Sanders Sides Oneshots

(Logicality) A lovely night

(A collab I did with the amazing and lovely AmethystPlays pls check out their account, they're an amazing writer!)

It was a quiet night, the air was crisp and cool, a perfect night for a small get together. Patton shuffled nervously throughout the crowd of proper and sophisticated people, his parents' work friends, a small get together to his parents was not at all how it sounded. A small get together for them were many people dressed in expensive clothes and glittered with just as expensive accessories filling a large and just as expensive house, the air was filled with the smells of expensive perfume and gourmet food that filled tables upon tables and breath that reeked of fine wine. To say that Patton was uncomfortable was a complete understatement, sure he was the son of well-known entrepreneurs, but the luxurious life was definitely not for him. He had a rather large allowance, meaning he had no reason to find a job, his parents had tried spoiling him as a child, took him to the best private schools there was until he reached high school and he demanded to go to a public school, his parents were reluctant and honestly quite a bit horrified, but then when Patton had lied through his teeth saying it'd be an amazing insight and how he'd be able to experience school life through a lower class perspective and share his thoughts, his parents did not hesitate to enroll him to the closest public school there was.

Patton was rather happy after that. He made friends, real friends, people who didn't take advantage of him and his money. These friends were people he could trust, people he could go to wherever he needed a shoulder to cry on, people who made him feel human and normal.

So, yes.

Patton was uncomfortable.

But his parents had insisted, and he couldn't say no, so there he was, in the middle of a large crowd, dressed in an expensive suit and tie and choking on the stench of expensive cologne. “My what a handsome young lad you are.” A woman stalked up to him, dark lipstick painted her rather large lips, makeup dusted over her high and sharp cheekbones, dangling from her ears were large earrings glittering so much they nearly blinded the poor boy. Patton fidgeted uncomfortably as she leaned forward, flaunting her body to him, he coughed and took a small step back, “ah..thank you, but I should really get going, so…bye!” he scurried off, not bothering to know where he was heading, just knowing that he had to get as far away from the swelling crowd as possible

In the end, he really didn't end up anywhere outside of the house, it was like a maze in there, but he had managed to find a crowd smaller and calmer than the one he had been in earlier, he sighed and trudged over to a couch where he tiredly plopped himself down. Soft chatter and clinking of wine glasses surrounded him, he breathed and allowed his eyes to slide shut, he allowed himself to calm down and gather his thoughts, he had to come up with a plan on how to survive the rest of the night without being predated again. He whined, his brows furrowed and his forehead creased with turmoil, the sounds around him suddenly became irritating.

A soft noise dragged him away from his thoughts, he jumped and abruptly sat up, his eyes snapping open, he idly looked around and noticed that the people around him didn't seem to be disturbed by the noise, he huffed and slumped his shoulders. Perhaps he was hearing things?

The noise started again, this time making itself know, Patton jerked his chin towards the source of said noise, and there it was. Across from where he sat, was a grand piano, and behind the piano sat a boy who looked just about Patton's age, his face was sharp but still had its boyish qualities, despite his looks, the boy looked rather miserable. “Play a song for us, boy!” a drunken man demanded from the crowd, Patton grimaced as the boy remained unfazed and automatically did as told, like a robot. But in an instant, his concerns were washed away when the boy created such a beautiful sound from the instrument it almost knocked him from where he sat. The tone was light and jovial, his body swayed with the flow of the music, yet something still felt off. This music was rehearsed and practiced and had timed climaxes and a perfect end, it was a song already made, already completed. It seemed to bother the boy too because when Patton rested his gaze on him he could not dismiss the way his lips twitched downwards, like a disappointed child being given a toy they already owned.

The people gathered around to listen briefly before they departed, some would stay for a good amount of time but never lingered to watch like Patton who remained where he sat, his eyes transfixed on the boy behind the piano.

The boy's fingers pressed the keys of the piano delicately, and Patton was pulled into a trance. This boy's music danced its way into Patton's ears, being sure to leave marks so Patton would never forget what the song sounded like.
And then, Patton focused on the boy's facial features. He was quite handsome, with dark brown hair that was slicked back almost perfectly and rectangular glasses that made his hazel eyes pop in the glittering light of the chandelier above him. He leaned closer, his lips slightly parted curiously as he imagined talking to this boy.
Suddenly, the boy looked up and met his eyes for a moment, almost instantly hitting the wrong key and messing up. Thankfully, the only person listening was Patton. Patton blushed and quickly looked away as the boy did the same. He felt as if his heart would burst out of his chest as he glanced back at the boy sitting at the piano. The male sighed and stood, making his way to Patton with a cocked eyebrow.

"Pardon me, I couldn't help but notice you taking an interest in my music," he spoke. Patton just about melted, quickly looking at him with a smile.
"Yeah... You play beautifully. I'm Patton." he grinned. The boy gave him a small smile.
"My name is Logan. Thank you for the compliment. I would much rather play one of my own pieces. Sadly, my father believes I must entertain by playing pieces that are quote-on-quote, "More classical."."
Patton rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Creativity exists so that we can share it and be ourselves. I'd love to hear one of your pieces sometime." he hummed, patting the seat next to him. Logan sat with a contented smile.
"I'd love to show you sometime, Patton." he grinned, sitting with absolutely amazing posture as if he had to impress someone. Patton tilted his head. "Relax. I'm not judging you," he spoke softly.

Logan instantly slouched a little, looking away shyly.
"My apologies. I am accustomed to impressing my father." he chuckled nervously.
"Oh, it's fine. My parents always want me to be some rich kid who's perfect in every way. In the end, I just want to be me." Patton shrugged.
"I think you're perfect..." Logan muttered, gazing at Patton softly. Patton slowly turned his head and smiled at him.
"You do...?"
"Absolutely."
Patton chuckled and fidgeted with his fingers, looking down at his lap.
"A lovely night, isn't it...?"