3:10pm

I couldn't help myself

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17th June - 3:00pm

Virgil - were r u

Logan - Your texting has become considerably worse. And I will not reply until you properly form that sentence.

Virgil - youre a handful kitten
Virgil - where are you?

Logan - Thank you, and I am stepping off the plane as we speak. Where are you?

Virgil - outside
Virgil - with princey and dad
Virgil - and my dads
Virgil - they all wanted to meet you
Virgil - good luck

Logan - Fantastic.

Virgil - look at you being sarcastic

Logan - I suppose you have rubbed off on me.

Virgil - i wont believe that until you learn text talk

Logan - I have learned text talk, Dear.

Virgil - prove it

Logan - Fine.

Virgil - ...?
Virgil - kitten text talk doesnt take 2 minuets

Logan - I cannot bring myself to do it.

Virgil - jesus
Virgil - at least use brb from time to time

Logan - Why? 'Brb' holds the same amount of syllables as the phrase it was shortened from.

Virgil - i hate that youre right

Logan - Well, I am always right.

Virgil - hmhmm
Virgil - where are you now?

Logan - Awaiting my suitcases arrival.

Virgil - fuck it im coming inside

Logan - No!
Logan - Don't, please.
Logan - I fear I might have a panic attack if I see you.

Virgil - why?

Logan - I am scared, you were my first friend, now my first romantic partner. I do not want to mess up.

Virgil - kitten you wont mess up
Virgil - im panicking too

Logan - You used the correct 'to'.

Virgil - yah
Virgil - thought it would make you feel better

Logan - Well, thank you, it was very considerate of you.
Logan - I also fear you will not like my outfit.

Virgil - lo dont think about it to much alright?
Virgil - ive been having attacks throughout the entire week
Virgil - because im scared you wont like how i act or you might find someone better while youre here
Virgil - and theres still a chance youre sixty years old
Virgil - and youre worrying over clothes?
Virgil - i wouldnt care if you came out wearing the most skimpiest outfit in the fucking world
Virgil - if you were wearing a suit
Virgil - or a dress
Virgil - youre still perfect
Virgil - so stop worrying cus thats my job
Virgil - and get your ass out here

Virgil stared at his phone for awhile after he sent that, chewing his nail fearfully. He read the messages but they hasn't replied, making him think he said something wrong, which escalated his anxiety that swarmed around his body like bees. He felt like he was going to throw up, the thought that Logan wouldn't like him when they meet almost making him cry. He really did love them, and he couldn't lose them.

Maybe meeting in real life would be a mistake? But Logan seemed so excited...

He was snapped from his thoughts when a hand gently rested on his cheek, making him lift his head, only to have a pair of soft, smooth lips land on his own. His wide eyes stared at the face of his girlfriend, body melting into her touch as he kissed back, pulling her closer. It felt exhilarating to finally meet, even more so that the first thing she did was kiss him.

Eventually, they had to pull back, but with their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies stayed close, almost touching as they took in the other. Virgil knew Logan was beautiful from the many pictures he and received, but in person she was breathtaking, he could feel his legs slowly turning into jelly! As if he would actually swoon.

"Logan!" A piercing scream shot through the silence, making Logan flinch as she turned to face who called her name, nearly falling over when a body came crashing into her own, separating her from Virgil who sighed but chuckled at his friends overwhelming excitement.

"You're here!" Patton squealed, taking in her entire. Logan blushed lightly, slowly pushing herself away from the enthusiastic boy she knew to be Patton.

"Salutations, Patton. It is nice to meet you" she greeted, holding out her hand for him to shake, which he gladly did, eyes not-so-subtly trailing down her body, but she knew Patton meant it in the kindest, most innocent way he could.

"Woah.." he breathed, eyes meeting with her dark ones. "I love skirts!" He gushed, gesturing to the pastel pink one she wore, the ends just reaching her thighs. This made Logan blush further, tugging the fabric down a little as he spoke, a little nervously. She's never actually worn something like this out in public, it was why she was so hesitant about coming outside, she didn't want Virgil to think of her any differently.

Above the skirt, she wore a plain white t-shirt, a tie resting down her chest. Ties made her feel more comfortable, and it complimented the outfit nicely. One that her...mother picked out for her. Logan knew her parents didn't really like her sexuality and gender identity from the beginning, but they've both gotten better, and even if she still clearly remembers the day they sent her away, she's learning to love them again.

And was more than happy to get fashion advice from her mother. She was even wearing a light bit of makeup, but around the eyes it was slightly hidden by the black framed glasses.

Suddenly, two arms slithered around Patton's waist, and a head was placed on his shoulder. Logan looked up at it, noticing it was Roman. She received a lot of selfies from him, especially after joining a group chat with them all. That was chaos. "Greetings, Logan - I didn't expect you to look so fabulous!" He remarked rather loudly, moving to stand beside his boyfriend, reaching down to pick up her hand gently, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

Logan sighed at his eccentrics, although she stared at him with amusement. He really does look like a Disney Prince. A gay Disney Prince.

"Hello, Roman, it is nice to meet you" Logan nodded her head slightly, glancing at Virgil who hadn't moved from where he stood before, eyes round in awe. He didn't even realise he was staring at her for so long, he just couldn't comprehend how breathtaking she looked. He also couldn't understand why she would ever want to be with Virgil when she could do so much better.

He didn't dwell on it, for now he was dating the most beautiful person on earth, and he was going to savour it.

He sent her a smile, one she returned silently, the two just staring until an older voice interrupted them.

"Are you guys gonna speak?" One of Virgil's dads chuckled, his small hand basically encased by his husband who stood beside him silently, yet a large smile rested on his lips. He was glad Logan was who they said they were. If not, he might've beaten them up.

"Oh..uh...yeah" Virgil stammered, his cheeks darkening with a light red. "We'll be in the car" his dad said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his sons cheek. Rubbing his hair affectionately, he waved Roman and Patton to follow, which they did with some reluctance, as they wanted to see their friends interact for the second time.

Once they were all gone, Logan wheeled her light blue suitcase closer, scuffing her black converse against the ground as she stared at Virgil nervously, wondering what they should...say.

"Uh...Sup?" Virgil tried, cursing under his breath afterwards. He thought he was stupid, but when a soft laugh invaded his ears, his heart sped up in pace, finding the girl before him utterly adorable.

"So" he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "it's safe to assume you're a girl?"

Logan nodded, patting her skirt lightly. "Yes, currently I am - is that an issue? I can change-"

"Hey" Virgil cut her off, grabbing both of her hands in his own, staring into her eyes, head level with her. "I love you for who you are, I don't care if you're a girl or boy, or neither, or both - you're still fucking perfect to me" He reassured strongly, slowly beginning to grin when Logan's cheeks burned with a blood-red blush, chewing his lips that were covered with a little pink gloss.

"What did I do to deserve you?" She murmured gently.

Virgil shrugged lightly, moving his arms around her neck.

"You texted back"

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Fin.

4:04pm