Never alone (Sander Sides Reader X Virgil) *First story*

home is where you make it

(Read description for first part of the story.)

Your pov:
The group of men, looks like their all 25. (Idk Thomas's age, sorry I'm lazy) The group of men, cross the street and, the one in a blue shirt, Jean's, and  a cat onesie tied around his neck, kneels in front of my and says, "Hi! I'm patton! These are my friends, we want to help you." He has a huge smile on his face. I back away a little scared, there so many of them.

"Great you scared her. Let me try." The man in a black and purple hoodie, black jeans, and black eyeshadow, takes patton's place, and kneels five feet away from me, and hold out his hand.

"Hi, my name is virgil. That's roman, logan, and thomas." He says pointing to the different men. "we saw your old newspaper ad, we came to help. It's fine if your scared, I know that feeling all to well." He says, still holding out his hand. For some reason, his voice calms me down and I slowly take his hand. My tail swishing behind me. My ears are folded down.

Virgil adjusts so now hes closer to me, he sits down and hold mt hand with both of his. The rest of his friends do the same but dont hold my hand. "Can you tell me your name?" He asks softly rubbing my hand to keep me calm. "Its.. its..." I stammer on my words.

"Hey guys can you go, I think she's overwhelmed." Virgil says not letting his gaze off of me. Roman huffs and leaves with the others.

"Is that better?" Virgil asks, looking at me with concern. I nod. "My name.... is.. y/n" I stammer on my words. He looks at me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Y/n, that's a pretty name. Me and my friends came to give you a home. If that's ok with you." He looks at me as if I'm a delicate rose.

"Yea.. I'd like that. It's just... the last home I had...." I say, before he shushes me, and pulls me into a small hug. "Home is where you make it." With that, he pulls me up and walks me to the rest of his friends. I could get used to this.. virgil. He seemed to understand me before I got my words out. Definitely strange.

(Ok so, years ago you put an ad in the newspaper for a home. And thomas was doing the nostalgia video, and after that, he found a old newspaper with your ad in it and went out to find you. He actually remembered you from way back in high school. You were so unhappy back then.)