We're Here For a Reason

Chapter Eight

After checking that Emil was in bed and Mathias wasn't nearby; Lukas got into bed and opened his laptop. It was the only light in his pitch black room. Frowning deeply, he started with searching their address. Not much came up. Sighing he bit his lip before typing 'Magnus Mathias Jensen' along with the date. A few small news articles came up, the names making his stomach churn slightly.

Taking a deep breath Lukas clicked on the first one. His stomach dropped at what he read. But he continued. Reading into his family members. A mother and father, though there wasn't much information about them. Then he had three younger sisters. Lukas frowned, one looked familiar...

His eyes widened, recognizing the curled blonde hair and brown eyes. It was the woman who sold this house. It took him a moment to remember her name. Liv. It made sense on why she would want to sell it, but it still made him a bit sad. Sighing, he knew he'd need to talk more with Mathias.

***

Emil hated waking up early for school, but he was a bit excited to see his new friends. Though, today he was hesitant. Lukas seemed uneasy, but was obviously trying to hide it from Emil. So the boy decided not to ask about it. "Ready?" Lukas asked. Nodding, Emil grabbed his bag.

The drive was mostly silent, until Lukas spoke again. "Are you liking school?" He was still distracted, but Emil ignored it once more. "I guess... I made some friends.."

"Well that's good. Who are they?"

"Um... Matthew, Alfred.. And Erica."
Lukas gave him a small smile.

"I bet they're sweet."

Emil sighed and nodded, the two falling back into silence. Lukas pulled into the drop-off area of the parking lot, lots of other cars and kids causing noise around them. "Have a good day Emil," he kissed his head. "Bye Lukas.." He got out, weaving between taller students and into the school.

The Icelander froze when his hand was grabbed, but relaxed when he saw an excitable American. "Come get breakfast with us!" Alfred wasn't very good with the language, usually mixing in English for words he didn't know. He pulled him to a line where Matthew was trying to talk to Erica, but were having trouble hearing each other.

Emil smiled a bit. He liked having friends. Especially ones that included him in the group, even if he wasn't sure what they were talking about half the time. The accents and slight language barrier didn't help, but it was still enjoyable to him...

***

Work left Lukas exhausted. He checked the time and sighed, hurrying to start his car and leave this awful place. Checking the time again, he suppressed a groan. He needed to pick up Emil. Before he could pull out, his phone rang. Eyebrows furrowing, he answered the unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Lukas?" Emil asked from the other end. Lukas frowned a bit, starting to pull out of the parking lot, "Who's phone do you have? This isn't the schools..."

"This is Arthur's phone. That's Alfred and Matthew's dad... I wanted to go to their house today.."

"Wait until I arrive at the school, I'll be there soon." He sighed a bit.

"Okay, bye love you," Emil hung up.

"I- okay..." He huffed when Emil hung up before he said goodbye.

The drive back to the school didn't take long. As soon as he got there he saw Emil standing outside with two boys and a man with very large eyebrows.

Lukas stepped out of the car, frowning slightly. He was pretty shy growing up, and still had trouble meeting new people without coming off as rude or boring. Arthur waved, coming over to shake his hand. "You must be Lukas."

"Yeah, hi... You're Arthur?" He shook his hand a bit reluctantly. The man nods.

"Yes, I'm Alfred and Matthew's father. Pleased to meet you."

"You too..." Lukas looked him over again.

"I figured it'd be okay if Emil came over for dinner and I could drop him back off at home afterwards?" Arthur said. Lukas looked over at Emil and the other two. Emil was smiling as the brothers struggled to keep an even say in the conversation.

"That... That should be fine. You have my number? I could just send you the address.." Lukas nodded a bit. "He has no food allergies, just don't let him touch latex it causes a rash... And, certain food textures he won't eat. It's something we both share, nothing against the food-"
Arthur cut him off, smiling, "That's fine. I understand that. We'll have him back by eight." Alfred cheered, causing the other two to join in. Matthew mumbling in the back, "What's texture?"

Arthur and Lukas shook hands again before the Brit lead the boys into his car. Lukas stayed, watching them leave, before smiling a bit. Emil was making friends...

***

Mathias was pacing. The windows frosting over everytime he walked past or moved to look out it.
"Mathias relax. Sometimes people get busy," Emma told him from her perch on the door frame, inspecting the green splotches along her arms.

"Yeah but..." The ghost pouted. "I miss them. They both... They both have a comforting energy..." He shook his head and huffed. "They were suppose to be home by four. It's almost five."

"Maybe they stopped for food!" Michelle said, flying over with an armful of small flowers. "They have places for that you know!" She sat and started braiding them into Emma's hair. Mathias sighed.

"Yeah... Okay. I'll stop being paranoid.." As he spoke, Lukas' headlights shone into the window as he in pulled in. "Never mind they're home!" Mathias said, looking over at where the sprites were but had now disappeared. He sighed again, and waited for them to come in.