WE NEED TO GET SOME MORE THINGS STRAIGHT

YES, Corruption is Quinn's Dad in this story for those of you reading Don't Let Me Be Gone

AND, you guys have already come up with an Evan x Quinn ship name (lmao)
It's Quinvan

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*evil author laughter*

Patton POV
I am so excited! It's finally Saturday! That means Logan is coming over to hang out AND my parents are finally coming home from their week long trip!

Too bad the gloomy weather doesn't match my mood. I don't mind the rain some times, but today is too happy for rain.

I glanced over at the clock in my room. I still have about five minuets until Logan gets here. Logan said he will be here at precisely 5:00 pm. No earlier, no later.

I've been cleaning nonstop since I woke up around 11:30. It's almost five now. So I've been doing a lot of cleanings

I hope Logan likes spaghetti because that's what I'm planning on making. I know my parents really like that dinner.

Remy and Emile were over earlier to "help" me get ready. And by help I mean they were freaking out because they think that Logan and I are going to start dating.

But Remy did help me put together an outfit. Light blue jeans, a white t-shit, and a grey cardigan.

A knock at the front door shook me from my thoughts. Logan must be here! I jumped off my bed and raced down to the door.

I quickly fixed my hair before opening the door. Logan stood there, shivering and trying not to get wet from the rain.

"Hey Logie!" I said happily, motioning him inside.

"Salutations Patton," Logan mumbled, shrugging off his coat. "The weather has seem to have finally cooled down. Unfortunately, that's means rain."

"Not a fan of the rain then?" I asked.

"I don't mind it as long as I'm not out in it." He answered.

He looked very cute in his outfit. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and a black button up shirt. It was loose fitting on him, but the sleeves rolled up just past his forearms made him look handsome.

"When are you parents arriving?" Logan asked as we headed into the kitchen.

"Soon hopefully," I told him. "Wanna help me cook dinner?"

"It's 'do you want to' and I have no clue how to cook," Logan admitted. "Cooking is not my expertise."

"I can help teach you," I gasped.

"That is not necessary Patton," He told me with a small laugh.

"Pleaseeeeeeee," I begged, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," He grumbled.

"Yay!" I squealed, moving to gather the ingredients. "It's just spaghetti so this should be fairly easy."

"Patton I am not aware of how to do simple cooking such as boiling noodles," Logan told me. "I don't believe that I'd be much assistance in cooking spaghetti."

"You just wanna be lazy," I teased, setting a pot on the stove.

"I do not," He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Just get over here and help me," I laughed.

Logan stood next to me and watched me as I showed him how the boil the noodles. He was mostly silent, seeming to be taking notes in his head based on his expression.

"Can you cut vegetables?" I asked.

"Probably," He answered.

I handed him a knife and pushed a bowl full of vegetables for a sales towards him. Logan did a surprisingly good job at dicing up the vegetables.

We worked in a comfortable silence for a while. This made me happy. I liked being able to just be around Logan and for the both of us to be happy with that.

I really hope he likes me back. But he probably doesn't. He's so smart and sophisticated. I'm a childish ball of emotions.

I jumped slightly as my phone started ringing, earning a small laugh from Logan. I smiled at him before reaching for my phone at the table.

It was my parents. They must be getting home soon then! I answered the call and switched it to speaker.

I quickly turned back to the noodles, making sure Logan hadn't burnt anymore in my slight absence.

"Patton? Are you there?"

"Hey Mom!" I answered. "Sorry, just making dinner."

"Oh okay, well make a little less dinner. You're father and I aren't coming home tonight."

I dropped the spoon I as holding, feeling as my heart dropped. The words hit me like a bag of bricks.

"What...What do you mean?" I asked, laughing awkwardly.

"The meeting is going on a little longer than expected. We won't be able to come home for another four days."

"But you've already been gone two weeks." I reminded her, but my voice was just a whisper.

"Look, Patton, we are very busy and we just don't have time for you anymore. Our...jobs are more important."

"I understand," I told her. I could feel another depressive episode snaking it's way back into my mind. I should've taken more of my antidepressant pills today.

"Good. Now remember, no friends over. I have to go now. Goodbye."

She hung up the phone but not before a little of my parents conversation came through.

"Get off the phone already. Patton can take care of himself, and remember, he'll be eighteen soon and than we won't have to worry about him. We'll be free of our silly little mistake soon."

Then the call ended.

I'd recognize the gruff sound of my fathers voice anywhere. That hurt more than my parents not coming home tonight.

Our mistake...

So that's all I am. Their mistake. Something they have to deal with until I'm eighteen and can move out.

I felt my eyes filling with tears and I remembered that Logan was standing right next to me. Logan heard everything. He shifted awkwardly on his feet.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

By despite trying to will my body not to start crying, a single tear rolled down my cheek.

Fiddlesticks...

"Are you okay Patton?" Logan asked softly.

"No," I mumbled before breaking down into sobs. Gosh this is so embarrassing. Crying in front of my crush.

"I'm sorry," I said, trying to wipe the tears away. I forced a smile. "I just get kinda emotional."

"You're allowed to be emotional about something like that," He told me. "You're parents are extremely rude and selfish for doing that. And what the man said about you being a mistake is not true."

"Yes it is," I argued. "I thought they would come home for once. And we could be a happy family again. Why do I keep believing that they still love me?"

Logan has no answer for that. No one ever does. Remy and Emile don't know either. Why am I so stupid and naïve?

As if today couldn't get any worse, a loud crack of thunder sounded in the sky. I hate thunderstorms, I fear them horribly because of when I'd have to be home alone during a storm when I was a little kid. That thought was accompanied by a flash of lightening.

And then the power went out.