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(Logan Wright and Micah Randall 1x1 RP)
Meet the Randalls
Micah squeezed Logan’s hand. “Both me and Logan know what loss feels like. I think that’s why we connected so easily. Honestly…I’m the same way. When I met Logan…I couldn’t cope. I couldn’t cope with my emotions, and Logan helped me through that.” Micah nodded. “We are kind different with with each other, aren’t we Logan? I think we step just a little bit out of our comfort zone. I think that’s a good thing.
Micah laughed. “Not right off the bat, Lo, come on, geez. But I couldn’t come to hate you, because at least you talked to me. Something kind of magic happened at one point…and I just fell…fell hard. I didn’t think…there was no hope for me, so I didn’t tell you. That’s why.” Micah squeezed Logan’s hand again. “I love you too.”
Mr. Randall sighed. “Any insight what this ‘idea’ might be? One way or another, wait two years, then get married. have my blessing.”
Hearing Micah stand up for him made his heart swell even more. He knew in that moment that he had truly found the one. He always thought that person would be Julian but then he’d died and everything changed for him. He hated his friend for leaving him alone but then had to wonder if perhaps Micah showing up was Julian’s gift to him. Either way, it had worked and all his dreams were coming true. The hardest part for him would be waiting two years to marry his amazing fiancee. “I definitely step out of my comfort zone. I’m not an overly emotional guy. I usually show one side to me but Micah changed me. Showed me that there’s more to me than the anger. That I was capable of loving someone and having them love me back. I know that sounds cliche but its true. He’s my person.”
He looked at his fiancee’s father and bit his lip, wondering if he should name off his plans for the future. He hadn’t even told Micah yet and it kind of scared him to admit. “I have a few ideas. I… its stupid. I couldn’t do it.” He said, his insecurities coming to light. “I want to be a psychologist specializing in anger disorders. I mean, I figure I’d have somewhat of an edge when the time came, you know? Its stupid but with today’s technology, I want to find a cure or ways to handle anger. Better than the way I have too.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “Either that or I want to be a journalist. Anything is better than following in my father’s footsteps.” He said, chuckling softly, giving Micah’s hand a squeeze.
Meet the Randalls
Mr. Randall took a deep breath. “So you’ve lost someone too. Is that what this is about?” Mr. Randall asked and turned to Micah.
"It’s more than that. People at Dalton, well they weren’t really bullying me, but they weren’t very nice to me either. Basically just giving me the silent treatment. Logan, at least he talked to me at first. We did not always get along, but things shifted. When his friend died, I was there…because I know how that is. I had…I think even then I was in love with him, so I couldn’t just leave him. It didn’t seem right."
Mr. Randall nodded. “So two years, huh? Okay, if you wait those two years, then I can give you my blessing. Listen now, I want Micah to be graduated from high school, and in college. I want you to think about what you are going to do with your life, Logan. Not for my sake, but for Micah’s. Well, I could make it difficult, I could pull Micah out of school, but I doubt that would stop anything.”
Logan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and nodded. “Yes. I lost my best friend in a tragic accident over the summer and while it wasn’t due to bullying or a suicide, it was still a loss. And one that affected me greatly. I honestly don’t know what I’d be doing now if it wasn’t for Micah. I probably would have dropped out of school or something. And I know I’m probably the last person you want marrying your son but he saved me. I’m not that person you’ve probably heard about on the news. Not with Micah.”
He listened to Micah recall his experience at Dalton and he bit his lip. He knew Micah was sugarcoating a lot of it but if he wanted to marry Micah, he’d keep his mouth shut. “I… you were? But I’d given you no reason to be. I was a stubborn ass, chasing after someone unattainable. Why didn’t you say anything sooner, babe?” He asked, completely ignoring the fact that Mr. Randall was in the room. “I love you so much.” He said, before turning back to look at his future father-in-law.
"It will be hard but I can wait. I… I want all those things for him as well. I wouldn’t dream of just doing this on a whim. I have an idea of what I want to do with my life but it goes against everything my father wants for me. It’ll be a struggle to do my own thing but with Micah by my side, I’m sure I’ll manage. I just… please believe me when I say that Micah is my whole world and I’ll spend every waking hour of my life proving that to him." He said, kissing the back of Micah’s hand before giving it a hard squeeze.
Great now I’m blushing more.
So throw the guitar down, get naked, and let me have my way with you
Meet the Randalls
"Those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it Logan. Micah is my son, my only son. One day, if you are lucky, you’ll find out what it’s like to be a father. I love Micah, but also want to protect him. When you have a child coming home, being bullied like he was, you want to fix it. I’ll admit, I don’t understand a lot of things about Micah, probably never will."
Mr. Randall sighed. “You have a lot of growing up do Logan.” He pointed at his son. ”That goes for you too. Have you forgotten so easily about college? All your life you said how you would become more than just a factory worker. Have you given up on that so quick?”
Micah shook his head. ”No. I have plans, I do. But I know…I know I want to marry Logan too. As soon as I can, that’s what I want. Logan wants to wait until I graduate…so that’s what I want too. Life is short. Logan and I…we have people who taught us that. So I want to take advantage of it. School, those types of things, I haven’t given up on them either.”
Logan could feel his anger raging inside him and he dropped Micah’s hand to run it through his hair. “Mr. Randall. I love your son with everything I have. When my best friend died, Micah was there. Even though he didn’t have to be, he was. People don’t like me and for good reason. I’m an asshole. I’m still an asshole. But not to your son. He makes me want to be better, to get better, so that our friends can see us get married and start our lives together. I honestly don’t know why Micah chose me but he saw something in me that no one else did and I stuck to him like glue. If that makes me a bad person, then so be it. But know this, I will marry your son. Whether it be tomorrow, the end of the year, or two years from now. I have a whole year to figure out what I want to do with my life but that life means nothing without your son in it. So, I’m asking you, not only as a man in love but as a guy with a lot to lose, can I marry your son?” Logan finished, grabbing Micah’s hand again for support. “I don’t need your support, Mr. Randall, but in all honesty, I would love to have it. And so would Micah. I’ll make sure he goes to college and makes something of himself. But I can’t live without him in my life. So please don’t make me.”
What look? My hair? My lack of glasses? Grunge clothes?
Don’t forget the red cheeks. I love all of it. I’ve never wanted to ravish you more.
Look how cute he is
You are making me blush.
Good. I love that look on you
Look how cute he is
Meet the Randalls
Mr. Randall stared at Logan in disbelief. Micah squeezed Logan’s hand back and looked down. ”Micah used to come home with black eyes, and broken glasses. Sometimes his clothes were torn. Worried his mother and me to death. He wouldn’t talk about it. Then one day, he came home with four friends instead. It was kind of a relief. Then…” Mr. Randall made air quotes. “..his friend died.” Mr. Randall shook his head. ”You can do better, Micah, really.”
Micah’s eyes shot back up. “I love Logan. He loves music, and he’s good at that. He’s a good leader, both as a prefect, and as a warbler. He’s just been told what to do, all his life, with his life. Just because he doesn’t know what he’s going to to do with himself doesn’t make him a bad person.”
"Mr. Randall, sir, I know the story. He told me. It made me angry when I heard about it. But it also doesn’t change my opinion of him either. I don’t know if you’re trying to imply that I will treat him that way or what but you need to stop. I love your son. And yes, he can do a hell of a lot better than me. I tell him that everyday actually and still he stays. I didn’t pay him to be with me, I didn’t use physical force to force him into this. The only thing I’m guilty of is loving your son. I didn’t want him to fall in love with me, it just happened that way. I may be the son of a senator, Mr. Randall, but I am nothing like him." Logan said, tightening his grip on Micah’s hand as he listened to his fiancee talk.
"I may not have all the answers right now and the distance between us is going to be the ultimate test but Micah is it for me. He was there for me during a difficult part of my life and it means more to me than words could ever express. I’m not my father, I’m not scared to get my hands dirty and work to make my living. He’s pretty much cut me off entirely so after graduation, I’m penniless. But I’ll be happy because I have him." He said, tilting his head in Micah’s direction. "Now I’m going to marry your son. I was hoping it would be with your permission but it doesn’t have to be. I’m marrying him regardless of what is said here today."
Meet the Randalls
Mr. Randall took another breath, and drummed his hands on the table. “Okay. Let’s start there. Do you…do you Logan know why Micah has a year left of high school? I’m guessing the two of you are about the same age, am I right? Second of all…do you have any idea why Micah chose Dalton? I mean the place is far from home. We are not wealthy people, I’ll tell you that. Micah is there on his own merit. He’s a smart boy. But even the smartest of boys, your opportunities are limited with a high school diploma. What do you plan on doing after high school?”
Logan felt his fists starting to clench as the questions poured from Mr. Randall’s mouth. He squeezed his fiancee’s hand and nodded, biting his lip to keep from making a snippy comment. “I do, Mr. Randall. He told me about the bullying and the… death of his friend.” He said, not sure if that was the reason or not. Logan had just assumed given what he and Micah talked about sometimes. He probably should have dug a little deeper into Micah’s past but at the time, he didn’t care. Micah was in his life right now. He didn’t care what happened in his past, that’s why it was called the past. He ran his other hand through his hair, his anger subsiding thanks to Micah’s constant presence beside him. At Mr. Randall’s next question, he froze, his eyes darting back and forth from father to son. “Honestly? I have no idea. My father would expect me to major in political science and become like him but I’d rather become a custodian at Dalton than be in politics. I honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead.” Logan admitted truthfully, biting his lip again.