Roman calls Logan babe but platonically bc he's like that

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"It's not fair I get my heart broken so often, but you get to lead a pain free life." Roman huffed a stray piece of hair from his face, slamming his textbook shut. The librarians neck snapped up, shooting him a glare from her desk. Roman sank in his chair, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment, mouthing a quick, 'sorry'.

Logan adjusted his glasses, "Well, Roman, we have distinct tastes."

"Thank God for that."

Logan coughed, "As I was saying, my standards are higher than yours-"

Roman gasped, slapping his palm on the table. The librarian again looked up, shushing him with her finger.

Logan smirked, twirling the pencil between his fingers, "I would date no one who doesn't challenge my wits and charm."

"Wits and charm my ass-"

The door squeaks open, interrupting Roman's faulty argument. A boy stepped into the room, hair disheveled but suggests to be a purposeful style tactic. Dark eyeshadow clouded his eyes, differentiating from his hazel eyes. Along with him was another boy, tall and lanky. His face was specked with freckles, glasses on the tip of his nose.

He turned to the eyeshadow boy, tugging at one of his hoodie strings. Eyeshadow boy nodded towards a table in the back, the pair taking their leave.

Before they could get far, though, hoodie boy mis-step, falling face first to the floor. The library gasped, girls and boys alike covering their mouths trying to contain their laughs or judgemental whispers. Eyeshadow boy kicked his side, talking down to the boy whose face was still planted in the ground.

Hoodie boy raised his head, a gleam to his eyes as he came back to his feet. He smoothed the front of his sweater, a light blush dotting his cheeks, "Guess I'm falling for all these book choices, huh, Virgil?"

Eyeshadow boy or Virgil groaned, moving past him. He walked next to Logan and Roman's table, sharing an awkward smile.

Roman smiled back, forcing his blush away. When the new boys settled down, Roman let himself chuckle.

"Aren't they a pair? Cute too, huh? You think the one with eyeshadow would be into me?"

Logan didn't answer.

"Logan? Babe? Earth to Logan? Hello? Prep to nerd?"

"I want him."

Roman choked, his cough growing louder as the words rendered in his mind. The librarian again looked up at him, hissing his way. She probably doesn't like him much.

"Say again?"

"I said," Logan glanced back at hoodie boy, who turned to meet eyes with him. The boy beamed, waving. Logan waved back, "I want to be with him."

Roman placed his head in one hand, smirking, "Whatever happened to standards?"

Logan stared at Roman, unfazed, "They've fallen for him."

Roman's mouth fell open, "You did not just say a pun? Logan Sanders, I did not just hear a pun come out of your mouth? Wait, why are you getting up? Logan? Logan, wait. Wait, why are you walking over? Logan!"