Trigger warnings : derogatory terms, physical/mental abuse, suggested correction sex, slapping, swearing

Logan POV
I paced my room, moving from my window to my door. Over and over again.

Patton told me to call him. My phone is laying on my bed, seemingly mocking me for my fear of a simple phone call.

I was barely able to talk to him this afternoon. I know that I messed things up between us. I know that for certain.

But I don't want to accept that.

I wish I could take it back. I wish that I could change it so that we did kiss. I wonder what would have happened then.

But that is wishful thinking. No amount of hope will cause Patton to forgive me. He said himself that he wasn't sure if he could move on from it.

I sighed, rubbing my hands across my face. I glared at my phone through my fingers.

Logic said to just pick up the phone and call Patton. But my fears told me not to. That he was still angry and he was just going to reject me.

I've never felt so emotional over something to simply stupid before. It's absolutely ridiculous. This whole situation is ridiculous.

Feelings really are the bane of my existence.

I don't understand how some one as smart as I am can not comprehend human emotions.  It doesn't make sense as to I feel so heartbroken over this.

I made my way slowly towards my bed, as if my phone were a wild animal that would attack me if I make a sudden movement. 

I picked it up and took a deep breath.  Get ahold of yourself Logan.  Call Patton and see what he wants.  It probably isn't as bad as I think.

I called Patton and placed the phone against my ear.  I sat down and waited apprehensively for Patton to answer.

Hello?

"Salutations Patton,"  I said, clearing my throat.  "You said you wanted me to call you?"

Yeah, I did.  We need to talk about what happened before Remy interrupted us.

"That he did,"  I grumbled, rolling my eyes. 

Anyways, I want to say I guess I forgive you.  I can understand how you might have panicked in the situation.  So I don't blame you.

My heart seemed to leap at that, figuratively.  I couldn't be happier that Patton forgives me.

"Thank you so much Patton,"  I said. 

You're welcome Logie!

I could help but blush at the nickname.  Yet for once, I didn't hate it.  I was glad Patton was calling me that again. 

I wanted to know if you would want to hang out this weekend?  Get back into the old routine?

"That sounds like a good idea,"  I told him. 

We can get coffee and then go to like the bookstore or the park or the movies!

I could practically hear Patton jumping up and down in excitement on the other side of the phone.  I smiled, imagining how adorable he probably looks right now.

"That would be fun,"  I said in agreement.  "I can pick you up around noon this Saturday and we can spend the evening and afternoon together.

Yes!  I can't wait!  I can't wait to see you at school tomorrow!  I'm going to give you the biggest hug ever!

"I'll make sure to watch out for you then,"  I laughed, but enjoying the prospect of getting a hug from Patton. 

Is Saturday a date?  Or just for two friends to hang out?

I let the question hang in the air.  I didn't want to say the wrong thing and upset Patton.  I would prefer for this to be a romantic outing of sorts rather then just a simple platonic get together. 

"It can be whatever you want it to be,"  I told him, fully prepared for him to regret me.  Friend zone me as other people my age say.

I'd love for it to be a date.

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Remy POV
I sighed, tapping my foot against the floor.  I leaned against the door as Mom took forever to get ready.  At this rate, we're going to be late.

It's the dreaded day.  Mom is going to meet Emile's parents for the first time.  Hell, this is going to be Emile's first time meeting her too.

It's going to be one hell of a fucking roller coaster. 

"C'mon!"  I yelled.  "It's one hour!  Just one hour of pretending to be my mom!  Then you can go back to doing whatever the hell you do."

"Do you know how fucking disappointed I am in you that you have a boyfriend?!"  She screamed, ignoring what I said.  She marched out of her room, glaring daggers at me.

She was wearing a slutty, skin tight red dress.  Stilettos and a full face of cheap makeup.  The fake blonde hair seemed faker then usual.  Probably a wig. 

"One hour and then you can forget all about this,"  I mumbled. 

"I should get one of my friends to fuck you.  She could fix you and make you like girls,"  Mom suggested, glaring at me.

I recoiled at the thought.  That would be cheating on Emile, which is the last thing I want to do.  I don't want to have sex my first time with a girl.  That will be a special time with Emile.  And I refuse to sub to anyone, especially one of mom's friends. 

"You disgust me,"  I said, glaring right back at her. 

"Faggot,"  She hissed. 

"Why'd you agree to meet his parents if you don't support it?!"  I yelled, hoping that she'd just stay home. 

"Oh because I want to show them what a fuck up my son is,"  She seethed.  "Maybe they won't like you anymore and you can be as miserable as me then."

"I am happy with Emile,"  I hissed.  "I will not let you ruin that part of my life too." 

"Just got get in the damn car,"  She told me.  "Let's get this bullshit over with."

"After this, you are never talking to them again,"  I told her. 

"I don't give a fuck,"  She laughed.  "Don't want to meet these rich assholes with their perfect life and perfect family.  Well, not perfect if they raised a fucked up gay son."

Anger filled and I rounded on her.  She will not being insulting Emile. 

"Do not talk about Emile like that!"  I screamed.  "Insult me all you want but don't you dare hurt Emile!" 

"I'm not bent on messing with you're little whore,"  She said, knowing plain well she was getting under my skin. 

"Don't you dare call him that!"  I yelled.  "He is not!  You are!"

I got a slap across the face in response for that.  I don't like that she slaps me now.  It hurts, especially with her long acrylic nails that claw at my skin.

"How dare you speak to your mother like that!" She screamed at me, hitting me again. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a mark because of how much pain shot across my cheek.

"You are not my mother!"  I yelled.  "You never have been and you never will be!"

"I gave birth to you!  You owe me everything!"  She yelled back. 

"I did not ask to be born!"  I yelled, feeling tears in my eyes. 

"You are such a disappointment,"  She growled, looking at me in disgust. 

"Can we please just go and get this over with?"  I asked softly. 

"Fine,"  She huffed, marching past me and out to the car.  "Your ass is driving."

I stopped myself from screaming at her and making it worse.  Once dinner is over, she can leave.  And hopefully Emile won't hate me after this.