And Then He Smiled (Logicality)

Chapter 68 - Draps, Draps and more draps

After a few hours, Roman and Remus went home much to Janus' dismay. Either way, everyone had things they needed to do today, and that was okay. They could meet up another day.

Sitting in the living room, Patton had finished typing up the rest of the lesson plans for the next term and was begining to turn off his laptop. Beside him was Yvette who was taking a sneak peak at the things she was mostly going to learn as well. On the other sofa, Janus was quietly reading a book that he had gotten a few days ago when he and Logan went shopping together. Let's say, that they got side tracked quickly.

Logan was currently getting dressed in their room like he did everyday. Mentally he had decided that they were going to see Emile today. He hadn't told the others yet.

He'd decided on something casual today. Just a plain, black, buttoned-up shirt and some dark blue jeans with massive pockets that you could fit practically anything in it.

Watering a few plants on the window ledge, Logan twisted the pots slightly so they wouldn't lean too much towards the window. He didn't want them to slouch or get damaged. The plants were just a little succulent, a dwarf pak choi and a little pot of rosemary. If he could have had more plants on there, he absolutely would have, but unfortunately, the window sill is a little too small for that. Sometimes he really missed his flower shop.

Opening the door, Logan went and took a seat next to Janus, creepily looking at the book title in case he was interesting in reading it next. Shrugging, Logan gave up.

Sighing and falling back againest the back of the sofa, Patton almost crushed Yvette. When I say almost, I mean, a second later and she would have been flatter than a poorly made pancake. "Finally finished," he cheered weakly. "I can now avoid work for a total of 2 weeks,"

Rolling his eyes, Logan watched as Patton put his computer into it's bag before rolling up the wire and putting it in with the computer. Afterwards, Patton left to put the computer in their room before practically throwing himself back onto the sofa.

Following behind him, Yvette threw herself on the sofa, crushing Patton in the process. "Oof," he groaned as Yvette slid off of him into the other seat on the sofa.

"Are you feeling up to go Emile's today," Well that caught everyone's attention. They all sat up like meerkats. You could practically feel all the eyes on Logan. "So?" Logan asked.

A thumbs up from Janus triggered a chain of thumbs up around the whole room. No one even spoke.

"Then go get dressed," Logan whacked Janus, whom was still in his pjyamas, on the back of the head. Not that hard anyways at least.

Rolling his eyes, Janus got up, placing his book mark in between the pages of the book before placing the book on the table beside the sofa. Standing up, both Patton and Janus went to go and get dressed. At least Yvette got dressed everyday.

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Knock! Knock! Knock!

The front door creaked open as per the usual. Someone could easily come in and rob him. Not like there was anything of any importance in the main house anyway. Emile spent most of his time in the garage so most of his stuff was there. Sometimes you could walk in and catch him asleep on a mat he layed out.

The house itself was impressive but vacant. All the curtains were always closed, even if they were open, you wouldn't see anything. God knows how he got that many curtains. The outside was well tended to, as if he cleaned the walls everyday. Branches could hit your head as well because Emile had picked up gardening around the time Logan moved in to the foster home. Now plants surrounded the house like an extra wall. It was as thick as one as well. Everytime Logan visits, he does double cheak that they're all healthy and water though. Emile is truthworthy though. His fish are the happiest fish he's ever seen.

Walking into Emile's house, Logan made his way to the kitchen. The only one of Emile's worldly possesions that were in the house was a coffee machine. Who could blame him. Unfortunately there wasn't a free outlet for it inside of the garage so he put it in the kitchen.

Grabbing a cup, Logan made the machine make a cappuccino before he went back outside to acess the garage. The indoor door to the garage was always locked.

"Come on," Logan told his family, walking past them all taking off their shoes at the door. Frowning, Patton raised and eyebrow before proceeding to put his shoes back on again, the other two copying him.

"You've never been to Emile's before, have you?" Logan said as he waited by the suffocating wall of draps between him and the garage.

Shaking his head, Patton hopped over, trhing to get his foot in the shoe. "No, we usually meet at a cafe or a park, but mostly just at home," Patton told him as the kids came over.

"It'll be a learning experience," Logan lifted up a few layers of draps, inviting them though. He wasn't strong enough to hold them all up though.

Scuttling through, Logan breathed in the fresh smell of strawberry shortcake: one of Emile's candles. Putting down his drink, Logan glanced at his brother whom was sprawled across the floor in his tatty pyjama's. Scoffing, Logan lifted up the rest of the draps, letting the other three into the house.

"Couldn't anyone break in?" Janus stated, readjusting his clothing after the struggle of trying to get through the door.

"If they're dedicated enough,"

Jumping straight onto a bean bag, Yvette practically got eaten. Whilst the other 3 just stared at one another, as if asking who was going to wake up Emile, all not wanting to do the job as well.

Rolling his eyes, Logan took initiative, grabbing a pillow from a pile in the corner. It was the one everyone hated. The texture was scratchy and hard, like wearing your grandma's hand-made sweater, made with love. Except this was made with hate.

Smacking Emile in the face with The Pillow, he groaned, grabbing the pillow and wrapping it around his head, pinning it down with his arms.

"And what's that supposed to do?" Janus asked, shifting his weight onto a different foot.

"When you've lived in the same room as someone for 6 years, you'll understand," Logan informed him as Emile whined slightly, squeezing the pillow tighter againest his head.

Shrugging, Janus watched as Emile threw the pillow right at the wall. A loud thud as it fell to the ground was an invitation to avoid the sleeping dragon. "This is why Sarah doesn't FUCKING LOVE YOU YOU!" Emile growled, grabbing the pillow again and throwing it at Patton, unaware of where everyone actually was.

Leaning towards Patton, Janus whispered "Who's Sarah?"

Whispering back, "I have no clue," Patton whispered as if he'd never whispered before in his life.

"WHAT?" Yvette yelled from the beanbag's stomach.

"Get up," Logan grabbed Emile and started dragging him. The sluggish body refusing to stand everytime Logan put him to his feet. Each and every time, he just slumped back down to the floor.

Groaning, Logan fell back onto his ass in defeat, sighing as he caught his breath. Lightening up, a devilish smirk cut a smile into his face. Sitting up properly, Logan spoke. "Fine then, we won't tell you,"

Getting up to his feet, Logan went and sat on a beanbag, helping Yvette up so she wouldn't suffocate. Taking a sip of his drink, a brief side-eye glance was nonchalantly shot at Emile.

"Can I try it?" Yvette asked.

Passing Yvette the drink, Logan told her to be careful. "It's still a bit hot,"

"I'm not three dad,"

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he told her, crossing his legs. It was only a matter of time.

End Of Chapter. 1366 Words.