A/n: I'm out of school for today because i'm sick with strep throat and a cold and I was like, "oh, wait don't I have a story on Wattpad to write?"

Every-time I sneeze it feels like i've dislocated my jaw.

So yay new chapter! :>

I literally was talking about how I was gonna get better at posting more in the last chapter and then half a month later there's nothing, I-

Andrew glared at the floor of his prison cell. He was infuriated. He was outraged.

He was practically fuming radioactive gases from his ears.

"What did I do to deserve this?!" He screamed at nothing in particular. The only response he received was the echo of his voice that bounced off of the cold metal walls.

He got up and in a fit of rage, with all of his strength, punched said wall. He pretended it was Lucia. He pretended he was hurting her.

He barely made a dent. He was sure that he'd broken his knuckles, though.

But he didn't care. He didn't care for anything anymore.

Not that he ever did.

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"Is it true that you murdered these people?" Carl asked Andrew, showing him pictures of the lives Andrew took from people.

Paul stood behind Carl, taking notes of every word said. He didn't see why questioning was necessary. Of course Andrew killed those people, he was a deranged psychopath with a long history of violence.

Not to mention all of the evidence.

He rolled his eyes indignantly at the question, "no, I invited a bunch of random strangers into my basement for a bloody mother freaking tea party" Andrew snapped, giving the cop a look filthier than the murders on his hands.

Carl frowned, "This is serious" he began to explain, "your entire life is going to go to waste in this here prison if you don't turn your attitude around right this second!"

"He'll rot away in this cell either way." Paul interrupted, growling. "The damage is done. The evidence is there. He murdered several people, abused his family, and killed several of his and other peoples unborn children without the consent of the mothers or parents!" Paul yelled in a fit of rage. He couldn't stand when people hurt children- or anybody for that matter, with no good reason to.

"He's a killer and a rapist! Wanna see Lucia's latest report about her daughter, Emily?! I bet Emily wasn't the first or last, I bet he's done that to many people" Paul spat.

"Paul, calm down and write your notes" Carl said, trying to be professional even though he completely agreed with Paul.

"Now, let's address your bleeding hand, hmm? How'd that happen?" Carl asked.

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Patton ran into his house with a loud sob. He ran up the stairs, his parents sharing confused glances, which were filled with concern.

Patton payed his parents no mind as he ran up the stairs into his brother's room, and launched himself towards Emile.

"I'm a bad person!" He screeched, "I am an unholy demon who deserves to be burned at the stake!" Patton covered his face and cried loudly.

"What happened?!" Emile asked, completely shocked, hugging Patton.

He came out of nowhere.

"M-m-me and Lo-lo were hanging out and-and then we did something bad!" Patton sobbed.

"Lolo? Awee that's so cuteee!" Emile sing-songed.

Patton giggled a little, "I know."

Emile picked up the seriousness of the situation though, and asked Patton, "what did you two do?"

Patton's smile immediately dropped.
"W-we-we....we kissed!" He sobbed harder.

Emile had a blank expression on his face, "you kiss all the time" he sighed.

"We kissed with TONGUE!!" Patton clarified, chin wobbling.

"Ohhhh! ...wait, you've never kissed with tongue before?!" Emile asked.

"No, we haven't until now" Patton sniffed.

"Patton, why's this such a big deal?" Emile questioned with worry.

"Because we aren't married!" Patton frowned.

"Why does that matter?" Emile asked Patton.

"Grandma says that you shouldn't do that type of stuff until you're married, or else you're bad because you don't know if you wanna stay with them forever until you're married and you want your first kiss to be special" Patton broke down in tears again.

"I don't want grandma to be disappointed in me" he sniffed.

"Patton, even after you're married you can get a divorce. Plus i'm pretty sure grandma kissed before marriage too." Emile chuckled, "she was pregnant with mom before she was even engaged!"

"...What's being pregnant have to do with anything?" He asked, looking up with big innocent eyes that Emile didn't have the heart to corrupt.

"Absolutely nothing!" He rushed out, changing the subject.

"Any who...was that moment special?" Emile asked.

"What?"

"Your kiss with Logan. Was it a special experience for you?" Emile asked.

Patton's eyes softened as he wiped his tears away with a lovestruck look on his face. It was almost...magical" he smiled.

——le gasp! Could it be?! A flashback?!—-

Patton sat next to Logan on his roof, looking up at the sunset, and the tiny bright dots that were beginning to brighten the sky as the darkness consumed it.

Patton's hand was intertwined with Logan's, it was a peaceful, relaxed moment as fireflies flew around them, illuminating their faces with a soft, amber glow.

They watched the orange sunset as more stars appeared throughout the night sky.

All was quiet, all was peaceful.

The air that surrounded them was filled with tenderness and love, they looked at each other and expressed that tender adoration for each other with a kiss.

But that kiss grew more and more passionate as the seconds passed. The gentle flicker of the fireflies lights in tune with the beats of their slow, loving hearts.

Logan slipped his tongue inside of Patton's mouth. Patton's heart beat sped up.

Still, however, he kissed back, and they met tongues. They parted slowly, a string of saliva connecting them, their faces red as the finest apple in the tree.

They held hands for moments longer, sitting in silence, enjoying each other's company.

Enjoying each other's love.

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Patton sighed dreamily as he told the details of his story.

"Awe" Rose whispered as her son finished, standing just outside the door.

They didn't hear that though.

"That was so romantic" Emile smiled.

Patton smiled, "yeah..I didn't start panicking though, until we got off the roof. That's when the reality hit me like a sack of bricks!"

"I told Logan that it was 'past my bedtime' then I gave him a kiss goodbye on the cheek and ran all the way home crying" Patton explained.

"Patton ten years from now you and Logan will be laughing with your kids
at this story, it's really not that big of a deal that you couldn't handle the heat" Emile said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Patton blushed, "Emile!" He groaned.

"What? I'm just trying to make this story as interesting as possible when you tell it to your kids" he smirked.

"Virgil's gonna get a kick outta this one, babes" Remy said, already texting.

"WHEN DID YOU GET HERE??" Emile asked in shock, falling off of his bed.

"Crawled in through the window"

"WHEN-HOW...WHY?!?"

"You never lock your windows for some reason" Remy shrugged, sending Virgil a string of messages.

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"Patton's so adorable" Virgil rolled his eyes after receiving 1000 text messages from Remy, not understanding why he didn't just all send it in one go.

"You're just now realizing this?" Janus asked.

"He's not cuter than me though, right?" Remus asked, his thumb up his nose.

"Nobody's cuter than you" Virgil smiled softly, chuckling.

A/n: I tried to write this better than I usually would because I didn't wanna just leave for weeks and then post a crappy 500 word long chapter.

We've got a little over 1300 words in this one though! :D