If It Takes Us Years
Summary: Roman hasn’t spoken to his former best friend, Logan, in nearly two years. He has pretty much given up hope on ever making up, when he gets a call in the middle of the night asking for help. Human AU, high school/college.
Pairings: Platonic Logince, background platonic Moxiety and CALM
Warnings: Off-screen/discussed violence, description of injuries and first aid (nothing too graphic), mention of a knife, discussion of being mugged, nightmares, a bit of crying, a significant but not excessive amount of swearing, talking about feelings (yuck).
Notes: This is the first Logince focused fic I’ve written and I’m honestly really nervous about posting it? It was a spur of the moment idea and I wasn’t positive where I was going with it (there is a…slight possibility of a sequel, but idk), but the wonderful @a-lexicon-of-words assured me that it was good, so…enjoy! The title comes from a lyric in the song “Solla Sollew” from Seussical the Musical, make of that what you will (actually it’s explained in the fic). Anyway, hope you like it!
To be entirely honest, Roman hadn’t thought that Logan had meant it when he had said he was never speaking to him again. But he should never have underestimated his best friend’s stubbornness, because four months later at graduation, not a single word had been exchanged between them. And after that lonely summer, Roman was sure it was too late. Logan really was gone.
Eventually, Roman could see that it was his fault as well. And over something so stupid as the dumb writing competition. He shouldn’t have used the story that they had worked on together for months without telling Logan (or putting his name on it). The $50 prize money hadn’t been worth it, but he wished he had gotten the chance to tell Logan that he had always intended to split the money if he had won. Instead, the money was still sitting in an envelope in his dresser. He didn’t have the heart to spend it.
He was packing for college when he found it again. He held the envelope to his chest, feeling a lump rise in his throat. It had been seven months since Logan had talked to him. Roman missed him so much. He put the envelope in his backpack and continued packing through the tears clouding his vision.
Roman left for college the next day. Patton, who was one year behind him and still friends with both him and Logan, tentatively informed him that Logan had left the week before. Roman pretended not to care, but that made it real, didn’t it? Logan didn’t even say goodbye.