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Logan didn't know what went through his mind when he applied to study in Monaco and somehow managed to secure the highest percentage scholarship offered for it (thanks to his very active and spectacular academics, as well as extracurricular sports) but clearly, he was at the end of his wits.
Because there's no way, no way, he willingly put himself to live in one of the most costly countries on earth. Was he supposed to starve his way through college and live on the streets?
Living in Monaco with no financial backing is simply not possible. And one, Logan clearly didn't have any backing for his financial situation.
Two, the university doesn't offer a full ride scholarship, that means Logan would still need a way to pay those damned fees.
Three, Logan has definitely lost his mind as he immediately applied for a student-visa, just to finally get out of this damn country.
Logan sighed as he looked around the room he rented in a shared apartment in the country’s residential area, Monte Carlo, since a year ago. He had truly lost his mind.
“Logan! Are you home?” the blonde heard the familiar voice of his roommate, Lando Norris, calling for him. Logan met Lando through mutual discord server a few years ago, the brit was probably the reason behind his gutsy action of applying to Monaco in the first place.
“You should apply here so we can meet up,” Lando jokingly suggested as they were playing COD together.
“I'm not made out of money. Behind you, Lan,” he warned his friend as a slippery player annoyingly escaped his sniping.
“I'll rent out a room in my apartment for cheap.”
Logan chuckled at that time, amused. “Bet.”
It was merely a joke but somehow Logan was accepted.
“I'm accepted.”
“...I'll draw up the contract and send it to you through email, if you're still up for it?”
“...sure.”
“In my room, Lan!” he yelled, eyes still stuck on the pile of english essays he has to correct, he has struck up a deal with his former high school for extra money on top of his part-time job at the Starbucks downtown. Thank god for private school, his teacher didn't have to suffer having to pay Logan with the minimum wage she earned.
“You want something for dinner?” he could see Lando peeking his head into his room from his peripheral vision.
“Nah sorry, budget's tight right now.”
“Don't worry, it's my treat, my race went well yesterday.”
“Sure then.”
That's another thing, apparently his roommate is a racer of some sort? Although Logan isn’t sure what kind of driver he is, he seems to win a lot. No wonder he's loaded.
Oh well, worrying about that won't pay his tuition. His friend might have helped him to settle for the housing situation but it's not like Logan can ask him to pay for his tuition too. Lando isn't his sugar daddy after all. Sadly.
“Tacos alright?” the Brit walked into his room, Logan could hear his friend plopping himself down on Logan's bed. The blonde could hear the boy typing before some random tiktok trend sound replaced it.
“Yep.”
“Cool.”
The two went silent, Logan still busy with the essay on his computer and Lando scrolling through tiktok.
“By the way dude, you still looking for a job?”
“Yeah, if I want to be completely secure financially this year.”
“What happened to the Starbucks’ one?”
“They cut my hours and replaced my weekend shift.” Which sucks a lot because weekends are when Logan could work for the longest. That's a toll on his income.
“Oof, that sucks.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I've got this friend who needs a sitter for his cats-”
Logan snapped his head to Lando. “I'll do it. What's the pay?”
Lando looked at him with amusement in his eyes, “€150 a day.”
Logan eyes widened, that would not only secure his finance but also leave some to spare. “Does it need an interview? I'm free whenever- uh, before my shift that is.”
“Nah, he's been desperate since the last sitter moved. Can I send him your number? He'll contact you.”
“Of course.”
“Oh, and his name is Max.”