Are We Alone?

Storm

TW: Idk, tell me if there is anything though💜🖤💜

Logan's POV:

I laid on Virgil's bed, a piece of gum in my mouth, and the sun peeking through the window as it descended from the sky. My head rested on his chest, the sweet rise and fall of it calmed my nervous spirit.

"Star?" Easter was arising and I wanted to invite him to meet my parents in North Carolina. Of course, that would mean he would have to separate from his 'fun uncles', Remy and Emile, for a few days.

"Yeah, Lo?" The words rumbled in my ear. A small thunderstorm trapped there.

"I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to celebrate Easter with my parents?" I asked, waiting to hear the small thunderstorm, hoping to hear a strike of lightning.

"Your parents?"

Rumble.

"Yes, Mama and Nini."

He paused, a nervous breath echoed in a silent storm. He was far too peaceful for the storm that rested in his chest.

"Nini?" He asked.

"They are gender fluid."

I could feel him relax. His exhale a wind rustling the trees. "Yeah, I'll go. I have to tell Remy and Emile that I won't make it this year."

This time the lightning shot through me. Happiness, as some would identify it. Or relief. "Okay."

He snaked his arm around my waist, holding me closer as he hummed a small tune I could barely recognize.

"You Are Loved by Set It Off," I muttered, yearning for more of the thunderous storm and its echoing winds.

"Do you think your parents will like me?" He asked. "I mean, will they think I'm right for you? Because you're so smart and cool and creative and I'm just... me, ya know?" His voice shuttered with each question. His breaths a heavy wind howling against a questioning storm.

"You're an artist, Star. Your whole job is to create. To teach others to create as well.  You're just as cool, smart, and creative as I am. Most definitely, more so."

His heartbeat sped up. "Thanks, Lo." I could hear the smile in his voice. He laughed slightly, the rumble of more storms. "I really like you, Lo," he mumbled.

"I would hope so. We are dating," I chuckled, matching those same storms. A hurricane of happiness. "I really like you too."

He laughed again, more obvious than the last time. Our hands intertwined, my thumb tapping along to his heartbeat; to the heart of the storm.

I think how that's he and Thomas are related. The nature they harbor within themselves. Virgil a storm and Thomas the vegetation of life. Strange how something so beautiful rooted from something so terrible.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" He murmured. I wonder, do those storming clouds ever go away?

"Nothin'," I replied, closing my eyes. There was no point, my glasses were barely on my face.

"Do you think there are different types of people? Like people who can be summed up with one word?" He questioned, his purple eyes taking on a starry gaze.

My Star.

"That seems like it would be a pretty boring life."

"No, I mean, like, I think it's cool how some people can be described by a simple word. It doesn't even have to be descriptive, it's just a universal understanding, ya know?"

"Elaborate."

"Like, you would be five am."

"What?" I laughed. He laughed too, the small world inside him shaking like an earthquake.

"Ya know? Restless, early morning drives, and messy thoughts. That's how I see you. You're five am."

"So you're taking words and giving them definitions based on what you think of them then assigning them to people?" I asked, laughter still evident. I loved the way he thought, how he thought of things that would never cross my mind.

"Yeah! Like Roman he would be... a beach."

"A beach?" I questioned. "Explain."

"Always daydreaming, elegant, but self destructive."

"And Patton?" I was interested in this. How he saw us all.

"Mania, a Greek type of love. Overprotective, caring, and smiley." His eyes were wide with mischief as he looked at me. "How do you see me?"

I paused for a second, thinking hard.

"You, my dear Star, are a storm full of laughter and happiness," I whispered. "A storm decorated with lightning so bright that natural eyes would never be able to capture you, but they look anyways. Hopeful to catch anything they may find."

"Aw, geez, Lo." He giggled as he kissed the top of my head. "That's cute."

I laughed, drunk off him and his mesmerizing storm.

"You have no idea."

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This was more just filler than anything, but I hope you enjoyed it! Wooooaaaah! ILY💜