l o g a n. || . .
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?
x. Mood; embarrassed.
x. crush; Cooper.
Okay, its the eyes, Logan admitted to himself in his head, unknowingly saying this aloud as Cooper's eyes widened, and a pout was on his lips. As soon as the boy's face split back into that smug grin, he flopped backwards off the bed, hanging off slightly. "Nope, nope, Logie's fine!" He declined 'Sweetheart.' "Though, Logie's a stupid name. Embarrassing, I mean." He murmured, "I didn't imply anything, and I chose to room with you because I know you."

























