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Logan was cursed.
And he didn't mean that in an exaggerated or figurative sense. He wasn't just spectacularly unlucky, or saying that for no good reason.
He was actually, literally cursed, and had been for almost five years now.
It was how he had discovered the existence of magic. He had accidentally pissed off a witch - in hindsight, yelling at a mysterious old person following him home had probably been a mistake: if it hadn't let to a curse, it might have led to a kidnapping.
And, now, well... he was cursed.
No one could ever fall in love with him, or even develop any sort of crush on him.
It had at first seemed like a useless curse, when he was 12 and had no desire for romance. But now that he was a teenager, having had crushes on a variety of people, it was really starting to feel like a burden.
Like all curses, it could be broken, of course. Only his true love was immune to the curse, and could break it at first kiss.
But a kiss from anyone else would lead them to despise him: to hate him so much they never wanted to see him again. He had never kissed anyone, though, far too afraid of the curse to risk that.
He didn't believe he would ever find a true love, anyway.
And, honestly, Logan was skeptical that such a thing even existed.
(Though he had once felt that way about magic and witches and curses, and he had been very, very wrong about that.)
"Hey, hey, specs!" A voice called out as hand waved in front of Logan's face.
Logan snapped out of his thoughts, and his eyes suddenly landed on one of his friends, Roman, who was sat right beside him.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Roman continued with a teasing grin.
"My thoughts are worth much more than a penny," Logan huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. "You could not afford them."
Roman laughed, and Logan's heart skipped a beat in his chest.
(Oh, the joy of hearing the laughter of one who you adore. And, oh, the pain of a love thought unrequited.)
"It's your turn to spin," Roman said, gesturing to the bottle that was in the centre of their little group.
Remy - who was sat opposite Logan - let out an irritated huff, likely rolling his eyes behind his dark sunglasses.
"The bottle landed on you," Remy said, gesturing towards it. "So now you gotta spin it, and then kiss whoever it lands on, kay? C'mon, we haven't got all day. I haven't had a turn yet, hurry up."
Logan opened and closed his mouth a few times.
Roman turned and half-heartedly glared at Remy.
"Don't be a jerk, Rem. He doesn't have to play if he doesn't want to," Roman scolded. "Calm down."
"Well, why's he in the circle then?" Remy huffed, unaware of the fact that Logan had been so lost in thought, that he hadn't known what he'd agreed to. "Oh, whatever. I'll just spin for him."
Before Logan could stop him, Remy leant forward and spun the bottle. It spun and it spun and it spun and Logan was practically hypnotised by the long, turning movement, before it finally slowed to a stop...
... pointing at Roman.
There was a beat of silence, where Roman and Logan's eyes met, and both of their faces reddened as they stared at one another.
Then, Remus - who was sat right next to his brother - howled with laughter.
"Ha! Oh my god, that's hilarious."
Remy laughed, too, and Patton - who was sat between Remus and Remy - put his hand over his mouth to hide his own giggles out of politeness.
"You- you don't have to," Roman stumbled over his words. "If you don't want to. It's okay."
Logan had never wanted something more in his whole life. And he had never not wanted something more, either.
Kissing Roman... was something he dreamt about practically every night. He was head over heels - having so deeply fallen for Roman that it almost hurt to look at him.
He wanted to kiss him. He really, really wanted to kiss him.
But, if he did... then Roman would hate him. Roman would despise him.
He didn't want that.
He really, really didn't want that.
But... there was a small, totally illogical part of Logan's brain that told him that maybe it didn't matter. If Roman wasnt going to love him back anyway, maybe making him hate him would be easier.
And one kiss would be better than the nothing he would get otherwise.
Logan made his decision, and decided to act upon it before he could actually think it through and change his mind.
(Roman had been trying to get Logan to loosen up and be more impulsive for a while. Logan doubted that this was what Roman had intended, but he chose not to think about that any longer.)
"Okay," Logan said.
Roman's eyes widened. "Really? Okay?"
Logan nodded. "Yes, okay. I- I don't see the harm in just one kiss."
(Logan knew that Roman knew that he'd never kissed anyone before, quite unlike Roman himself. Perhaps that was why Roman was so hesitant.)
"Yes, okay! Do this quickly so I can have my turn," Remy said, clapping his hands together.
"You do realise that you do not decide when you have a turn, right?" Logan said flatly. "It is entirely random."
Remy blew a raspberry, waving his hand dismissively.
"Well, I'm never gonna get a turn if you two take so long. Now, c'mon, smooch so we can get this over with."
"Uh..." Roman trailed off, giving Logan a questioning look despite his earlier confirmation.
Logan nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare himself. Then, he shifted forward, closer to Roman.
He wasn't sure exactly what to do, especially since he had no experience kissing anybody, but, luckily, Roman seemed to understand this and took the first step. He reached up, gently taking Logan's face in his hands.
Roman paused for a moment, hesitating, before he leant in and kissed Logan.
The moment his warm, soft lips met Logan's, something shattered inside of him. For one, terrible moment, he thought it was his heart breaking.
But then he realised that he wasn't hurting. Instead, he was... happy.
So, so happy.
And when Roman pulled away, Logan didn't have time to feel any kind of dread.
He opened his eyes as Roman pulled back, looking into Roman's. He searched for any kind of hatred, but... there was nothing of the sort.
Roman was looking at him so fondly, so softly, that he couldn't possibly hate him.
Logan did not understand.
Until he did.
His eyes widened.
Before he could say anything - though he had absolutely no idea what he could even say - he was interrupted by Remus wolf-whistling.
"Ha! Get a room you two," he called out.
Roman turned and glared at his brother, breaking the moment between him and Logan.
"Shut it, Remus."
Logan... did not know what to think.
Roman didn't hate him. Roman did not hate him.
Roman... kissed him, and did not hate him.
Was the curse broken? If so, did that mean... did that mean...
Logan stared at Roman, and as the game continued - their friends moving on from the two of them - Roman turned to look back at him. He gave Logan a soft, fond smile that gave Logan wonderful butterflies in his stomach.
Roman... did Roman break Logan's curse?
Was Roman his true love?
Did Roman love Logan?
Logan reached forward, taking Roman's hand in his own and squeezing it.