Are We Alone?

Parental Units

1212 words. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I— a lot of things happened, but that does not excuse my ignorance to this book and for that I apologize. I suggest going back a couple chapters and reading since it's been like a month or so—

Virgil stood on the porch. His fingers twitched as his hands climbed to the edge of his sweatshirt. "Are you sure about this, Lo?" Virgil asked with a hushed voice.

Logan knocked on the door, his hands were shaking, too, but not for the same reason. "You'll be fine, Star." Logan placed his hands behind his back and stood straighter. He drew his shoulders back.

"I feel like I should be worried," Virgil muttered bitterly. He gave a small wave of his hand, changing his eyes from the royal purple to a humble brown.

The door opened, swinging on it's hinges. A short woman with blond cropped hair stood in front of Virgil with a confused smile. Her glasss were round like Patton's, but thicker as she peered at them.

"Oh goodness me, Logie-Poo!" She cooed pulling him into a hug. "Why, your Nini will be so happy to see you! Oh, hun, come here," she called.

A masculine person stepped behind Logan's mother. They wore a t-shirt with "My Chemical Romance" printed on the front. wore black ripped jeans and combat boots.

"Hey, kid," they said, shaking Logan's forehead, "We missed ya here." Their voice was smooth and connected.

Logan nodded confidently. "I missed you and Mother, too, Nini." Logan stepped back, gesturing for Virgil to step forward. "This is my boyfriend, Virgil."

Virgil waved awkwardly as he decided between a two-finger salute and finger guns, so he did both. Fear slapped him across the face for that.

"H-hey, I'm V-Vir, Virgil," he stumbled. The quiet suburb felt so loud and intrusive to his mind. He ignored the random kids sitting on the sidewalk staring at him with orange eyes.

"Well, aren't you the cutest thing!" Logan's mother—Mrs. Lojika—exclaimed. She pinched his cheeks and beckoned for them to come in. "Come, come! No need for you two to be standing in the nippy airy!"

Virgil moves when he felt Logan's hand gently push him forward. He shoved his hands in his own pockets, ignoring his racing heart.

Logan's mother ushered them to a table in the kitchen. "Give me all the deets, Logie," she said excitedly.

Virgil looked at Logan. 'Logie?' He mouthed.

"How long have you to known each other, Logan?" His Nini said in a low voice. Their words were connected like they were singing a song full of lagato notes.

Logan shuffles in his seat, straightening his tie. "I've known for Virgil for a few months now, I suppose. We've—" he stopped himself from continuing that sentence. "You need to stop that Nini."

Virgil looked up at the older person, glancing between them and Logan. "Stop what...?" He questioned quietly.

"Oh. I forgot to mention. My parents, they both also have—" Logan's hand flew to his face, covering his mouth.

His mother quirked an eyebrow. "Does he know about you?" She asked. Her voice had changed from sweet and melodic to powerful.