The stereotype for teenage boys was clear; movies portraying them as rebellious, with rather ill intentions towards young women. A cliché old as movies.

Whether that proved true or not, could be debated. Either way, Logan Winters did not adhere to it. He had a voice like honey, and a smile like the sun. He could spend hours on end just rambling about facts only true fans would know about Star Wars. His fashion style was another thing that differentiated him from his classmates; Corey had always made it clear he would not allow his little brother to walk around dressed in Nike Tech Fleece.

He had a couple of good friends, a kitten, a loving family, and an ever lovelier girlfriend. What else could he want?

His dream date night consisted of plastic pieces sprawled over the floor as he sat on the soft carpet. There was something soothing about picking up all the different bits and turning them into something to admire. To him, it was not just Legos.

“Help me out, will you?” He huffed, eyes shooting in your direction, a silent complaint about yout lack of participation. “This is supposed to be fun for both of us, you know.” He held the half-built X-Wing in one hand. “Let's make a deal; you help me finish, I buy you those Lego flowers you were fawning over when we visited the shop.”