Q: do you know any urban legends?

Pairing: Logince

Logan hissed as he hit the ground, his books flew from his arms and his glasses slipped off his face. Obnoxious laughter followed as soon as he fell, the teen frowned and retrieved his glasses and books without saying a word. The shoes of bystanders passed by him, not even bothering to stop and help. Logan sighed and picked himself up, his books once again hugged to his chest and his glasses firmly placed on the bridge of his nose. “You just keep getting up do you?” The teen who had tripped him sneered.

The other teens behind him snickered, except for one.

Logan looked at them nonchalantly, blinked, and then continued his walk to his classroom. The bruise on his knee throbbed and his chest ached, today was an average day. Most days he would've been beat, but today was an easier day. He passed by the group and felt a chill run down his spine as he passed by the final teen, the one that had not laughed.

Roman Prince.

Logan glanced over at him, a frown tugging at his lips. Roman froze and immediately looked away, guilt ate away at him like a wildfire in the Savannah. He shifted his weight and played with the hem of his shirt. Logan scoffed and made his way to his classroom where he was greeted by his friend Remy and sat with him at the back of the class.

The day went along quite well, and by the time school was over Logan was surprised that he had not been intervened by the group of teens like usual. He walked briskly nonetheless, still afraid that today's luck would soon wear out. He peered over his shoulder every now and then and felt his heart grow heavy as he neared his destination.

The park was always a quiet and comforting place to hang out at. And there was barely any teenagers, well scratch that, there was no teenagers at all. Except for him of course. And Roman.

And there he was, as usual, sitting at a bench under a huge tree. Logan on most days would've felt relieved or happy, but today was different. He was upset and felt betrayed.

He walked up to the bench and sat silently beside Roman who greeted him kindly, only to receive silence as a response. The older male frowned at his silence and tapped Logan's shoulder to get his attention, of course Logan flinched at the touch and glared up at him. “Don't.” He warned icily. Roman froze and put his hand down, he muttered and quick sorry and scratched the back of his neck. “A-are you okay? You fell down pretty hard.” He questioned. Logan dropped his gaze to his lap.

“Roman.” He bit his lip.

“Yes?” Roman tilted his head to the side.

“If all you're going to do is watch as they beat me, then don't bother talking to me. Friends don't watch friends get beat up, they help them when they need it the most. And I've needed your help for two years. I thought I could deal with it, but I can't Roman. I'm tired of having this secret friendship.” Logan stood up and looked down at Roman with teary eyes. “I'm tired of it.” He repeated and stormed off. Leaving behind a wide-eyed and guilt stricken Roman.

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The next day Roman was absent.

The teens jumped Logan in the morning as soon as he entered through the front doors. They dragged him to the bathroom and beat him, they had made up a challenge for each other that morning before Logan had arrived.

Logan was always quiet, even as they beat him, he never made a noise. So they challenged each other stating that whoever made Logan whimper first would be the rightful leader of the group. So of course as soon as Logan showed up the game had started promising Logan a very bad day.

When the first bell rang Logan was already limping, he thankfully made it in time for class, and as soon as Remy looked at him he knew today was going to be a bad day too. For the whole first half of the day Logan was silent and tried not to spit out the taste of blood in his mouth, he was never one to worry his friend.

When lunch came Logan was once again dragged away by the group of boys, this time they took him into an empty janitors closet and beat him once more, this time they used more force behind their punches and shoves.

Logan stayed silent the whole time.

Lunch soon ended and Logan had more bruises on his body than yesterday.

The rest of the day went on like any other, he did his work and listened to every lecture. When the school day ended Logan began his usual stroll, but of course the group had followed him. Logan didn't take notice until it was too late, he had arrived at the park not only to see that Roman was also not there, but to see too late that he had been followed. And before he could even plan an escape he was grabbed and shoved and punched until he landed on the ground with a harsh thump, he took a sharp breath and gritted his teeth as they started to kick him.

When the boys grew tired, one in particular pushed them away and told them he'd be the one to win the competition. So he kicked Logan square in the chest immediately knocking the breath out of him.

And then, as soon as his shoe came in contact with his chest, a sickening snap was heard, and excruciating pain was followed soon after.

Logan yelled. He screamed. He cried.

Everything stopped, the teens backed away and blamed each other before they decided to just run away leaving Logan on the ground, clutching his chest. Wheezing for breath. His chest ached, everything hurt, it hurt to breathe.

“Logan!” A voice from afar startled the writhing teen, he curled in on himself despite his current pain and whimpered. “No...” He rasped. “Go away leave me alone.” He begged desperately. A hand rested on his shoulder, he flinched hard and yelped. “Hey it's okay it's me, it's Roman.” The teen assured. Logan gasped and turned his head to meet with Roman's concerned filled eyes.

Roman was beyond worried, Logan was covered in so many injuries, and he seemed to have trouble breathing. He attempted to move Logan and received a sharp cry in response, he winced and apologized as he scooped him up into his arms. “Logan, I'm going to take you to the hospital okay?” He told him. Logan clung to him and breathed shakily.

Roman took that as an okay and began a run where hopefully he would get some help.

And sure enough as he ran through the city a couple had stopped to ask if they needed help. Logan had lost consciousness along the way due to the pain being too much for him to handle and that terrified Roman. Tears had filled his eyes. His heart ached for his hurting friend. A male around his twenties dressed in a baby blue polo shirt and khakis offered to drive them to the hospital while his husband, a darkly dressed male, helped Roman with Logan.

They arrived pretty quickly and as soon as Roman ran in asking for help Logan was immediately taken from him and rolled into the emergency room.

Roman waited with the couple who soon addressed themselves as Patton and Virgil both newlyweds. They talked about their life and Roman explained to them his relationship with Logan, he had loved him since elementary but never found the courage to tell him. He admitted that he hung out with the wrong crowd and as a result hurt his friend and their relationship. Now all he wanted to do was apologize and confess his love for him.

Hours passed, a doctor came and told them that he had three broken ribs. Roman felt sick to his stomach and asked if he was able to see him.

The doctor allowed it and led the trio to Logan's room where the now asleep teen lied peacefully. Roman nearly cried and ran to his side, taking his cold pale hand into his own. “Logan I'm so sorry.” He apologized. “I'm so sorry for letting this happen to you, I'm sorry for letting them hurt you. I'm sorry for being such a horrible friend.” He cried.

He squeezed his hand tight and dropped his head. “It's all my fault you're here. I should've listened to you, I should've protected you.”

Tears trailed down his face and his hands trembled.

“You helped me...” A weak voice rasped.

Roman snapped his head up and met with a weak smiling Logan. “You actually came to help me.” He stated. “Of course I did. I couldn't leave you.” Roman sniffed and wiped away his tears. Logan rolled his eyes and cupped his cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “Stop being a baby I'm okay.” He reassured. Roman's lip trembled and he wrapped his arms around him. “I beat one of them up.” He mumbled.

Logan froze. “Pardon?”

“Before I found you, a guy was running from the park. The one who had tripped you. I stopped him and punched him square in the face before I found you.” Roman explained. Logan lightly pushed Roman away to fully look at him, and when he looked at his hand, sure enough his knuckles were severely swollen and bruised. He gently took his hand and pressed a small kiss to his knuckles. Roman blushed deeply and nearly passed out. Logan himself was a blushing mess and dropped Roman's hand to his lap.

“Logan.” Roman cleared his throat. “Yes Roman?” Logan stammered. “Once your all healed up, do you maybe wanna go out for a cup of coffee?” Roman offered bashfully.

Logan smiled while Patton tried not to squeal.

“I'd really enjoy that.” Logan replied.