Spindle Wood (COMPLETED)

Chapter 50

"Okay, just one more thing-" Pat was cut off by Logan's laugh. There had been several 'one more thing's in the last half an hour they'd been talking.

"I'm serious this time!" Logan nodded and swallowed down his laughter. "Are you sure you're okay waiting? I'm asking you to wait for me and live in a household that you don't really like for 3 more years. I don't know, I just... are you okay with that?"

Logan laughed again, the sound quieter and fonder. He took Pat's hand and traced a small pattern on his palm.

"Pat, for you, I'd wait 100 years." He pressed a small kiss to Pat's hand.

The dry spell broke as Pat was walking home. He heard the rain before he felt it and he laughed as it soaked his hair and ran down his glasses.

He didn't care. He didn't care about being soaked through to the skin. He didn't care at all because there was nothing to care about. Everything was going right. Everything.

"Dear God, you're soaked." Papa said as he came through the door. "Are you okay?"

Pat nodded, grinning. "Yup." He pulled off his shoes and wiped his glasses. "I'm gonna go get some dry clothes."

"Okay." Papa looked back at his book. Pat hummed to himself as he skipped up the stairs.

Once in his room, he pulled Logan's letter out of his pocket. It had gotten wet on the walk home but the writing was still legible.

Pat grabbed a box and placed the letter carefully in it. He closed the box and hid it under his bed.

Was there really a reason he was hiding things from his family? He'd never hid anything before. But... he'd never really had a reason to hide something before, he supposed.

It was doubtful that Papa was going to get angry. Even less likely that Dada was. They just weren't angry people. And Uncle Remus already knew. Well, kind of.

But hiding this somehow made it his. Hiding the fact that he and Logan were... Pat didn't really know what to call it. Dating, he supposed. Anyway, hiding that made it feel even more special, somehow. Sort of rebellious.

Pat had never been rebellious before, either. It was exciting.

He hummed to himself again, pulling a dry shirt and a dry pair of trousers out of his wardrobe. He ran a hand through his hair and closed the door.

Pat spun himself around the room. Maybe he could dance with Logan more. Properly, like how Dada described it in books. With turns and dips and maybe even kisses-

Even the thought of it made him blush.

Logan kissing him. On the lips. God, he couldn't imagine it. That would be... that would...

Pat had to sit down, hiding his flushed face in his hands. This was not good.

Maybe it was? Logan liked him back so what's the worst that could happen with him blushing over Logan.

Pat shook his head and changed into his dry clothes quickly. If he didn't, he'd sit in his wet clothes until they dried naturally.

God, he was a mess.

Pat glanced at himself in the mirror and brushed his curls away from his forehead. He rubbed the back of his hand, still feeling the ghost of Logan's kiss. He smiled to himself,  more pink rushing to his face.

There was too much to think about. Pat couldn't even being to wonder about distracting himself somehow because he just simply didn't want to.

He knew he'd probably stayed out too late. He knew that if this was ever found out by Logan's family, he'd probably never see Logan again. He knew that if Uncle Remus found out, he'd probably have a heart attack.

But right now, all he could think about was how he and Logan were together and it felt like all his dreams had come true.

Bit of a shorter chapter and not much going on but, hey, at least I updated
Bye,
Blaize