How To Get A Date: Movie Edition (Step Two: Get Ready)
Summary: After successfully asking Logan out (by the most unconventional means necessary), Patton is ready to depart! Now, what should he wear?
Warnings: None y’all
Notes: Y'all.
I'm realizing that these chapters are really short.
:|
Sorry about that...
But!
For Now!
Enjoy Chapter Two! :D
No warnings for this chapter, as well as no text.
Feel free to give me some criticism, writing is not my forte.
Link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18735910/chapters/44523586#workskin
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Patton was in a fervor. He was alone in his dorm room at 5 P.M. throwing clothes this way and that as he searched for something acceptable to wear. His hair was a mess and his face was flushed with panic, hiding the soft swath of freckles that dotted his cheeks. The methodical thump of his pounding heart didn’t calm him at all. He didn’t remember ever being this nervous for a date. No, not a date, he reprimanded himself. Just a friendly outing with a… friend. Yes. That’s what this was. A friendly outing. Sighing, he flopped on his bed.
Who was he kidding? This was already a disaster situation. He was just making it worse by lying to himself. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and tugged off his shirt, looking around for one of the other shirts he had flung on the floor. He had to get ready. After all, Logan was coming to pick him up in less than half an hour. He had to look somewhat decent if he wanted this to go anywhere at all. Standing up, he listed the tasks in his head he had to finish.
The minutes ticked by as Patton tried on outfit by outfit, the panic he had felt earlier slowly but surely returning. Nothing looked good enough. Nothing ever looked good enough. Grumbling, he took one last look around the room until his eyes caught something he had missed. Picking up the soft fabric from the floor, he slipped it on over his head and nodded at himself in the mirror. A lavender hoodie paired with dark ripped jeans and matching converse. It would do, he supposed. Adding the final touches to his look, he finally deemed himself ready. All he had to do was wait.
A sound registered in the back of his mind as he sat on his couch, awaiting his friend’s arrival. Broken out of his daze, he jumped up and brushed off the nonexistent wrinkles, straightening his glasses as he tripped over his feet to get to the door as quick as possible. With a deep breath in and a few flicks of his wrists to calm himself at least a little bit, he opened the door to reveal Logan. As he struggled to find something to say, it didn’t take long to feel the blush that crept up his cheeks.
It was something he noticed a long time ago, when Patton had originally met the man. Logan was always dressed nice. For a man who didn’t understand many social customs, he sure understood fashion. His friend was dressed in what Patton recognized as his favorite pair of black skinny jeans, the ones that made him look taller than what he actually was. Simple gray shoes were perfect for going to the movies, not too casual but not uncomfortably dressy either. He wore a white button-up shirt under a blue jacket that looked soft to the touch, and finally, his signature glasses. Logan was rarely seen wearing contacts.
Patton came back to reality when Logan cleared his throat, looking down at him with concerned eyes. He bit his lip and glanced down, muttering a small “Sorry,” to play it off. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for him to be out of it, so hopefully Logan took no mind to the situation.
“Are you ready to depart, Patton?”
He nodded, taking the hand that had been offered to him. Letting himself be led to the car, he sighed in contentment. Maybe this date wouldn’t be too bad after all.
