Hello, people who are reading this. I've recently began watching Thomas Sanders's video, namely the Sander Sides. I fell in love with the series, channel and him (he's an angel). I'm desperate for new fanfics, so I'm writing my own.
My work is also on Wattpad (@ForevaFranticFangirl). Found this prompt on Pinterest. /pin/593841900838397788/?source_app=android
This is a romantic pairing. Enjoy!
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He should have been here 50 minutes ago.
Patton checked his watch for what must have been the millionth time that night. 17:50. Tonight was supposed to be the perfect casual date with his boyfriend, Damien. They planned this date two weeks ago.
'They' being Patton trying to reconnect with his lover. The two had grown apart dramatically the last few weeks, but Patton wasn't going to give up the relationship so easily. Relationships were hard work, but if both parties were willing to put in some effort, the rewards were worth it. Too bad their romance was one-sided.
Where is he?
Patton picked up his phone again and sent out another text.
Damien, where are you? I'm not mad, but you were supposed to meet me at the restaurant. Date night, remember? Please call me!
The previous 8 messages and 5 calls were received, but still unanswered.
He picked up his glass of water and took a big gulp, his adam's apple bobbing. After setting it back down on the placemat, he tapped nervously on his knee with his finger.
The tension in the air was so strong, it could have been cut with one of the chef's knives. It felt as if the whole room knew of his situation- that he had been stood up by none other than his boyfriend. They kept stealing glances at him, before leaning over and whispering in their partner's ear. The elderly couple across him were regularly giving him sympathetic looks, as if they wished they could change the situation, mend his hurting heart.
The waitress- Helena, he discovered, quickly sweeping over the nametag pinned to her chest- came over again. Her strides were fast, her movements short and irritable. She kept tapping her ballpoint pen against the little notebook in her hand, and swiping at the strands of her short, brown hair. She was getting quite impatient.
"Are you ready to order your meal now, sir?" She asked, placing emphasis on the now. Her jaw was slightly clenched, her eyes a bit squinted. She was trying, and failing, to stay polite.
"I just need a few more minutes, please," Patton answered, giving the stout woman a little smile.
Helena gave a sniff and a forced, "Sure", before stomping away.
I can't do this anymore.
Patton gave a long sigh and picked up his cellphone again. 18:25. Swiping at the screen, he typed:
You know what? Forget it. I've been waiting 85 minutes for you. I tried to make the relationship work. I even planned this date. There was going to be a suprise at the end- for you! But this clearly not working. I think we need to take break.
His thumb wavered above the send button for about two seconds, then crashed down onto the icon.
I shouldn't feel guilty. He's the one standing me up, ignoring me, pushing me away. This is not my fault.
What was done, was done. Patton didn't feel like sitting around anymore. Just when he was about to call the waitress for the bill, a man rushed over to his table and plopped down on the seat across him.
He looked around Patton's age, with neatly combed brown hair and big, dark brown eyes framed by sleek black glasses. His glasses held a resemblance to his, but we're a little more slim. He wore a tidy outfit- a black, short sleeved button up shirt and long, khaki trousers. A striped blue necktie hung around his throat. He had a dignified, business-like aura around him. His look just screamed intelligence. All and all, his was handsome.
The stranger seated across Patton exclaimed quite loudly, "I'm so sorry I'm late, sweetheart. I had to stay later than normal, and the traffic was just disastrous."
The man leaned forward and added quietly, "My name is Logan. Just follow my lead. I will explain afterwards."
Patton swallowed and plastered a smile on his face. He greeted the man- Logan- and engaged in some light-hearted, causal chatter. Helena, the now cheerful waitress, bounced up to their table. Patton was about to interject, saying he didn't want anything, when his stomach gave loud rumble.
Gosh, that's embarrassing.
Logan's lips twitched and he said in a amused tone, "I think I have kept my partner waiting long enough." He then proceeded to order for them both, after asking Patton what he wanted. The waitress bounded away to place their order.
Logan turned his head back to Patton. "I promised you a explanation," he said, re-adjusting his glasses.
Patton nodded.
"I noticed when I walked in that you were anxious, sitting alone at a table for two. You kept looking at your phone and glancing at your watch. I am correct in assuming your date didn't show up?"
Patton lowered his gaze to his empty glass. "Yeah, my boyfriend didn't show. We've been in a rough patch lately. I guess he got bored with me. He read my texts, but didn't answer." His heart felt heavy as he looked up at the man across him.
Logan's brows were furrowed together. "I may not know you all that well, but I can already tell that you are an extraordinary person. If he can not see that, he doesn't possess a damsel of intelligence."
Patton felt warmth spread through his chest at the man's words.
"Thanks. For everything you've done. I'm Patton, by the way."
"It is my absolute pleasure, Patton. I think that even though tonight didn't start as you hoped, we can still make it memorable."
The two men continued to talk through the night. They learned more about another every minute, and joked as they ate their delicious meal. Far too soon, the restaurant was closing up.
Patton took out his wallet to pay for the bill, but Logan stopped him with a look, and placed his hand on Patton's.
"I'm paying."
"But that's not fair, I-"
"You provided me a delightful evening with joyfully banter- and your presence." Logan peered over his glasses.
Patton fiddled with the sleeves of the cardigan tied around his shoulders. "If you insist."
Logan pulled out a wad of notes and paid for the expenses. The pair exited the restaurant, side by side, and walked down the steps.
Patton looked at the second man beside him.
"Thank you again, Logan. I had a wonderful time."
Logan smiled at him. "I did as well." He suddenly looked on edge, his eyes darting to the side before coming to rest on Patton's face again.
"I suppose it wouldn't be such a absurd idea to request your company again?"
"Logan, are you asking me on a date?"
"I-Yes. Yes, I am."
Patton beamed up at the other man. "I would love to. And I'm getting the bill next time."
Logan's lips turned upwards. "Deal."
The couple exchanged numbers and Patton planted a kiss on the other's cheek.
"I'll see you around." He did a little wave and walked in the direction of his flat.
Damien who?
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Wow, a total of 1173 words (excluding author's notes). That's a lot for a new author. I hope you liked it. Feel free to leave a comment. Until next time, take it easy guys, gals and non-binary pals!
Peace out!