Parents (Prinxiety Fan-fiction)

Cookies

>Virgil<

When I got to Patton's house, it was around 1 or 1:30, I'm guessing. I checked my phone. Yup. 1:32. Patton lived four blocks away from me. Logan lived on the same street that Patton did (they were four or five houses apart) so they hung out a lot.

I knocked on the cheery sky-blue door and Patton's mom answered it, "Oh, hello Virgil!" she greeted me with a smile. "Please, come on in! Patton and Logan are in the kitchen."

I half-smiled back at her. Patton's mom was always super-nice and made the BEST sweets, which she taught Patton how to make, too. "Thanks." I told her, slipping past into the open living room and heading to the kitchen.

"Oh - and Virgil?" I looked back at her with a questioning expression. "Tell Patton not to make too many cookies for me, will you?" I cracked a smile and nodded, replying with a quick 'sure thing' before turning back around. I heard her chuckle and sit back down on their couch.

I poked my head into the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a long counter. Patton was doubled over, giggling, and Logan was hastily brushing flour off his dark blue shirt. He looked like he was trying not to laugh as well, and he was blushing slightly. An open bag of flour was on the floor, looking like it had been knocked over or dropped. A fresh tray of chocolate chip cookies was on the counter, cooling, and there was a bowl of cookie dough sitting next to it, waiting to be put out on a tray and baked.

I knocked on wall to get their attention. Patton looked up, stopped giggling as much, and gasped, "Kiddo!" he smiled brightly. Cookie dough was smeared on his cheek and there were sprinkles in his messy hair.

"Hey, dad." I said, stepping fully into the room. The room was brightly lit, with many cupboards and counters littered with baking supplies.

Logan glanced at me, brushed most of the flour off his shirt, then stooped down and grabbed the bag of flour off the floor. He stood back up and placed the flour on the counter. "Hello, Virgil." he greeted, turning back to us.

"Hey, mom." I replied, smirking in satisfaction as Logan flushed and froze out of confusion. Patton started giggling again. I walked up and grabbed the bowl of cookie dough and a spoon and leaned against the counter, scooping up some of the cookie dough and eating it, "So." I said with my mouth full, "What happened?" I nodded at Logan's flour-covered shirt.

Logan, still flustered and blushing, cleared his throat, "Well, you see - "

"Logan was putting the flour away when I was trying to get the sprinkles out of one of the top shelves. I accidentally dropped them all over me and it made a big noise, which scared Logan and made him jump, which spilled the flour all over his shirt." Patton finished for him.

I sniggered, "Well, that explains the sprinkles in your hair." Patton giggled.

Just at that moment, the oven made a dinging noise and Patton jumped up happily, "That's the next batch!" he bent down and took the tray out of the oven with these big cat-themed oven mitts. He set the tray of what looked like sugar cookies down next to the chocolate chip ones.

"That reminds me," I said as I took another bite of the cookie dough I was holding, "Your mom said not to make too many cookies."

Patton scoffed, taking off the oven mitts and placing them on the counter, "There's no such thing as too many cookies."

"Falsehood." Logan said, "An overabundance of cookies can make one ill." he turned his attention to me, "And, Virgil, that really isn't healthy."

"You're the one making cookies with your boyfriend." I pointed out, taking a rather large bite of cookie dough just to spite him.

Patton and Logan both blushed and glanced at each other. I smirked. "That - that is - we are not, I mean, that is to say - boyfriends - I do not - I mean," Logan fumbled over his words, growing more and more red by the second, "We - we are - we are just friends, Virgil."

I snorted, jabbing the spoon at them accusingly, "I'll believe it when I see it." I smirked smugly.

And then there was a knock at the door.

-Logan-

"You're the one making cookies with your boyfriend."

God I hate him.

I could feel my face heat up and I glanced at Patton. "That - that is - we are not, I mean, that is to say - boyfriends - I do not - I mean," I stuttered and stumbled over words. Why did Virgil have to tease me like that? And why did my heart have to feel like it was going to explode butterflies every time he did? Oh, wonderful, now he is smirking at me. "We - we are - we are just friends, Virgil." I managed to get out, my face thoroughly red by now.

I saw Patton shuffle a little and look a bit sad when I said 'just friends'. I glanced at him again. What was wrong? Was it something I said? He could not . . . he did not . . like me . . . . right?

Virgil snapped me out of my thoughts, snorting and saying, "I'll believe it when I see it." he pointed the end of his spoon at us accusingly.

And then there was a knock at the door, and I knew who it must be. I smiled to myself, remembering Patton and mine's plan.

Patton's mom answered the door again and welcomed the person into the house, directing him to the kitchen. I could tell Virgil recognized his voice because he dropped the spoon into the cookie dough and frantically checked his appearance. He noticed me watching and shot me a glare.

Roman strode into the kitchen, sporting a red and white long-sleeve shirt with a golden crown in the front and white jeans. Patton jumped up to greet him and Roman laughed, commenting about the sprinkles in Patton's hair. While Patton explained the whole thing again to Roman, I glanced at Virgil and tried to suppress a smirk. The shy boy was hugging the bowl of cookie dough close to him and trying to pretend like he was not staring at Roman, even though he most certainly was.

"Well, that also explains the flour all over Logan." Roman chuckled as Patton finished his explanation, "I was going to ask about that, too." then he noticed Virgil and his eyes lit up, "Virgil!" he grinned brightly.

Virgil smiled a little, too (and I saw him blush lightly), "Hey, Roman."

"Patton didn't tell me you were here, too." He said, glancing at Patton. Patton just shrugged with a sly kind of smile.

"Well, now that we are all here," I said, "Why not finish these cookies?" I took the bowl of cookie dough away from Virgil, who hissed in protest, and handed it to Roman. "Keep this away from him, please." I told him, "Patton, would you mind getting out the m&m's while I find another cookie tray?"

Roman agreed, Patton nodded, Virgil gave Roman a puppy-dog-eye look, pleading to have the cookie dough back, and we got to work.