How To Get A Date: Movie Edition (Step Three: The Arrival)
Summary: Getting to the theater, Patton figured it would be easy to pretend it wasn't a date. That's turning out to be harder than he expected.
Warnings: Deceit, swearing
Notes: Again, it’s a little short. Sorry! But! I hope you guys enjoy chapter three!
Link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18735910
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*Pawton is typing in a private group chat with Princey, Emo 3000, Starbucks, Doctor Cartoon, Snake, and The Gayest of Them All…*
Pawton: Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit it’s happeniiiiiiiiiiing guys hellpppppppp
Princey: Wow, it must be serious if you’re swearing, Pops The Gayest of Them All: Pat, you’ve got this! Logan doesn’t even know it’s a date so just act like you’re hanging out like normal :D
Pawton: Good point,,, I’m just nervous,,,,
Emo 3000: I would be too.. What if he figures it out?!
Starbucks: Wow you really are true to your screen name
Emo 3000: Thanks.
Pawton: GUYS I DON’T WANT HIM TO FIND OUT WHY OWULDYOUSYATHAT
Snake: Sorry what was that?
Pawton: HHHHHHHH
Doctor Cartoon: Patton, just take some deep breaths. But make them inconspicuous. Try and talk to him! It’ll be okay. He probably won’t find out anyways, we all know that Lo is awful with feelings.
Princey: There’s the tea
The Gayest of Them All: True
Emo 3000: It’s ridiculous how oblivious he is with feelings. And I’m the one who has to deal with it cause I ROOM with him.
Starbucks: Oh go cry me a river.
Snake: Lol
Emo 3000: >:(
Princey: Lol
*Multiple people are typing in a private chat with Princey, Emo 3000, Starbucks, Doctor Cartoon, Snake, and The Gayest of Them All…*
*Notifications for the private chat with Princey, Emo 3000, Starbucks, Doctor Cartoon, Snake, and The Gayest of Them All was turned off*
Patton shut off his phone and shoved it into his sweatshirt pocket. Leaning his head back so it touched the seat, he took a deep breath and spared a glance over at Logan. The man was focused on the road, a neutral expression on his face. That was normal a normal expression for him, his face void of any emotion. If anyone had looked at him now, they would probably have thought he was a robot. Though, if you really knew Logan, you would know that he was extremely focused. You’d see his hands gripping the wheel as he stared out the windshield. But that was the joy of being Logan’s friend. You got the privilege of knowing all of his different sides and feelings. You got the privilege of knowing who he was. The privilege of learning each and every of his different habits and expressions. Patton remembered first meeting Logan, how closed off he was then. And he thought of now, how open Logan was able to be with their friends, how he wasn’t afraid to share how he felt with them now, how he was able to say any random fact that popped into his head without shame or fear that they would think he was annoying. He smiled softly and turned to look out the window. His thoughts drifted away for the millionth time that day.
The jerk of the car as it came to a stop jolted Patton out of the comfortable chaos of his mind. He flushed, realizing he didn’t say anything to Logan the entire ride, and as he fumbled with the seat belt, his mouth stuttered out an apology. Finally making it out of the car, he turned towards Logan with a sheepish expression on his face. But Logan, calm and neutral as ever (which both aggravated Patton and calmed him at the same time), just smiled and promised that it was fine. That he didn’t mind, and that it was a comfortable quiet.
The nerves came back full swing as they walked into the movie theater together. He knew he had meant for this to be a date, he was fully allowing himself to admit that now after earlier’s panic, but he was extremely aware that he and Logan probably looked like a couple. What made it worse was that he knew that Logan probably didn’t even think of that when he slipped his hand into Patton’s to lead them into line. He probably didn’t think of that even when Patton unconsciously didn’t let go. Which he did now, slipping the hand into his pocket. The butterflies were rampant.
Thankfully he had pre-ordered the tickets. They had gotten to the front of the line and Logan had opened his mouth to offer to pay for the tickets. He had taken them out of his pocket and handed them to the lady at the counter, feeling the powerful feeling of Logan’s grumpy face burning into the back of his head. He smiled sweetly, turning back to his friend, and led them into the snack line. Mentally he kept note of what snacks Logan had wanted as they talked in line, but once they got to the front, Logan pushed in front of him and ordered for the both of them. His heart pounded, sounding like thunder inside of his body, but he put on a fake pout to mask it. Or at least try.
Logan slipped his hand back into Patton’s as they walked into the theater, but he knew it was to only bring them to their seats. Mentally sighing, he sat down and steeled himself. He could do this.
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