Dramatastic- Sanders Side Highschool AU

Chapter 13

Emile Storm hadn't expected to open his door to six teenagers straight after school. It had definitely given him a surprise to see anyone at his door other than Virgil or clients. He wasn't going to lie, part of him believed that they were here to politely rob him.

"Hi, are you Virgil Storm's' father?" One asked. He was small and heavily freckled, with big glasses.

Emile stiffened very, very slightly, casting his eyes briefly over the teenagers. Virgil had he didn't want to speak with anyone. "No, I live alone."

"Really? Because you have our friend's' jacket hung up on your coat rail and several pairs of DocMartens, which would obviously not belong to you." Another said near the back. The sight of shining, green scales made the pastel man squeak. Emile tried to close the door but a teenager taller than him, wearing a necktie and glasses, put his foot in the path of the door, preventing its' closure.

"My son said no guests, so I have to ask you to leave o-or I'll call the auth-authorities!" Emile said hurriedly, trying to push the door closed. Damn, I knew I should've taken a new years resolution of going to the gym instead of baking brownies.

"Aha!" Said one at the back with an incredibly extra flourish of his hand. "You said you live alone!"

Emile opened his mouth to think of a protest, still trying to force the door closed when he heard his son approaching from the top of the stairs. "Daddy, where's the aspirin?"

"Virgil?!" Cried a teenager with a pathetic excuse of a moustache gasped.

"Okay, all of you, get out of here right now!" Emile ordered, forcing the door shut on them all.

Virgil blinked with a small frown. "What was going on?"

As he walked over and hugged his 'son', Emile smiled affectionately. "It doesn't matter, stormcloud. I'll find you that aspirin, you just stay on the sofa, okay?"

"Yes, daddy," Virgil mumbled, hugging his 'father' back before moving onto the sofa. He never usually called his father 'daddy'. It had been a habit he picked up because when he was sick it would always be his dad looking after him, not his pa. Although now his pa wasn't around any more. Virgil curled up on the sofa and pulled out his phone.

A rapping at the window made him scream and Emile rushed from the kitchen, suddenly brandishing a frying pan.

The scaly teenager had pressed his face against the window, knocking on the glass loudly.

"What the fuck?!" Virgil cursed, hand on his chest as he tried to slow his heartbeat.

The teenager tried yelling something but it was lost through the thick glass.

Emile walked over to the window and opened it. "Leave now, or I will call the authorities!" He threatened.

"Please, Mister Storm, we really need to talk to Virgil!" Said the freckled one. "Janus was trying to get his attention because you didn't hear us knocking!"

"I heard you knocking," Frowned Emile, "I just ignored it. What do you want with Virgil?"

"We'd like to converse with him, sharing information, as he missed a whole day of academical instruction and hasn't been in any communication with us at all." The teenager with the necktie explained.

Emile opened his mouth to reply and then just stared at the teenager. "Wha?"

"Dad, it's fine, y-you can let them in..." Mumbled Virgil, shifting his way off the couch. His eyes were still wide and nervous but he spoke confidently. "Just send them up to my room or something."

The man scowled grumpily at his son but instantly gave in. "Fine... But only like two at a time. Oh, and the aspirin's on the counter in the kitchen!"

"Thanks, dad!"

Emile turned back to the window. He pouted pettily. "Fine, you can come in, let me get the door-"

"Hey, guys! I broke the lock on the door, let's go in!"

Emile screamed and hit the teenager who had waltzed into his house on the head with a frying pan. The moustached teenager blinked, swayed and then fell onto the ground.