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The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 3

SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST-. Uh anyways, Logicality is my favorite ship and actually i love them in this. I hope you guys enjoy and if you do, please reblog this because it helps a lot more than a like would! <3 ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

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Chapter 03

Patton Morris wasn’t the easiest person to deal with. He, himself, knew that by heart. His parents weren’t always around, so he had a sense of independence that caused him to never want to let anybody else take control of his life. He pretended to be the dad to everyone where his own father failed. He hid his sadness behind the jokes and puns he made in class. Even if it disrupted the class, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, if he got in trouble, he could stay in the company of someone for a little longer and not have to go back to the empty, lonely building he called his home. Even if that someone was the supervisor for detention, Patton took what he could get. He used humor to deflect any negative emotions, hoping that maybe if he was cheerful all the time, someone would always like him. He had insecurities about not being able to have any powers, and knew that if he stopped being funny for one second, the bullies with super strength would find him and kill him.

However, sometimes the act was just too much for him. It felt like an off-day on the Monday he went back to school after his parents came home. Although he hated how his parents were never home, almost on the verge of abandoning him, he hated seeing them more. At least when they were gone, Patton could pretend like they were good parents.

It seemed clear to everyone that today was an off-day for Patton because as soon as he walked in, there was no cheerfulness. Even with the forced smiles that Patton gave to everyone, his classmates could tell that Patton wasn't as cheery as he normally was. At least it seemed clear to everyone but the valedictorian, Logan.

The two were always at odds with Logan always being the rule enforcer, and him always being the rule breaker. Being the class clown meant pranks in every hallway every week (that were only done to make someone smile), and being the valedictorian meant Logan had to help clean up everything and enforce the rules by sending him to detention.

Usually, Logan was good at reading his moods, even without him realizing it. When Patton wasn’t smiling as often as he normally did, Logan was a bit more lenient in letting him go a few minutes early from detention or only giving him a warning instead of a straight hour of detention. However, it was clear that Logan didn’t understand Patton’s signs of distress the entire day. If Patton even made one move out of place, Logan hit him with another hour of detention.

By fifth period, Patton had gotten 6 hours just from stepping into the classroom a second after the bell stopped ringing and tripping on a desk which caused a huge scene. It was known that Patton was clumsy or sometimes exactly on time--if not a few seconds late. Logan had gotten accustomed to the idea and normally gave him a warning or brushing it off as a class clown activity. Today though was different. Instead of him just giving a warning or brushing it off, Logan just scribbled another hour of detention down on a pass and gave it to Patton.

Now, Patton was sitting at the lunch tables alone, staring at the detention hours he had been given. It disheartened him to see the stack that he had gained just from being in a bad mood, although he could argue that Logan was also in a bad mood for assigning Patton with this many hours. At this point, Patton just wanted to go home, lock himself in his room, and sleep. Unfortunately, Logan decided to be difficult by refusing Patton from making up the detention hours during lunch (for some reason). Instead, Patton was forced to stay at school for another few hours, which made Patton's bad mood even worse.

To make things worse, it was only lunch time and Patton had forgotten to pack a lunch. He was starving, tired, and moody. Leaning down, he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the surroundings and his growling stomach. Maybe, he could get a few minutes of nap time before his last class and the few hours of detention he had to serve. However, it was clear someone else didn’t get the vibe as he heard someone sit down at the table with him, right across. He groaned internally, looking up to see Logan staring at him.

Great. Just the last person he wanted to see. This just wasn't helping his mood.

“Logan!” Patton forced a smile, "Are you here to give me another hour of detention or sleeping or-"

Logan pulled two boxes out of his backpack, one light blue and the other dark blue. He held the light blue box out for Patton, "This is for you."

Patton raised an eyebrow as he took the box, glancing at it suspiciously.

“I didn’t poison it.” Logan remarked as he pulled out his own lunch to eat. “You won’t die eating it. I made sure to grab the one without the shellfish.”

Patton opened it carefully, one flap after the other, until it was fully open, and he looked inside. There was food; to be more specific, it was a bento box with rice, and spam. Patton looked over to Logan's lunch to see that he had almost the same thing, just with everything from the food pyramid. The different types of foods were sectioned off with 30% rice, 25% cooked broccoli, 20% strawberries, 15% spam, and 10% chocolate chip cookies. Classic Logan.

“I wasn't sure what you liked, but this was all they had at the convenience store that looked remotely edible. I tried to see if there were any with vegetables and fruits to make sure you had a healthy meal, but I suppose it can't be helped with convenience store meals." Logan remarked, adjusting his glasses.

“Wh-what?”

“You’re the class clown, and almost like my class rival because I’m always going head and head against you. I don’t talk to anyone that isn’t you on a regular basis. To me, in some dark and twisted way, you’re like my best friend because I hang out with you because I have to. I clean up after your messes, and have to supervise you as if you’re some child when I know you're fully capable of taking care of yourself. Of course I’m going to notice when something’s wrong.” Logan remarked as he began to eat his food.

“Then why'd you give me so many detentions today?” Patton was still suspicious, but was too hungry to argue about refusing the food Logan had graciously set out in front of him.

"Your shoulders are sagging, your eyes are having difficulty staying open even now, you have yawned 173 times in the past two hours, your walking has slowed significantly, and you don't tilt your head when you smile--an indication that shows that your smiles are genuine. Your stomach has been growling, your skin is pale compared to before, and I don't even want to imagine the last time you drank water was. You clearly are not getting the essentials at home and need time to recover while at school. If I were to hand you detention hours, I would be able to look over your well-being by making sure you are well-rested, not going hungry, and getting the proper amounts of water intake."

Patton blinked at the boy in front of him. He hadn’t realized Logan even paid attention to him to that extent. "Wow, Logan, that's...really kind of you."

Logan scoffed, looking away in embarrassment, "You need to take care of yourself if you ever want to get anywhere in life. Don't try to pay me back, Morris, or I'll make you scrape the gum off of desks instead of resting.”

"Got it."

“How long do you need me to give you these hours?”

“Just today.” Patton didn't want to take up more of Logan's time than he already had taken up.

Logan seemed to know better as he finished his lunch, packing it up with a simple statement, "A week it is."

"Logan-" Patton began before Logan shook his head.

"It's been decided, Patton. I'll see you at detention. You must be at the classroom by the time stated on the slip.”

“I wouldn’t dare miss it.” Patton remarked, letting a smile break on his face. A smile he didn’t have to force.

-+=~=+-

Patton walked into the detention classroom to find Logan in the corner reading a book.

“You’re late.” Logan commented without looking up to check the time or to look at him, instead turning the page of his book and continuing with the reading.

“Oh come on, Logan. Cut me some slack please? The bell rang, and I have to get all the way across campus in a minute. It wasn't bound to happen.”

“I know. Report to me tomorrow to finish your hours, because I’m not staying past 5.” Logan sighed in defeat before pointing to the slip on the empty desk next to him. “I have a club to run at that time.”

“I have a question, Logan…why do you supervise detention? Shouldn’t it be the teachers’ job?”

Logan blinked, almost as if he assumed Patton knew, before it clicked in his head that he never told him, “I guess I assumed that everyone knew, but it didn’t occur to me that not everyone was in this city when my brother was in high school.”

“You have a brother?” Patton raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Logan’s eyes flickered to a saddened expression, but it was too quick for Patton to comment on it, because he blinked and his expression was back to robotic apathy as it normally was. “My mother’s the principal. She’ll ask me to help out from time to time, and since she doesn’t want to pay me, she just justifies it as duties of the valedictorian.”

“How did I not know all this?” Patton asked incredulously. “I feel like I’ve known you for so long.”

“Because I don’t talk to people about myself.” Logan remarked as he finished the chapter, bookmarking it and closing it. “You, on the other hand, Patton Morris, talk too much. 17 years old, blue eyes. Not the blue that comes from the deep ocean, or the blue that comes from an unpolluted sky, but the blue that comes from my denim jeans mixed with the blue that comes from the teal paint in the math wing. Brown hair that he refuses to let curl even though it damages his hair to straighten it every day. No siblings. Favorite color: light grey like the cardigan you always have, favorite animal: cats, favorite flower: alliums, favorite-“

“Alright, I get it. I’m a bad person for not knowing anything about you, when you know everything about me.” Patton chuckled, guilt crawling up his spine. He should've done more to learn about Logan, but he never persisted anytime Logan changed the subject.

“No, the difference is that you have friends. You talk really loudly, and your friends do too. I overhear things and I just can remember them. Perks of having a strong memory.” Logan adjusted his glasses once more. Patton found it oddly curious how Logan wore his glasses pressed up to his face while Patton was the complete opposite, wearing his glasses at the bottom of his nose that always threatened to fall off.

“Hm, I wish I had that.” Patton laughed, “Super memory would be really nice.”

“Sometimes.” Logan gave a small smile, clearly forced. Patton decided not to press onto it.

“So tell me more about you, Mr. Sanders.”

“Like what?” Logan asked, pulling out a pen to answer his analysis questions.

“Let’s start with simple stuff. Your favorites.”

“I suppose it’s only fair because I know yours. Food: the homemade spaghetti my brother used to make for me. Color: black. Flower: marigolds because of the hidden meaning. Animal: jellyfish for their simplicity and tranquility.”

“Your brother's spaghetti must be mouthwateringly good for you to say it's your favorite. I wasn't even sure that someone as stoic as you had many favorites."

"I appreciate a lot of things." Logan shrugged, "He stopped cooking it for me."

Patton could see the nostalgia and melancholy that glazed over Logan's eyes. He could relate, knowing how it felt to have unexplainable sadness that ached in the heart. Patton wondered what caused Logan to feel like that to the point where he had been so stoic to everyone, especially Patton.

“What? Why?”

“We got in a fight.” Logan murmured. “He moved away so we haven’t been able to reconcile.”

“For college?”

“…kinda.” Logan’s eyes darkened. He wasn't ready to talk about it, so Patton let it go, just like most of the questions he asked Logan with no answer. Maybe Logan's past was something that Logan himself wasn't too happy with.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

Logan stiffened before he turned towards the boy, avoiding the question, “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

Patton didn't want to feel like a burden, so he ended the conversation with a simple statement, "It's alright if you don't want to tell me, Logan, but it doesn't mean you should avoid it. If you do that, you'll forget everything that happened."

Logan put his pen down as he finished writing the last question. Standing up, his stuff still in the room, he walked towards the door.

Right, Logan had a club meeting to attend while Patton was resting.

Right before he left the room, his back still facing the doorway, he let Patton know, “Sometimes, it’s easier to forget my past and about myself than it is to accept what happened.”

With no other context, Patton was left with thousands of questions.

-+=~=+-

It was 6 in the evening when Logan came back into the room, holding two bento boxes.

Patton had taken the time alone to take a nap, but it was clear he was still jumpy because he heard the door creak open and immediately jumped up. He inhaled as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes, looking to see who it was.

“Your hair’s a mess.” Logan remarked.

Patton stretched, laughing, “Thanks.”

“Your voice is a lot deeper when you first wake up.” He spoke plainly as he plopped a bento box down on his desk, “My club meeting ran late. Apologies.”

“No, it’s okay.” Patton murmured, “You really didn’t have to get me food.”

“You’re going to be spending another hour here. I’m not letting you starve.” Logan replied, almost as if it was assumed that he would get dinner for the person who arguably annoyed his the most.

Patton laughed, thanking his before opening it up to see noodles. “Where do you get these?”

“I know a place.”

"No specifics?"

Logan didn’t bother to answer, the two of them eating in silence.

After some time though, Logan broke the silence, “Do you have powers?”

“Hm?” Patton asked, looking up before shaking his head, “I wish I did, but I’m pretty sure the magic is not working in my favor.”

“Sometimes, you don’t know you have it for a long time, and then when you figure out that other people can’t do the same thing, it becomes stronger.”

“Well…then maybe I’ll hold out a bit of hope.” Patton crossed his fingers as he finished the noodles, putting his fork away and throwing anything unnecessary in the trash.

Logan just smiled, doing the same with his finished dinner.

“You left your stuff here before you went to your club meeting.” Patton spoke up.

“Well, I was coming back, and I trusted you enough to watch over it, even if you were asleep.” Logan shrugged, “Besides, my homework was finished.”

“What club meeting was it?”

“Model UN.”

“I see. What country are you?”

“South Korea.” Logan murmured.

“What prompted that?”

“I found their country and their technological advances so fascinating. I've always been connected with technology in many ways and I love learning more about new things. This was a way I could connect with it.” Logan replied.

“You seem very open once people talk to you. Why don’t you let more people know about who you are? I think you’re interesting.”

“No one really cared to ask, so I didn’t ever tell anyone. Besides, when people start to know me, they ask me questions I’m not ready to answer yet.”

“Hm, I wish I could be more open like that. It takes me a lot longer to open up.” Patton snorted.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I think there’s a little more sincerity is being closed off than it is to be open, but not vulnerable.” Logan murmured, putting away his stuff.

“Are you going already?” Patton asked.

“Yeah. It’s already seven, and you deserve to get some sleep in a comfortable setting like your bed. I’ll see you tomorrow, Morris. Good night.” Logan replied.

Patton felt fear crawl up his spine as he realized that he enjoyed talking to Logan and would've rather he stayed there than walk back home. Still, he waved goodbye and gave a smile to the leaving boy.

"Good night, Logan!"

He couldn't extend the inevitable any longer. It was a few seconds after he left that Patton also packed up. There was a paper on his desk that he hadn't notice Logan placed until now. Picking it up, Patton read what was on the paper.

In Logan's crazy neat handwriting, there was a number--a phone number to be specific--and his name, with the words “Don’t call me unless it’s an emergency. I hope I don’t have to explain to you what an emergency is.”

Patton laughed as he pocketed the number, not paying attention to how big his smile became whenever Logan did something worth smiling about. ————– THEY'RE SO CUTE PLS I LOVE THEM GLASSES GAYS. I'm lowkey scared that Patton doesn't act like Patton in this, but I'm sure it's fine (for now). It might get a little hard later on, but it should still be fun to see how this plays out

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