Author: yeetus159
Word count: 1931
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TW: mentions police and being arrested

Logan opened his car door for me. "Thanks, hot du-um, r-regular, average, witch dude." I stammered as I climbed into the passenger seat of his small, beat-up gray Honda. I saw him raise an eyebrow and give me a scrutinizing look, but he didn't say anything, just climbed into the driver's seat and started up the car. I sighed softly in relief and turned the leather book over in my hands, rubbing its spine and feeling the aging leather used to bind the pages together.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Logan press a button, and music started flooding the car. I snorted when I heard the first couple notes.

"You seriously listen to Bach while driving? You're such a nerd."

"Well if I'm a nerd, then you are one too. How else would you know that this music is Bach and not just classical?" My eyes widened and I suddenly realized my mistake.

"Wait no no I-" That was when I noticed the small smirk tugging the corners of his beautiful, pink lips up-wait, what did I just say? Damn it, I was going to have to see if there was a love-suppressing spell in the book later. I punched him in the arm lightly and turned away, crossing my arms and sinking into my hoodie a bit more. I was thankful that Patton had bought it a couple sizes too big, because that made it all the more comfortable. Logan cleared his throat slightly and I was startled from my thoughts. I glanced over to him, only to see him gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter than necessary. His face held a tense expression that can be likened to when you didn't do your homework and you're thinking of how to lie to the teacher.

"What's eating you this time, Lo?" Even though we had only known each other for an hour or so, it felt like much longer. He sighed and relaxed his hold on the wheel slightly.

"I'm just trying to figure out how I should lie to my father. He's rather...overprotective, and he'll freak out if he knows that I have a late-night job. He's also basically a human lie detector, which is great because he works with the police and he can question suspects, but not so great when I want to hide information from him."

"Wait a minute, I saw a spell in here that can let you lie-"

"That won't work. Where do you think I got my witch genetics from? Father put a spell on me a couple years back, when I first discovered my powers, that prohibits me from using magic without his presence, and it lets him know if I'm in the proximity of a spell being cast."

"...wow, that is...going to be a problem. Hmmm," I thought for a minute. "You probably go to the library a lot, right? Just say that you were there when you saw a friend, and he introduced me to you." Logan thought for a bit, I could almost see the gears turning in his head.

"I suppose that could work. As long as you're a good liar, then he probably won't suspect it too much."

"That's good, but there's one more thing. You said your dad works with the police force?"

"Yes, why are you asking?"

"Well, you're going to have to refer to me as Patton Morales then. Because Virgil Storm doesn't have the greatest history with the police." I said, balling my fists slightly in my pockets. None of the arrests were actually my fault, it was my friends throwing me under the bus and framing me, but if Logan's dad was anything like I thought he would be, then he would probably focus on the fact that I had a record in the first place. Also yeah, he could see my face and recognize me, but since all my arrests happened in a neighboring city, and I'll be telling him a fake name, he won't have any reason to look me up. I am so smort, I am big brain- just kidding, thinking up this plan used up the last two of my braincells.

Logan raised an eyebrow and stared at me, but didn't say anything. I spent the rest of the drive listening to Bach and flipping through the spell book. Most of the spells were pretty mundane, except for this one chapter that I couldn't open. The title in the index said 'Forbidden Arts.' Naturally, I made it my goal to open that book sooner or later. Not that I would ever tell Logan that, he's the boring side character who tries to convince the protagonist to not do whatever stupid or reckless thing they were going to do.

The car eventually stopped and both of us stepped out. Logan smoothed his shirt out and locked the car, while I hid the spell book under my hoodie. The two of us walked into the apartment building. As he pressed the elevator button, I found myself reaching for his hand. It would probably be warm, and firm but still soft, with maybe a couple callouses. I started wondering if Logan worked out, how else would he have such a good body? Those toned muscles, and abs that would probably be rock hard if I touched them, and his beautiful legs probably didn't make themselves. Then, because my mind wants to make me suffer, I started wondering if he was a good cuddler. Did he enjoy cuddling? Would he be one of those people who was super nice and warm? What if he was a sleepy cuddler? Would he be a big spoon or a little spoon? Although that would be adorable, that would make me a bit sad because I enjoy being the little spoon. Wait-why would I be cuddling with him in the first place?

For God's sake, I hadn't even known him for a full day. I can't be falling in love that quick, love at first sight doesn't exist. I sighed softly and looked down as I thought about years ago, when I was super naive and actually believed all that Disney movie romantic crap. Turns out, high school can educate you in other ways than academics. It taught me to not open up or trust people, it taught me that the world is really unfair, and most importantly it taught me to not fall in love unless you really knew someone.

The elevator doors opened with a chime, startling me out of my thoughts. I followed Logan into the small box of death and watched him press the button for floor number 3. Thankfully, the ride only lasted a couple seconds, and as soon as the doors opened I hopped out onto solid ground and gave a soft sigh of relief. The two of us walked to a door with the number 317 on it and Logan took out his keys, unlocking the door and opening it.

As soon as I stepped into the apartment, a man wearing a yellow and black suit appeared in front of us. His scarred face held a murder-filled glare that was directed at me. Lovely.

"Uh, hi, I'm-" Before I could get the words out of my mouth, I found myself pinned against the wall with a dagger at my throat.

"State your name and why you're here, and how you know my son." Logan's dad growled, his fangs bared in a snarl.

"Father, stop-"

"It's okay, Lo. M-my name is Patton, and I'm at your house because Logan's my friend and we wanted to do a study session...I take it that he didn't tell you?" The dude turned to glare at Logan, letting go of me to put both hands on his hips.

"I'm sorry, both our phones died so I couldn't contact you, and neither of us can do an electricity spell, since that you put that stupid spell on me, and since V-Patton only found out he was a witch a couple hours ago." Logan said, putting on a rather convincing innocent facade. His dad's eyebrows furrowed and I could tell he was analyzing him, trying to figure out if it was a lie or not. Eventually, he looked away and sighed. "You know what, I'm too tired for this. I just pulled a triple shift and I haven't slept in some number of hours. We will talk about this in detail when I have actually gotten some sleep." He gave Logan a quick hug before walking to a bedroom to the right of the apartment.

"Sooo...should we go to your room then?" I asked awkwardly when he was gone.

"Yeah, I suppose. Right this way." He gestured to his left like he was a waiter at some fancy restaurant, then started walking. I followed him at a reasonable distance, occasionally glancing at my surroundings. It was a nice apartment, a bit sparsely finished, but since both Logan and his father appeared to be very left-brain people, that wasn't surprising. He opened a navy door that said his name on it in silver letters, revealing.....quite possibly the messiest room I have ever seen in my life.

Papers and pencils littered the floor, along with multiple books. His unmade bed had clothes tossed onto it, the shelves were in complete disarray, and his desk was piled with textbooks and folders.

"...Wow, for someone who looks so sophisticated, your room sure is..." I trailed off, not wanting to sound rude. I was just so surprised, even Remy's room isn't this messy and he always leaves Starbucks cups all over the house. I heard Logan sigh softly and he turned to me.

"Messy? Yeah, I know. But I can guarantee there's a perfectly logical explanation for this. I sleepwalk sometimes, but whenever I do, I end up messing up my entire room. Badly. And I didn't have enough time to clean in the morning because I overslept for once. And since it's super late at night and I'm too tired to clean it, can you give me your spellbook?" I handed him the book, slightly confused.

"Wait, but didn't you say that you couldn't cast spells?"

"Without my father's presence. He's in the other room which is close enough, and he's sleeping so he won't know what we're doing." Logan opened the book and started flipping through the pages. He gave a small smile when he was at the page he wanted. "Here we go, a cleaning spell. This is your first lesson, so watch closely." He went to the middle of the room, still holding the book. I saw him reach into his inside jacket pocket and take out a thin brown wand with bluish-silver accents, then hold it up in the air. The beautiful man took a deep breath, then read these words from the book in a loud, assertive voice. "Sit locus hic, et purificati postea castra intrabitis Im 'non sic ordinantur ad ignominiam mea!" The tip of his wand started glowing blue, steadily growing stronger as the seconds passed. After around a minute, the whole room was awash with the same ethereal blue color that was radiating off Logan's wand. He flicked his wrist, and there was a blinding flash.

I opened my eyes and saw that the room was in order again, not a single thing out of place or anything less than impeccably neat. I also saw Logan sprawled out on the floor, having probably fainted from the strain on his body. .....WAIT WHAT-