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Being paired up for a project with the scariest student Patton had ever known was not how he had wanted this day to go. Yet here he was, having to find a way to not die while simultaneously making a business to earn money to donate to the arts. Charity and nonprofit organisations were some of his favourite things. But doing them with Logan Juno seemed terrifying.
While being assigned partners, Patton had begun writing down ideas-a bake sale, tutoring, and a kissing booth being his favourites. He doubted Logan would approve, though.
The scary classmate had already begun making his way over and setting down his belongings. He sat across from Patton, posture straight. He took the paper filled with Patton’s ideas and doodles. Patton squeaked in surprise, not expecting his paper to be taken so suddenly. He shrunk in on himself seeing Logan eye the doodles of hearts and flowers in the margins.
His classmate took a black Sharpie from the inner pocket of his leather jacket and circled “kissing booth” silently. He slid the paper back to Patton and rested his head on his fist, watching the soft boy blankly. Patton was nothing less than terrified under his sharp gaze.
He took his gel pens from his bag and started jotting down ideas and designs for the kissing booth. He assumed that was why Logan had circled it.
The darkly dressed teen reached forward and gently cupped Patton’s chin, tilting his head up. He leaned in and curiously inspected the stars Patton had drawn over his freckles. Patton shut his eyes tight and bit his lip to keep from making a sound.
Logan’s eyes widened slightly when he realised what he was doing. He dropped his hand and resumed his previous position. Patton lowered his head and brought his focus back to the paper, ignoring his blush.
Patton handed the paper to Logan, cheeks darkening when he saw Logan staring. He cleared his throat.
“Is, um, is th-thi-this is this o-o-ok-okay?” he whispered, clearly ashamed of the stuttering. Logan skimmed through what was written and nodded approvingly. He opened his mouth to comment before Patton cut him off.
“Sin-sinc-since the bell-the bell is, um, go-gonna g-gonna ring, he-here is m-here is my nu-number and w-we can me-meet- we can meet up aft-after sch-scho-school.” He passed Logan a small slip of paper, looking to the side when their fingers brushed.
Logan inputted the number into his cell and stood up. Patton put all of his items back into his bag and stood as well. He was a good foot shorter than Logan.
He smiled politely and Logan tried his best to return it. It appeared as if he were baring his teeth, but Patton understood nonetheless. Patton’s smile grew a bit more real, no longer feeling terrified under Logan’s presence. The tall boy was still intimidating, but it seemed to Patton that he was simply awkward with people.
The bell rang and Logan left without saying a word. Patton scurried after him. He called out a goodbye after him and ran off in the opposite direction.
Their classmates learned that day that Logan was softer than he appeared. He wasn’t smiling, but his walk was no longer stiff and his eyes were bright with joy.