A/N: Not a prompt from the page but I really wanted to write this \_(•~•)_/  Also, I'm on a trip for a couple days so strictly platonic won't be out until later this week. I should update this book though. Thanks for reading <3 

[Logan's POV]

God, I hate kids. Teens more specifically. Not all of them are awful, the quiet, nerdy 'I-would-rather-do-my-homework-and-study-than-break-the-law' type kids are rather enjoyable to converse with.

I am only 21 and I am doing my cop duties on a 9 to 5, 5 days a week schedule so why not socialise with other young adults? The, nicknamed '16-24', centre has a lot of clubs and meetings and organisations that connect the community and it is rather amazing. Everyone knows everyone, for good, or for bad, reasons. I have divided the teens into around 4 groups.

Group 1: The main clique. Every teenager here probably wants to be in this group, or despises the idea of so many people noticing them. These kids are major trouble makers and I often arrest them for vandalism or underage drinking. They're the jocks, cheerleaders, wealthy, attractive or attention-seekers that got in by association.

Group 2: The Smart Ones. They get cheated off, used and flushed away. I feel rather sympathetic for these kids. They aren't called the smart ones for nothing though. They consist of typical nerds, music prodigies, intellectually advanced, English enthusiasts and the rare breed that caught onto algebra and calculus straight away. Ah, I was probably the leader of these kids iN mY dAy.

Group 3: The Hyped Up Ones. They only have fun. They can't function without talking all the time. They 'hang' in huge groups and you can hear them talking, or practically screaming, form miles away. This group consists of theatre kids, the kids too kind for their own good, the extroverts and the kids that have multiple bright highlighters.

And finally, Group 4: The rejects. These kids are the best kind of people. They're kind and caring and nice. Because they understand being hurt, and being bullied, and getting tormented because their different. The other groups don't accept them because they aren't seen as 'good enough' or 'smart enough' or 'fun enough'. But these kids are more than enough, they just need a push. These include, emos, Lgbtq+ people, people with mental and uncontrollable physical illnesses and those who've done something that have got them 'disconnected' from everyone else.

I was doing my regular patrol around and spotted a little gang of 'group 1's'. They were laughing about something and I heard some bottles get knocked over. Most of them bolted once I got out the car and started walking towards them, but I managed to restrain one. He sighed and didn't even try to resist me putting handcuffs on him. When I saw them they all looked drunk, and many bottles were surrounding the ally, but this kid seemed to be pretty sober.

'You have the right to remain silent and stuff I guess.' I said even though he wasn't talking.

'Yeah, I know, it's not the first time.' He sighed again.

'You have a criminal record?' I said, finishing handcuffing him.

'No, but I get arrested a lot. I don't really do anything wrong.'

'Name and age?'

'Roman Prince, seventeen.'

'Okay Roman, come with me.' I walked him over to my car and we drove back to my house. The ride was silent once more and when I finished driving, I turned towards him.

'Stay here for a second, I'll be just outside.' I said unbuckling myself.

'Okay sir,' he said, 'I don't have much of a choice though.' I nodded towards him and got out the car. I opened the door to my house.

'VIRGIL, COME DOWNSTAIRS!' I yelled before turning around and standing just outside the car.

'Yo, Dad-man.' Virgil, my son, said leaning against the door frame and taking off his headphones. He's a group 4 kid with a couple more group 4 friends he talks to sometimes.

'Hey kid,' I waved at him 'I've got a seventeen-year-old boy in the back of my car right now, and I'm going to take him to the station.'

'Is he cute?' He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. He's group 4 for a few reasons. I opened the front right door to the car.

'Hey, my son wants to know if you're cute.'

'I really wanna say yes, sir.'

'He said yes.' I told Virgil

'Sir?' I leaned my head back into the car.

'Yes?'

'If I may, is your son cute?' Roman said fiddling with his handcuffs.

'Hey, kid?'

'Yeah, pops?' Virgil called from the door.

'The criminal wants to know if you're cute.' Virgil snickered lightly.

'Tell him I'm more hot.' Jeez kids slang. I don't understand it. Why would Roman want to know Virgil is warm? I sighed.

'He said he's more hot.' Roman smiled and bit his tongue a little.

'Does your son have a name?'

'Hey, can I tell him your name?' I yelled at Virgil again.

'Yeah,' He shrugged.

'His name's Virgil.' I said with a sigh. God, I'm not these kid's messenger.

'That's a cool name.'

'I know, I named him. Now, wait here while I call the station.' I said closing the car door and taking out my walkie-talkie.

'Hey dad, can I talk to Mr.Criminal?' He asked walking over to the car.

'Hmm, I see no harm in that.' I shrugged and called the station as Virgil got into the back, opposite side to Roman.

'Officer Black?'

'I have a seventeen year old, space to come in and question?'

'Sorry Sir, We're at full capacity. A group of teens got arrested at a house party for drugs and we have 6 drunk drivers in as well. Make sure the kid isn't drunk and he can probably go.'

'Alright.' I pressed a button on my walkie-talkie and sighed once more. This kid doesn't seem like he could do any harm.

I turned back to the car and opened the door. Virgil and Roman were laughing about something and both of them were lightly blushing. I might not get slang, but I'm a cop for a reason. I coughed rather loudly.

'Oh! Hey Dad!'

'Hi Sir.'

'Everyone out the car.' I said and both kids did just that.

'What's good, dad?'

'So, they said Roman can go as long as he's not drunk.'

'Aw. Shame.' Virgil said looking up at Roman.

'Yeah...' Roman said looking at Virgil and scratching the back of his neck. I sighed again. God I need to stop sighing.

'If you wish to Roman, you may stay and, as the kids say, "hang out" with Virgil.' Roman and Virgil's faces lit up before returning to a plain casual face.

'Pft. Cool. I guess.'

'Yeah, doesn't sound too bad.'

I sighed, it's like that's the only thing I can do.

~ Time skip ~

[Virgil's POV]

After hanging out with Roman for a few hours I never knew about being, what my dad calls a 'group 1'. He only got arrested today because everyone else wanted him to come along and he obliged. He would have become a 'group 4' with me, Patton and Remus if he didn't go. He wouldn't fit being a 4. I'm a bit surprised he wasn't a group 4 in the first place. He's gay. The 1's don't have any gays in their group. Or, well, they didn't.

'Oh shit, look at the time!' He said checking his phone. I looked over his shoulder and it was 10:37. He was released at about 2:56. Wow.

'Time flys when your gay-ing out I guess.' I mumbled under my breath. I didn't think he heard me.

'Yeah, I suppose it does.' He said with a chuckle. My cheeks flushed a bright red.

'Uh..I..um- I'll show you to-uh..the door.' He flashed a bright smile at me and nodded.

'I'm showing Roman out Dad!' I called before shutting the door behind me and Roman.

'Today was nice.' He said, putting his hands in his pockets.

'Yeah, other than you getting arrested.'

'Nah. That was alright.' He gazed around my porch and wouldn't meet my eyes.

'How so?' I asked.

'I met you. And your Dad. That's cool.'

'Hmm. Yeah, I don't think we would've talked without you having shitty friends.' He chuckled again looking at his feet.

'You're right.' He took a step closer to me so we were only a couple inches apart. He looked me in the eye. 'You were wrong about what you said earlier though.'

'W-What do you...uh...mean?' I knew my cheeks were bright red and the stutter didn't help at all. He moved his head down so I could feel his breath. He smiled and whispered

'You're really cute.'

I smiled back and we both leaned in forward.

Then....

'HURRY UP VIRGIL! YOU'LL CATCH A COLD!'

The moment was ruined. Roman laughed and I rolled my eyes with a chuckle.

'Your dad must really worry about you.' Roman laughed.

'Shut up.' I said. He laughed again.

'Make me.' He smirked

'If I must.' I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. It was quite long and every moment was pure bliss. Fireworks went off in my mind. Because I have lungs, I pulled away panting as much as Roman was.

'That was....' I started

'Perfect.' he finished, looking at me smiling.

'Yeah...' I mumbled just looking at him. I finally regained my breath and I guess I couldn't help myself. I pulled him in again. It was a much deeper kiss this time. My hands found themselves tangled in his hair while his arms were around my waist. Once again we pulled away panting. He laughed a little at me and pointed at my lips.

'What?' I asked lightly, still out of air.

'Their....blue.' He said between pants. I touched my lips and laughed a little. We both caught our breath and we decidedly depart.

'Well, my prince, I must let you go,' I said pulling my other hand back and stepping towards the door.

'Till' tomorrow then,' He said beginning to walk away.

'Till' tomorrow.' I whispered stepping inside. I closed the door behind me and sunk to the floor with a big dopey grin on my face.

'I told you he would catch a cold!' I heard pops say.

'Yeah Lo, his lips are totally blue from a cold.' I hear my Dad say.

'He might be sick!'

'He's not ssssick.' I looked up and my dads were stood, arms crossed at each other.

'What's his name?' Dad said sitting on the floor next to me.

'Dee, Virge, the floor is not clean nor good for your backs.'

'Come have a fathers-son moment with us Lo!' He grabbed his arms and pulled him down with us.

'Roman.' I said still grinning.

'Oooh! Roman, huh! Is he cute?'

'Oh yeah!' I said sharply and quickly as if it was the most obvious thing ever. My dad laughed and Pops just rolled his eyes and pushed up his glasses.

'Thanks for arresting him, papa.'

'Wait- Lo arrested him!?' Dad asked.

'Yes Dee.' He proceeded to explain about the group 1's he saw and restraining Roman and us hanging out for 7 hours and 41 minutes. Dee looked absolutely shocked when Logan finished.

'A group 1!' Dee nudged me with his elbow, 'Is he one of the rich ones?'

'Dad!' I pushed him a bit.

'Dee, he's very clearly rich, he had an expensive phone and brand of shoe.'

'Pops!'

'It's just the facts.' He said, re-fixing his tie.

We stayed there talking for a while before I decided to call it a night. I fell asleep with Roman on my mind.