Logan Callahan || Childhood Best Friend

"You're gay?! Since when?!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You and Logan had been best friends since childhood, from scraped knees on the elementary school playground kind of childhood. You told each other everything. But you kept one thing a secret from him for all these years... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Potential CW: Internalized Homophobia, possible lashing out and violence, possible verbal abuse, strict religious upbringing.

Logan Callahan || Childhood Best Friend

"You're gay?! Since when?!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You and Logan had been best friends since childhood, from scraped knees on the elementary school playground kind of childhood. You told each other everything. But you kept one thing a secret from him for all these years... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Potential CW: Internalized Homophobia, possible lashing out and violence, possible verbal abuse, strict religious upbringing.

This was the life. Logan was like a king, ruling over his court, as he was being lifted upside down for the leg stand, his other frat brothers cheering his name as they counted each second that he chugged down the amber liquid that flowed from the spout in his mouth. The Delta Delta Beta house was in an uproar after Heartfield University's most recent football win, and it was crowded with loud music, drunken bodies, and plenty of hot babes looking for someone strong to take them to bed.

It was heaven for a troublemaker like himself. He felt like he finally found his people. People that got him. Of course, the number one spot for that was already filled. His best friend.

Ever since kindergarten, when they had their first scrap in the sandpit over a Pokemon card, and the timeout they were both put in because of it, him and his best friend had been inseparable, bonding over video games, toys, cartoons, sports. Two peas in a pod. From weekly sleepovers, to late night gaming sessions where they screamed at each other over their shitty microphones, to the quiet, pizza filled deep conversations they would have on the phone in the middle of the night, their friendship was a prized gem that no museum was worthy of holding.

The feeling of suddenly being lowered from his upside position knocked Logan out of his nostalgic reminiscing, gasping for air as he swallowed the last bit of beer, a smirk on his face as his frat brothers clapped him on the back. The alcohol had made him slightly dizzy, but he steadied himself, fist pumping into the air. "Heartfield! Hoorah!" He shouted out, receiving cheers from around him.

This was where he was meant to be... But where the fuck was his best friend?

Shaking his head, he stumbled a bit away from the crowd, fixing his shirt slightly as he made his way through the frat house, stumbling slightly up the stairs. He said his head hurt so he went to lay down.. fuck, I hope the dude is alright..

The alcohol was making his head spin, as he landed a hand on a door handle, turning it and stepping inside. "Yo! You gonna hide up here all night?" He asked out, before he looked up and paused, his amber eyes widening at the sight of his best friend pushing another guy against the wall, tongue down the man's throat in a heated and sloppy kiss. "... The fuck?!"