Roman's POV

I smiled awkwardly in my room, Virgil was ok. I turned around in my chair, to the giant Pink Floyd poster.

Roger's a horse.

YES! An idea!

I turned to my drawing tablet.

Then I heard a song coming from Logan's room.

"I've got a little black book with my poems in
I've got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in..."

I sighed. Logan liked this?

I only knew he liked Comfortably Numb.

I looked through my computer's files of pirated, extremely sketchy, albums.

I remembered that one time that I may have downloaded a virus onto my phone with the Hamilton soundtrack.

Logan's POV

I had never really liked that band, but now I had felt something.

It was strange, like my heart would dance whenever I had seen him.

I wrote a note.

Strange, yes, but seemed smart.

Dear Roman,

This has been in my mind for a long time, and now I believe that it's time to tell you.

You have inspired me to listen to my dreams, and emotions. Do you remember when you accidentally downloaded a virus onto your computer, and you didn't know what happened? I fell for you right then, even though it was extremely stupid. Your level of confidence is amazing, it makes you have a special aura. I do not think you are told this enough, but the way you smile is beautiful.

I guess now is the time to tell you.

I believe that I am enamoured with you. I do not know if you have the same feelings towards me, yet, may you meet me at my room at 3:45 tomorrow, as it is late currently?

Yours sincerely,

Logan.

I exhaled.

I marked a little heart, including an arrow.

I panicked, looking at the computer perched on my desk.

I snuck through to his room, dropping the letter, and running to my room.

I froze up with terror.