looking in my mirrors to make sure I wouldn't hit something as I backed out.

"So, Logan, are you ready to talk about why you're not okay?" I gulped, but nodded. I'd rather get this over with on the drive to the museum instead of in the museum.

So I told him everything. By the end, I had tears threatening to roll down my face again, and there was a crushing weight on my chest. That weight was lifted when Virgil's hand fell on top of mine and he gave it a quick reassuring squeeze.

"I promise, Logan, it's not your fault or your mom's. He's gone for now, and you're safe." I nodded. For someone as troubled as Virgil seemed, he always had the answers for other people.

"Thank you, Virgil. You're a good friend."

"No problem. Now how about we go inside?"

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We ended up staying in the museum until nightfall, and when we left, the only light we had to guide us to my car was the pale moonlight. When we got in the car, I saw Virgil's smile, illuminated a bit by the moon shining on his lip gloss.

Well, he is rather aesthetically pleasing. I thought, catching myself off guard. No, no, Logan... finding him attractive isn't the same as romantic feelings.

"Hey, Logan?" His voice cut me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, Virgil?"

"Patton told me you don't think love exists. Is it okay if I ask why?"

I nodded, trying to form my thoughts.

"Well, Virgil, I believe love is preposterous because... because if love existed, my mother wouldn't be hurting all the time. My father wouldn't hate us. I would feel something for someone."

Virgil was silent for a long moment, but the words he said weren't the ones I was expecting.

"For someone that looks at everything logically, you don't seem to be using your brain here. You know as well as I do that Patton's in pain because of love, and I honestly don't think you really believe that love isn't real. Maybe you just haven't found someone that makes your heart flutter, makes your stomach feel this weird twisting feeling when you're around them, or seeing them smile improves your mood."

I shook my head, but deep down, I knew two things. First being that he was right.

Second being that he could make me feel that way.

A/N: Sorry for the slow, inconsistent updates, everyone! I'm moving into my dorm next week, so it's just kinda crazy. As usual, feel free to leave me some suggestions or feedback, and remember to love yourselves! - J