[ based vaguely on a text post crossover between into the spiderverse and p!atd lmao // song is by juice wrld

warnings: language, mentions suicide and death

concept: months after logan's death, lewis is having a hard enough time without a version of his best friend from a different universe showing up

this SUCKS and is very STUPID

stay safe,
lew. ]

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After a few months, Lewis feels okay enough to go through and put the reminders of Logan back up.

The first few days after it happened, Lewis made his mother take down the photos of him and Logan in the hallway. She packed them away, along with almost all of the clothes that used to belong to the singer before Lewis got his grubby little hands on them. It helped, or at least he told himself it did.

Now, he's putting his pictures back up, one at a time. Dumb selfies that he'd printed off; professional photos of the band; hell, even an advertising photo shoot. All of them had their place on his walls.

The doorbell goes off while he's hanging up one of his favorites. It has to be over a decade old, getting closer to fifteen years or so. Taken while they were dating, a smiling, baby-faced Lewis sets a wreath of flowers on Logan's dark hair. It was for a magazine shoot, but it was a normal thing for them, given Lewis' 'gift'.

He carries the photo to the door with him instead of hanging it or putting it down first. And the sight that greets him makes him lose his grip, the frame falling towards the ground.

Luckily, the guy at the door has quick reflexes. He catches the photo and looks at it fondly, but Lewis snatches it back.

"Shit, Lew, you look so tired. When was the last time you slept?" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned. Even the voice is the same, and Lewis is about two fucking seconds from crying.

"Don't you know how fucking wrong it is to impersonate a guy who just died?" Lewis snaps, hugging the frame to his chest. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I can explain if you let me. Can I come inside?"

"No, I'm not letting you into my house! What the fuck?! Who even are you?"

"I'm Logan. Obviously."

"No, you're not! Logan died four months ago!"

"Lew, let me explain—"

Lewis shuts and locks the door, then stomps up the stairs to his room. If this were twenty years ago, he'd attribute it to a bad trip. But he hasn't taken anything at all recently that'd cause anything like this.

He barely has time to lay face-down on his bed before he hears the window opening, and that familiar voice saying, "Jeez, dude. It's nice to know that you don't change any as we get older."

"Explain. Now. Before I call the cops."

The Logan imposter walks closer and sits beside him, ignoring how badly Lewis tenses up. "My name is Logan El-Amin, obviously, and I'm twenty four. I sing in a band called With Love, and before I found myself on your doorstep, I was getting ready to meet up with my friends to go have dinner for my birthday."

"Tell me something that only me and Logan would know. Prove it," Lewis demands, turning his face away from the other guy.

"We had an affair. I cheated on my high school boyfriend."

"Common knowledge."

"I was the first person to treat you like you mattered after you moved out here."

"I've said that in interviews."

"We dated. Or, are dating. I dunno. Things are different here than they are where I'm from."

"We broke up in early 2016. Literally thirteen years ago. I was twenty two, almost twenty three, and Logan just turned twenty two-"

"No. That's not right-"

"Yeah. I think I'd know when I broke up, and when I quit my band," Lewis tells him. "Listen, if this is a complex joke or a ploy to get an autograph or something, just tell me. Don't make me go through this. Go bother Spencer or Harry-"

"Why would I bother Harry? I haven't talked to him since we broke up."

"Gods, either you just crawled out from under a rock or you really did come from somewhere else. Logan and Harry were married. After me and Logan broke up, he got with this girl named Ruby. Sometime after she died, Logan and Harry got back together. I dunno. We didn't talk for a long time."

Lewis almost jumps out of his skin when the guy lays down beside him. "Where I'm from, the band is still together. Me, Lewis, Jon, and Spencer. We released our third album, and Lewis and I are working on the fourth already. We're still together, but we almost broke up because of the drug thing. I have a friend named Ruby, and if Lew and I break up, I wouldn't mind dating her."

"Gods, this reminds me of a movie I saw one time, and if any more versions of Logan show up, I'm going to fucking scream."