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i love it when you talk about hockey. im like a student finally in their favorite class and learning something of actual interest from their favorite teacher. i could read what you say about those primadonna stick holding ice ballerinas all day

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Hello, we are the Neighbours -  2 (final) “Starry Night”

 Summary: Virgil uses she/her and he/him. Remy uses he/him. Emile uses they/fae. Logan uses they/them Tags: a LOT of swearwords, edginess, Teenagers scare the living shit out of me, edibles, mentions of getting high, marijuana (implied), questionable living conditions, stress, insomnia/sleeplessness, crappy parents, (depression?) SOFT SIBLING MOMENT (analogical)

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Virgil hugged his stupid friend closer, his face buried in the mess of Remy’s pastel purple sweater.

 She was basically wearing nothing but a big army jacket and boxers, herself. The pinkish scars on her chest were fainting with time but still showing after all these months.

 Remy was at least in a skirt longer than usual - this one actually covered his ass completely. Instead of big boots, he had white summer slippers one. He almost looked like a ballerina with his long legs, small-ish statue and flawless skin.

 The sun slowly sunk down the horizon while the two cuddled.

 “You know, you are almost out of there, anyway. It does not matte. You got so far, Virgil. You will get through this too, with or without me.”

 She shook her head ever so slightly, her pumpkin hair curling over his shoulder. He had recently dyed it again.

Every now and then Virgil was forced into self-care. That meant Remy would drag him over to his place, give him a little bit of wellness time such as doing face masks and painting his nails. Of course, he would also give her a dye-job when necessary or just wanted. Remy was rather good at it after all. Without him, Virgil would not take such care of himself. It was all Remy’s doing.

 “Nu. I will strike. I am not gonna do shit without you. I don’ wanna.”

 She mumbled silently, gently hugging Remy closer. He carefully held the feral bastard close.

 “You have to. You can do it. If I don’t get in, I will find work where you live and we can move in together and I will clean for you, so you and Logan don’t die.”

 The smaller one curled up, his knees pressing against his chest as he put his weight against Remy in ever-persistent patience. A little snort escaped her after all.

When he was not an anxious mess, he got to be more than just the calming friend but also the braincell of the group. He was rational and got things together. No wonder he applied for studies in mechanics.

 “You would do that..?”

 Virgil pulled back a bit, yet still remained in her little ball of limbs. He was barely covered with his short pants in their plaid pattern. The big jacket was so drastically oversized, Virgil was sitting on it since its length clearly exceeded his height. It was supposed to be worn by someone else so it would not cover them down to their thighs.

 Remy gently brushed over his shoulder.

 “I would do whatever to be with your sorry ass. If you live on your own and gotta take care of another living being, you will probably just die, like, instantly. You are so fucking oblivious and sensitive after all.”

 He gently nudged her.

 “Be my wife.”

 Remy felt heat rise in his chest. He vehemently shook his head, his stomach fuzzy all of a sudden. Thousands of little feathers tickled him from inside and his cheeks reddened to match his heated blood.

If he did not know better, he would have said that he had done no more but choked on his spit.

 “Virgil!”

 The illegal little potion of bitter rage hugged him against the playful struggles and shoves from his side.

 “Shut up-”, he demanded squeakily, “I am not gonna be anyone’s fucking wife, I am a qUeEN.”

 His voice broke at the last word, delicately proving his point in being true royalty of great manners and high levels of taste.

Remy was a true piece of art and he was, as he often repeated, “a luxury few could afford.”

 A pair of headlights glanced onto their backs, lighting up the scene when the whole sky was turning dark. Their shadows were drawn out before them, making Remy shrink in on himself and look back to check who or what was approaching them.

The running car engine they could hear made it evident that this was a person rolling around in a vehicle.

 Who?

 Virgil pushed Remy down onto their blanket, carefully trapping him below her.

 “Hey, Em, come in and hurry, we can sacrifice him right now while he is still a virgin!”

 Remy threw his hands into Virgil’s face. Ungodly screeches escaped his throat as he pushed and grabbed and tore at the untouchable bastard of humankind.

 “You fucking wish! Stop projecting your assless life onto me!”

 Finally, Remy pushed his knees into Virgil’s guts and pushed the idiot off his shoulders. Emile had finally gotten out of the car, basket under their arm and a blanket pressed against heir chest.

 “Hey, save some dumbassery for me!”, fae complained as they plopped down between the two. Honestly, they felt like those kind of people everyone would comment on about how much they behaved like an old, married couple.

Not that they were wrong.

 “I am not duuuumb!”, Remy whined.

 He sat up again, shoulders quickly pressing against Emile’s who got comfortable. That bastard was really out there, fucking wearing a leather-like jacket with spikes and shit. He could see the colours on the dark material and could only assume faem to have customised the article.

They were the only one to have covered legs. Black ripped-jeans hugged their endlessly long walking sticks and their feet were covered in worn-out sneakers. Void of any big brand names or associations, of course.

 Probably all of this was either made by private businesses, friends, faerself or smaller companies barely anyone knew about.

 “Emile, put some sense into her! He is being a real bitch again”

 Virgil blew raspberries to the complainer and immediately threw his legs over Emile’s inviting lap.

 “If you got an issue with cuddles, you better go and sit on his side”, she challenged silently. Emile did not budge, much to his delight.

“Good bean.”

 The newby commented with a little chuckle, gently drawing Emile in by putting one arm around him.

 “I got ya two cuties some drinks on the way here. Who wants the coffee and who wants the cotton candy pink whatever capitalism-victim? You two definitely need something to suck on.”

 Virgil waved his arms around, stimmy hands flapping like birds’ wings. His long sleeves smacked themselves due to them exceeding his fingers. Her heart was fluttering in sudden excitement. He was aflame like a bunch of dry grass set on fire.

 “YES! Gimme gimmeee gimmeeeee!! I want the caffeine!”

She pointed at the basket and reached for it but Remy quickly smacked their sleeves away.

 “You are not getting any fucking caffeine, you half-dead junkie zombie, you”, Remy cursed. In a flare of problem-solving skills, he pulled the basket closer, just out of reach from the slightly shorter idiot. He grabbed the caffeine-packed cup of ice-cold sin.

 Fae blinked, unimpressed, “Just hand me the chocolate one. Pink unicorn is for our rainbow bunny, then.”

 Remy’s smile grew even wider.

 Did they say... bunny...?

 Virgil pouted in return, her reaction less than ideal. Instead of complaining, his legs pulled them closer by their lap and rested there, snuggled up against the pal with the colourful hair. Not even a beanie this time.

 “I am not a bunny”

 He slurped up some of the pinkish drink from hell.

It was tasty.

Such a bitch.

How dare it be tasty when he tried to be angry with Emile for giving him free stuff and falsely calling him a bunny when he was clearly a unicorn! Like the drink!

 Remy nodded sagely, sensing a bit of mood at this moment.

 “Virgil thinks he is a unicorn despite looking like a bunny but that is okay. We still love him.”

 His hand sneaked over to her, gently patting her shoulder and indirectly bringing himself closer to Emile in the process.

Not that anyone was complaining.

He was simply slurping his iced coffee in gratitude. It calmed down his hot face and fidgety fingers. Holding the cool cup gave his fingers something to do at least.

 For a moment, Emile’s forest eyes looked into his soul. Fae blinked and nodded before turning back to Virgil.

 “Virgil, do you feel like a unicorn? Do you identify as one?”

 Emile looked at her, carefully brushing over her legs as they attempted to keep eye contact. Virgil looked away, face fully averted.

Fae patiently squeezed his leg.

 “If you want me to call you unicorn, I will. I just liked the nickname bunny for you because you jump a lot and are very active.”

 Remy smiled. He did not notice but he leaned against Emile’s patient shoulder with his own head.

Fae minded the contact with a little blink and one of faer unoccupied hands moving to take Remy’s.

 The pouting smalls still looked away, stubbornly staring at the sky instead of facing the other two idiots.

 “You know, I really hate littering, too.”

 Virgil cleared her throat, gently hugging her flat stomach a bit. It was not exactly colder than before but maybe by now his open jacket and exposing outfit proved to be impractical for stargazing together.

 “If you call me bunny and nobody else, I am okay. And if you mean it as a nice name. Remy too. Even though Remy was a butt about it because I know I am a unicorn, even with ears!”

 His voice got a bit louder. Then she nodded in self-assurance to end the sentence and prove a point. He pulled a phone up with him on it, hood over his head, the bunny ears flailing around from the impact of being so harshly moved around.

The small friend snuggled up to Emile and reached out to hold Remy’s hand too.

 “You are dumb but you are both okay. You two can call me bunny but I will stab anyone else who tried to do that.”

 She huffed softly.

 Remy squeezed their hands together and put Virgil’s and Emile’s soft hands together.

 “You are our little bunny, then.”

 The tallest of the three hummed in thought, their eyes slipping close.

 “You guys wanna get high now or later? Because I am ready.”

 Virgil shook his head.

 “Can’t. I will die.”

 Remy nudged Emile so much, it pushed them all against Virgil and had her nearly topple over. She hissed at Remy and angrily glared at him.

 “You gotta take a chill pill. I will bring you home with me and the day after. We came in one car anyway.”

 Emile looked between them.

 “What is the issue? Do you have to go home later?”

 Their voice was so smooth and innocent, it felt like talking to a child for just a moment. They both knew there was more than enough wit between these words to take down a whole system.

 “I gotta take care of my baby sibling. They are tiny baby and need someone to look out for them.”

 Remy shook his head adamantly.

 “Logan is, like, 13 and would love to be home alone from your exhausted ass. If you wanna, I will babysit them with Emile. You mind that at all?”

 The addressed pal stole a quick glance from Remy for just a moment before looking into the dark night sky.

 “It is settled. Virgil, we are officially kidnapping your hot butt and putting you on high duty of being dummy idiotic and free of responsibilities for a few hours. We will take a look at your sibling, too. Promise.”

 Virgil let out a whine.

Her hand pushed the now empty cup into the abandoned basket Emile had brought along.

He laid down all over Remy’s and Emile’s long legs in the dramatic flair of imitating death or at least heavy defeat.

 “Mmm... will you give me ice cream?”

 Emile nodded, gently brushing through her hair.

 “I got ice cream at home but we can also buy some just for you if you don’t wanna depend on that.”

 The third in their group yipped out a happy sound of agreement.

 “We can ask Logan to sleep at a friend’s place or be there with us and wait until they sleep. They go to sleep super early anyway, that nerd.”

 The laying swan .. bunny.. uh... unicorn? Shrugged.

 “ ‘s kinda cute.. they care about school n all. They are so good. They are too good.”

 It sounded like a lament rather than a praise. There was so much pain in these words.

 “That sounds nice, bunny. Sounds like your sibling learned a lot of nice things from you. I am sure that must be a lot.”

 She took a deep breath.

 Remy gave a meaningful nod towards Emile who, in turn, licked faer lips.

 “I am proud of you but it is important to rest. Will you let us give you ice cream and take care of you?”

 For a moment, the only answer was the bright light coming from the moon. Pale white illuminated the meadow. The stars were shining as always but their light was so far away, it barely reached them. From them, it seemed as if they were not bright at all because the moon was reflecting the light so prettily, it overpowered them all.

 “Only if you get dumb with me and we do funny things?”

 Remy squeezed their hands together, his second joining the pile of fingers.

 “Of course. Now, text your baby sibling.”

 The smaller one pulled out his phone and sloppily pulled out a phone.

 “Jus do?”

 The three got together, packing up their things and obviously taking their things with them.

 “What is this?”

 Remy followed Emile’s finger pointing at a bag of trash. He shrugged in return.

 “We collected trash because Virgil really hates littering, you know?”

 The mentioned bean shook his head and shrugged.

 “Fuck pollution”, she defended herself as the taller one lead her to the car they shared, “see you in a bit?”

 Remy texted Logan with Virgil’s phone and sent an address to their chat with Emile.

 “Yo, I sent you the place we are going to drive to. You got that?”

 Fae shrugged.

 “I can literally just follow you guys like the little shadow I am. Just don’t drive like speeding dicks and I will be fine.”

 Remy nodded. Virgil mumbled in agreement and pushed the trashbag into the car’s trunk. It was his car after all. Remy did not have an own car yet. It was more of a shared thing.

 Together, they drove over to Virgil. On the way, Logan texted them how they would stay with a friend called Patton. Since Virgil knew Patton more than enough, she did not freak out but instead shrugged it off, told Remy and agreed under the condition of driving Logan there with the others.

Logan.. did not seem to mind.

Did they know Emile would join in?

 Whether they did, the three arrived.

Virgil already munched on the space brownies, happily nibbling at the dark chocolatey delight of deep, sweet-bitter taste.

It was an experience.

 At least there were no nuts in this.

Well... walnuts would probably be fine..

 The three got out, one by one. Virgil first and Emile last.

She patiently took faer and then his hand before leading them over to the small apartment complex with the many little doors. It was a humble little location, the flats looked like miniature versions of actual living spaces for human beings but it was just enough for the modest taste of the tired middle pal of the trio.

 He nudged the others towards the building and climbed the stairs.

 “The brownies are tasty, Em. You are a real baker genius or.. like, something like that.”

She blinked at the intense lights. One of the white lights was flickering every now and then and it was somewhat bothersome to the eye.

 “You ate them already?”

 A bit of surprise tinged Emile’s voice. Remy held back a laughter.

 “Yeah, Virgil is a thirsty and hungry hoe, no wonder he did that.”

 Something in his words screamed “get used to it”. Fae did not know what to feel about this but took it with the humour of a baby adult.

 “Not to take advantage of that but I don’t hate that.”

 Virgil giggled.

 “Shhhh, wait until Logan is gooohne,, They is a really clever baby sib thing, you know.”

 More chuckled filled the air and made the stairway echo in giggles and delight from the trio.

 They got up eventually, settling on the 7th level where Virgil unlocked apartment C and pushed the door open.

 “Yo, I am back! Don’t cook meth, the neighbours will get jealous.”

 He dropped the key in a little bowl on a shelf that leaned against the wall for support. The hallway welcomed the trio with faded colours and old, creaking wood planks as ground.

Emile blinked at the floor with a frown.

 “Do you want us to keep our shoes on?”

 Remy shook his head, his mouth opening to answer but a sound interrupted them.

A voice, more specifically.

 “Virgil, please refrain from making comments of such kind. It is highly unlikely for anyone around here to cook methane, let alone you or me.”

 A composed voice, stone-faced according to Emile’s feelings, replied to Virgil’s dismissive words and lazy greeting.

 The trash was still in Remy’s hands.

 “Fuck, I forgot this shit. You mind?”

 Logan appeared. Well, it had to be Logan unless Emile had missed about another person living with her - and Logan.

The sibling was younger than Virgil, their face more tan yet somewhat soft and void of the exhaustion the life of emerging adulthood had already put on Virgil’s dark eyes. Especially evident were how there were no bags under Logan’s eyes while Virgil seemed to have never slept in his entire life, perhaps.

 Maybe she did not sleep so everyone else could sleep? Like a sandman.

 Logan was dressed in something reminding Remy of a suit. It was this undershirt-kinda thing Emile identified as waist coat. It was dark and hugged their slender figure. Blue? It looked pretty much like rather dark blue. They seemed a bit taller than Virgil, around as tall as Remy, almost - not quite. Their shirt was white and looked so ironed out, Emile could not even find a single wrinkle.

They were not wearing shoes but only white socks and long black pants. The waistcoat had a single chain or metal leading to a little pocket.

 “Hello Remy, a pleasure to see you again. Do not worry about the bag. I will take it with me on the way down - “

 Virgil piped up.

 “WE! You are not going alone! It is dark and scary and I am your big shit and am telling you that you gotta hold my hand and be driven to your friend.”

 Logan rolled their eyes, dark orbs behind black frames seemingly shrinking in something like annoyance.

However, there was a fond smile on their lips despite it being small. It was still there and when Virgil approached the sibling for a good old hug, they received it and even returned it, even if it was not as passionate.

 Something warm pumped through Emile’s face and chest.

Seeing the two siblings cuddle made fae feel all giddy and comfortable.

 “Of course. I agreed to your conditions after all.”

 Only now Emile realised Logan was wearing a tie. They adjusted it despite it being in perfect position. Nothing was wrong with it..

It..

It had a pattern like constellations on it. Yes, clearly. Fae could see Leo right under their neck.

 “Hello, you must be Virgil’s new friend. I am Logan.”

 The, the small baby sibling was before faem, hand stretched out and dark eyes looking into faem as if it was a challenge to look serious and convincing.

It was more than effective, to be frank.

 “Yeah, I am Emile. Fae/faer, please. You use anything but they/them?” They nodded a bit, their facial features softening somewhat.

 “Thank you”

 The words came out like a whisper. Emile smiled.

 “Virgil, I am fucking adopting this kid, you have to marry me or some shit. This is now my bastard child!”

 A hysterical fit of giggles could be heard while Logan was silently rolling his eyes so hard, Remy swore they moved a bit out of his face’s centre.

Remy pouted audibly.

 “Ya get rights on my sibling, I don’t make the rules. Logan, you are loved by these dummies! It is the law, we are your personal protection squad!”

 Remy blew out some air but nodded.

 “Yeppers, we will do the illegal shit with you to keep you safe. We are gotta fake your a voting ID so you can change the world already.”

 The tallest of the pals sucked in a breath.

 “I know how to fake a voting ID! I made myself one, too! Hold on!”

 Logan turned towards the new person, this Emile guy. The sound of giggles was still around and surely coming closer.

 “Hey, hey, make sure to have it be a good fake. Can’t have the good kiddo fuck up a great lifeeee”, she argued, “They will be super fine because they are a great and lovely person. LOGAN I LOVE YOU!”

 They closed their eyes instead of rolling them. Their lips curled further into a more than evident smile and a small hint of pink tinted their pale cheeks.

 “I l-love you too, Virgil. Please calm down, it is quite alright. I am just me.”

 Virgil was back by now, a little box in his hands.

 “Shut up, be proud of yourself. You have amazing grades, super engagement in different projects and activities and you are a bright person with great competences. You are trying and working a lot to get this far and I am proud of you. You should be, too. I barely finished school with my shitty grades. It was mostly pity”

 Virgil blinked softly. Her hand gently brushed over their cheek and carefully patted its side. Emile and Remy moved out of the way to give the siblings some space. They obviously had a moment going on.

 “I don’t care what you make of yourself. I just want you to be happy and proud of what you do. We all know we were not born to be perfect and yet you are here and doing this.. this fucking badassery of ace-ing all ya exams and life shit and all.”

 She scooted closer.

 “I know Patton likes quiche I make, so I packed some for you two to share. I put money in, too. Get snacks and order something if you two need it, alright? I love you, kiddo. I really do.”

 He snuggled up to them and gave their pale cheeks a soft smooch. The elder sibling mumbled softly.

 “If you complain about the money, I will bite your nose. Just take it. Financial worries are mine, not yours.”

 Logan looked at Virgil, a shadow darkening their pale features. It was like a tree branch in the night, throwing a scary shadow into the room of a young and gullible child.

They abandoned the doubt and shook it off with a new sense of hardness in their eyes. It was sparkling determination.

 “Have fun with your friends, please. I want you to take care of yourself, too. You and I both know that a good social life helps your mental health which, in turn, positively affects your overall well-being.”

 Virgil blinked, happy beams radiating from her old orbs.

 “You are the best sibling I could have ever wished for, Lo.”

She cleared her throat, wiping over her wet eyes.

“Time to fucking get ya to you friend! Ree will drive you and I will have ice-cream like a real champ!”

 “REEEE, EEEEEM! Let us gOOOO!”

 The middle man came back in, Emile right on his ass.

 “You finished your drama? You won’t stab us if we come back in?”

 Virgil giggled under the scolding look from his sibling. She shrugged dismissively.

 “I am ready to go. I will wait in the car.”

 They got pushed the little container into their backpack and put it over their shoulders before grabbing the trash and retrieving the keys from his sibling.

 “Nuu, you are a baby and we gotta go with you. Reeeemileeey~ Come with me~”

 The two got ready and joined as requested.

 “DId you fuse our names?!”

 There was an unusual amount of excitement in Emile’s voice. Not that they were not usually excited and happy but this was on a whole new level. There was a sense of knowledge and expectation in faer tone of voice.

It was difficult for Virgil to put her finger on it, considering she started feeling a bit more of an effect from the edibles she had consumed. Remy noted the excitement with his own piece of interest.

 “I fuuuused your names and they fit together sooo well!”

 As Virgil giggled, Emile’s eyes seemed to double in size, more so the black pools in the middle of these wild orbs.

Remy blinked at this change, his own curiosity swinging into the direction of excitement as well.

 He wanted to know about the things that got Emile to bounce on faer feet like the most adorable danger stick in the whole history of humankind.

Something glowed in these mysterious eyes and Remy wanted to know more about it.

 Well, for know it was time to take responsibility and drive them all to Patton.

He still wanted to know about it, so he took a chance when they had arrived and the three remained in the car alone, Virgil cuddled up to Emile and holding hands with glowing cheeks and a free heart.

Logan waved goodbye one last time and disappeared into the warm home of a loving family. A whole family.

 “Em, what is so exciting about fusions? Do you like those kinda things?”

 For a moment, his mind wandered as he tapped his foot down onto the pedals and started driving again in first gear before shifting higher.

He did not have the opportunity to glance into the rear-view mirror and see their face light up like a burning candle. Certainly, if he knew about how much he had missed, he would have cursed his own care about safe driving.

 “I L-O-V-E fusions!”

 A giggled followed faer sudden spray of words. The excitement pitched their voice into a higher vocal range.

Unexpected but lovely in a way it made Remy’s heart throb with just as much energy as Emile offered him. He let himself giggle a bit while Virgil was nothing but a puddle of chuckles and snickers. The half-naked pal hugged Emile close, seemingly absorbing their enthusiasm.

 “Why do you like fusions so much, lovely?”

 Remy licked his lips, tasting the delicious energy in the air. He relished in just a quick glance into the rear-view mirror in which he saw Virgil and Emile bonking the sides of their heads together, the latter bouncing a bit in faer seat.

 His heart was blooming.

These two were the summer of his life.

 “Th.-they !! Do y-you know of-of S-Steve Un-Univ-verse?”

 Their hands were everywhere, Remy noticed. Virgil put himself on high-five duty whenever these hands moved places and suddenly appeared next to him or in front of his nose or behind Remy’s head.

To her, it was as if these hands appeared out of nowhere while Emile fawned his happy juices into every direction of this car.

 Remy readily took in everything he could with a smile on his lips and promises in his chest. Sadly, he still had to shake his head but he prompted them.

 “Enlighten us, would you?”

 Fae continued, hands still moving in a somewhat erratic manner.

 “S-So in - I .. I mean, y-you know”, they started, then stopped, then started again just to take a short pause.

Faer face fell into a statute-like aesthetic as fae deliberated what to say. The happy glows in their orbs were forever-persistent.

 “Mw, Em.. Emiiiiile”, Virgil cooed softly, patting their hair, “You are wonderful.. your.. y... sEt.. pf.. ph-... STEVEN is your FRIEND and really wonderpoof too.”

 She nodded, a sense of importance surrounding her. It gave her an expression of wisdom and some sort of... safe space. There was acceptance in his features.

Even when he mispronounced and misunderstood everything going on.

Virgil eagerly patted Emile’s poofy hair while nodding more, her happy curls jumping up and down the sides of her face like excited monkeys.

 “So-sO! Steven is-is a human a-and he is part of the-the cry-c..c-crystal gems who are basically alien stones with magic. Oh, and they have weird adventures t-t-together and ev-everything is soft and ni-nice!”

 Fae bounced in the back seat and Virgil enthusiastically moved along without even having a single clue of what was happening at the moment.

They clapped and she mimicked the movements with confused nods and delayed yaps.

 “Magic Stpehen.. ph..phatven...”

 Virgil looked at his hands, confusion spinning in their lost eyes. Maybe staring into her fingers could answer her the question of how it came that “Steven” was so difficult to pronounce.

They did not, if you wondered, too.

 Emile smiled, gently brushing through his hair.

The most gentle of all smiles adorned their face as they soothed Virgil ever so patiently. The flapping piece of oversized jacket and mad boxers eventually nestled in faer lap and hugged these legs calmly. Every now and then, Emile would receive a loving pat to their skin because Virgil forgot what they felt like. Or because she was curious about what skin did when being touched and moved and shoved or patted.

 They patiently stroked his hair further while Remy had a hard time keeping his gay together and himself focused.

Luckily, they arrived and got back up, Virgil insistently patting and hugging every door, pole and wall they did not pull him away from.

 She was a really excited person in this state.

 When they got into the apartment, Remy lead them to the couch, considering Virgil was a bit less in the position to know where anything or anyone was.

They snuggled up again, this time Virgil was in the middle and fidgeting with a magic cube.. rubrix.. thingy.. hihi, it felt funny!

 “Remy, loook!”

 She pushed the cube into his hands and hugged Emile close.

 “Magical cube”, Virgil explained, voice mimicking the tone of a captivating conspiracy video.

 “Very magical, cube”, fae agreed.

 Remy nodded.

 “Magical like these rad fucking shits you made. We are gonna see more than stars, we will see an entire galaxy!”

 His words were purring in amusement.

 Virgil lazily blinked at Remy, then slowly turned to Emile and just.. dropped their head to the side, completely overdoing the “tilting your head” business.

 “Sooo.. are we.. a fusion?”

 A clank could be heard and suddenly, Virgil whined and hugged the two close.

 “The magical cube disappeared! I...m-..magic!”

His voice dropped into the sounds of scary camp fire horror stories once more.

“...m a g i c.”

 The tallest of the three pushed another biscuit to Remy who gladly consumed the sweet, spacey treat.

 “You are magic, you two fusers”, Emile purred back in reply and gently snuggled back, carefully pecking Virgil. This time, a whine arouse from Remy’s throat.

Emile shook faer head, a wild grin decorating this precious face.

 Was that a little scar on their cheekbone? Oh, those cheekbones...

 Remy got so lost in Emile’s pretty face, he barely noticed it coming close, Emile’s eyes closing sensually, slowly...

Then, their lips brushed against one another. Lonely mouth and alluring goal meeting and pressing together, closing around one another like embracing lovers after a long period of distancing.

 “waHOOOO, G A Y!!”

 Virgil cheered for them, leaving the youngest of the three to pull away from Remy, skin like cherry blossoms in the heat of spring.

Fae simply let him, innocently commenting with nothing but a whipping of faer eyelashes towards the shy one.

 “Is that new for you, Virgil?”

 The playful breeze of something like a rivalry returned, nestling between the moody couple of different extremes. The trio’s shortest and longest member looked at each other, a special dynamic reigning between them and drawing them closer.

 “New that he gets the kisses first”, Virgil answered in unabashed honesty.

 Instead of hiding behind witty remarks and sarcastic or snarky comments, she off-handedly pronounced the issue and pulled Emile in, gently pulling at the leather collar of this damn self-improved jacket.

It was surprisingly soft, compared to last time, at least.

 Their lips were raspberries squeezing together ever so slightly, merely touching more than for a fleeting moment.

 Virgil was the one to pull away.

It was Emile’s turn to be flustered at this moment. Fae slowly backed up, settling into faer space on the couch and taking another one of the beaked treats. They nibbled on them, hiding their face while Virgil pushed her legs onto faer lap and rested her head on Remy’s happy thighs. His skirt was rolled up a little so he got to feel his hair.

 “You two taste so sweet...”

 Remy shrugged, face still ablaze without his knowledge. He suspected it, though.

 “Hey, Em. You going to college when the holidays are over?”

 The taller one took the moment to appreciate Remy’s timing and tasteful change of topics while Virgil delightfully brushed over his exposed stomach in mild interest.

 “I am just here for a summer job, I guess I told you guys”, fae mumbled softly as faer fingers moved to catch up to Virgil’s tracing fingerpads.

“After that I am going to Yban University further up the north. What about you guys?”

 Virgil was chuckling and squirming when Emile started stroking his exposed skin.

He was ticklish, Remy remembered fondly.

 “Virgil is gonna go up there too, but for working. So you can hang out with Logan if you want to!”

 Remy winked and Emile stuck out their tongue at him.

 “Don’t fuck the baby sibling.”

 The small anger dwarf flailed and gasped.

 “Nu, fuck me instead!”

 Emile fucking starting to cough up during a weird mix of laughing and choking on his own mind and his partners’ words.

 “Not na- now!”, fae gasped out, wiggling a bit but staying in place, more or less.

 “Man”, Remy started, softly offering his hand for Emile to hold while his other was still carding through Virgil’s hair, “I will go up and study. It is surreal.”

 He blinked.

 “Holy fuckening, we are going to the same spot! I will move in with Virgil, like, fucking literally. As soon as I get my acceptance email and letter.. I .. I am.. gonna.. I will fuck your landlord.”

 Emile was playing with their hair while stroking over these exposed legs.

 “You two.. wanna hang out if we all end up in the same spot? That would be cool.”

 Remy patted the spot close to him and gestured towards Emile, then back to the spot as he started to lay down. They got the message and followed suit.

Together, the three cuddled up, now laying and still high off their butts.

 “It is perfect”, Em yawned, gently kissing the back of Remy’s hand.

 Virgil nodded softly and pushed her nose against the other two pals’ noses.

 “If you guys are with me, I can do all. I will get all done. I can do it.”

 At least he tried saying that. His words came out as a jumble of weird sounds.

Laughter erupted and Virgil snuggled up, eyes closed and gently smooching the two before drifting off to sleep while the others whisper-screamed whatever thing seemed absolutely hilarious at the moment.

 If they would stay together, she knew they would all be fine. They would all make it.

 He was certain of it.

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29.

I would say things have been steady with us, we are in our new home and things are just going fine I would say. It’s a fresh start we needed, it’s nice to come back to a home instead of a hotel room. We are living and breathing in our home and that alone is a blessing, I think Sofia has done so good. The whole design of the house, it’s luxury but it can be a little big for us both, you know with the fact there is just two of us. Sofia is constantly searching around the home a lot, she thought I left the house last night but I was asleep in the corner couch. I was literally watching TV and then fell asleep, I love it here I really do. We have been here about two weeks now, it’s great. Gummy bear is now eleven weeks, the weeks are going by so fast that it’s scary, by the time you know it the baby is here. It’s been good to not do anything, like drug wise everything is quiet. I want it that way, we need to move differently now. The money is not even running low, shit is stacked and that what makes me happy “you seem in deep thought” Sofia questioned as she put her earring on staring down at me in bed “I am, just thinking. Are you excited about your friends coming?” Sofia is excited but it’s my hell, I’m not even lying. That gay weirdo is coming and he’s a little too much, this is not me but I guess I have to be “Cassius I am so excited, I mean they don’t know about the baby and also they will see our new home. I think Lee will be arriving first” rolling my eyes “oh don’t do that, I know he’s got a big mouth but he means well” today is going to be annoying already, and they are staying here.

Let me actually get out of bed, I fell back to sleep. I have things to do today, let me quickly get some breakfast. Pressing my phone to my ear as it rang out, jogging down the steps “Hello, this is Cassius. I need to speak to Robert, I wanted to know if my car arrived. Is he there?” Nobody want to talk to the assistant “I can try for you, please hold” making my way to the kitchen, I don’t think Sofia would have made breakfast “is it sweatpants season already?” Hearing someone say “Cassius?” Sofia said my name, with my phone pressed against my ear I turned to look “huh” seeing Lee sat on the couch, oh god no. Let me be nice, waking towards the couch “hello, it’s Robert” the guy said on the phone “hi, yes it’s Cassius. Just one moment” moving my phone away from my ear “hi Lee” Shaking his hand “hello Cassius, are you not feeding him Sofia?” Lee said shaking my hand “he feeds me” Sofia retorted and they both just laughed, let me just go “sorry about that, it’s Cassius. I wanted to know if the car is ready to pick up? It’s been a week now” opening the cupboard doors, grabbing the lucky charms box, the shit is empty “yeah Mr Warren, the Bentley did arrive yesterday. We was just getting the car ready for you” that is all I wanted to know “cool, I’ll be down for it today” disconnecting the call, I needed to get a car for myself. Thought I might as well treat myself with my money.

It’s a weird feeling to have, I kind of somewhat feel free but I’m not because I have stopped the work flow back in Brooklyn, I need to change how we run, we need to do it differently on how we get the supplies out. I need to break it to Sofia that I do need to go Brooklyn but she is going to be so annoyed with me, what can I do I need to get the ball rolling. I won’t go just yet because her friends will be here so I will remain here but I need to get this done, opening the box. I honestly thought I lost my gold grillz but I didn’t, I am just glad I can finally put my things in a place of my own but my money is still in the lock up, there is too much money and I cannot bring that here. There is rows of suitcases with money so I need to just keep that there until I can figure out what I can do, putting my gold grillz on my bottom set of teeth. I missed this shit, I can never let go of my timberlands too “Cassius, Kyle and Myles ae here. Where are you going?” She questioned “I need to pick your car up, it’s in repair right?” She nodded her head “I am doing that, don’t worry. I haven’t sold your car” I chuckled “why do you look like some thug that can eat pussy good” I laughed out “you know me so well, you like my grillz huh?” Sofia shrugged “but listen to me, do not be late. My friends will be here ok?” watch me be late.

Sitting in the front seat “you are straight out of Brooklyn, look at you my nigga” Kyle patted my shoulder “I found them, remember we all bought them? Shit was dope” I am not a flashy person so this is why there is so much money around, I have too much of it “you spoiling yourself now though ain’t you?” I shrugged “perhaps but I have something to annouce and say, don’t crash the car” Kyle and Myles are going to be shook “so Sofia and I kind of had an argument, I said to her you can go if you would like. I would let you go and she can stay there in the house we in, so she went out of the room. Then she came back and said I want something from you, I was like oh god, this is it. This is how me and Sofia end but she goes marry me” Myles screamed out “no fucking way!” Myles moved ahead to look at me “she wants me to marry her so she can have my last name, she ain’t mentioned it again. I think she is leaving it with me but I am like the hell?” Myles laughed “marriage?” Kyle pushed Myles back “seriously?” Kyle said “yeah, I think she feels as if I die she will have a part of me. That honestly really upsets me to know that she feels that, she has aceepted it could be either one or we could grow old together. It’s new, what we doing is new” my lower lip quivered out of nowhere “you getting emotional?” Kyle hit my arm “fuck outta here” digging into my pocket, pulling out the folded scan picture “this is my gummy bear, it’s eleven weeks today but I went to the scan” showing them the picture “bro, this is the little don. He does look like a gummy bear too awww, you emotional for this” wiping my eyes “I get it Cassius, your life is changing but the other part hasn’t. It’s a little blessing, it’s cute already” Myles said, he patted my shoulder “love you bro, we in this together you know that. You die, we die. We ride together” nodding my head.

Kyle passed me the photo back “it’s heart was beating and the baby was wiggling, my baby already moving around. Doctor was like your baby can be a ballerina or a dancer when it grows up, that hit me. Like a stab to the heart, I scarificed so much shit for others for me to lose out. I am feeling it, I can’t speak to Sofia because she don’t understand. She just gets upset, shit is playing on my mind I just want to be here. It’s like you know, if they planning, we planning too. Us doing this here could create some shit, but we must push on boys. Don’t mind me, just in my feelings” putting the photo in my pocket “good luck charm” I laughed at myself “Cassius, we are here for you. That is how it is, I get it. This is why I say to Amira, no kids. You get it now right?” nodding my head “you going to marry her then? I think you should, she is sticking by you, I like Sofia. She is good for you” I sighed out “I am, I am going to propose to her. Do all that shit the girls love, you know how it is. She said she has never seen her mom be married, she wants it but I want it to be good for her. Her friends are coming, you know that because y’all girls are coming over. Do it then, I want to make her happy before shit starts. Maybe we should all do it” Myles snorted laughing “she wishes” but Kyle didn’t say anything.

Shaking Robert’ hand “you holding out on me on this car Robert?” he did that white laugh to me, white guys are funny “it’s not that, what happened is that it arrived but late. We was kind of shutting too. But she is here, how you wanted it, the black rims. Frost white body” I am excited to see “I appreciate it, you went out your way for me” the guy did, he thought I was some random thug at first “wait here, just need to get some paperwork” turning to the boys “Cassius” Kyle placed his hand on my shoulder “think back, when have you ever bought a car for yourself. I ain’t speak on that shit you been had in Brooklyn, not the deals we was doing but actually spent money on you. Have you ever?” shaking my head “it’s time for you to spoil yourself, think about it. You never spoilt yourself and you have now bro, I am happy for you” I sighed out smiling, I never buy anything to be honest. I kept the same car I got when I was like eighteen, I didn’t see a reason for it so this is me spoiling myself, Sofia refuses to get rid of her trash car so I just got the thing fixed “come on over sir” Robert waved us over “is she ready?” rubbing my hands together “she is ready and here she is” my eyes grew seeing the car “this is so beautiful, oh shit!” I spat, I always wanted to get myself a nice car but when you live in Brooklyn that is never worth it “Robert, my man you sorted me out! Look at the rims on this bad boy” this is beauty.

I feel like a millions dollars, I am not even trying to be funny with this but I do. Like this car is luxury, I get to feel such a thing. I don’t do this because I ain’t that flashy but my god, this car is my baby. She is like the ice queen, this car is just pure white. Come to think of it, have I ever spent my money on my self. Have I ever done things for me, this is crazy. I was so deep in the game that I just did it to gain money, I gained but never spent but look at me now, I am blessed and doing this. I am just so happy, I got Myles driving Sofia’ car and then Kyle driving his own, we are going to find a ring. I am so out of my depth with this, the fuck do women want. I took a ring from her box so I know the size but I just don’t know the design, what would she like, I mean I assume she will want something very shiny, something that glistens and makes a statment.

Walking into the jewellers with Kyle and Myles, this is going to be fun. Us niggas don’t know shit “hi, I am Beverly. Do you need any help?” A name like Beverly seems so old, she is a young girl “oh erm yes I do, I need real help actually. I don’t know where to start” what rings are for engangments, like I don’t know shit “sure, what is it you want exactly?” scratching the back of my neck “engagment rings” I sighed out smiling “oh, you got a lucky lady. Come on over there. I will be around the display and we can look for you” grabbing Sofia’ ring I took out of her box, holding the ring in my hand as I walked towards the display “I got the ring from my girl’ box, so I got the size right” placing it on the glass display “oh that is a good start, well you can’t just buy one today. We do make them personally for you, we just need to figure out the design you would like?” my eyes widened and I just shrugged “I mean, you tell me. What do women like?” she laughed “well we would link bling, we would want to show the hell out but that is dependant on you. Are you on a budget?” I had to laugh “no, there is none. She is worth it. I mean I don’t want it too big, like that is showing off but I want it pretty, you know?” she smiled at me “let me show you an example, you may like it” she walked off “she got a good booty on her” Myles said in a whisper “well you are with a white girl, she ain’t got one” I laughed saying, Kyle found it hilarious and screamed out laughing.

“So you really about to marry her?” Kyle asked coming into my eye-view “yeah, you know what Kyle. I realised some things, I have had time to think, she ain’t had the best of life. She has to now accept what might come and she has, the least I can do is give her that. For her to get that feel, for her to have a ring. I get it, I do now so yeah I am. It’s going to be last minute, we won’t wait or anything because we have shit to do” they don’t believe me about this “so here we are” turning back around “this is a halo vintage ring, you see the diamonds around the band, fourteen karat white gold, this ring alone is ten thousand, three hundred and thirty seven dollars” she held it out to me, taking the ring from her “it looks nice, I like it. I mean it’s a lot diamond wise so she will like it” I am sure she will “we can engrave it, would you like that?” nodding my head “I would actually, how quick can you make it?” I want it quick “things like this take time” she said “I will pay whatever, I will pay cash right now. Plus extra, I need that within two days the most” the girl looked speechless “let me speak to my manager” she walked off.

I got what I wanted, it’s amazing what money gets you and look at that “you are something else, I am ready for the best man speech” Myles put his arm around me “we ain’t doing that shit, y’all going to air me out and shit. Y’all ain’t even invited, just a small thing” I am acting like they ain’t the first ones “Cassius Warren, a married man. Won’t even front” we stopped walking and stood outside my car “when I saw Jordan with Sofia, I was like that nigga is not worth that. She is one beautiful woman, and I was shocked she even likes your stupid ass” pushing Kyle “nigga shut up, she is ok” I shrugged it off “I love her for her heart, her beauty is a bonus. You know, she has been through shit, from being used by guys, threatened and now this. I just want the best for her. She still till this day craves her dad’ love, she still wants it. I wish I could get that nigga and beat his ass. She said he is local but doesn’t want to know, her mom is pretty too. She is crazy though” shaking my head “when she made you get her son? Like you did all of that for her to be shit to you, bad vibes but we driving back now” unlocking my car door “for sure” least I got that done now.

Locking my car door, I am so happy with my new baby. She is so sexy, Sofia should be jealous cause she bomb. Hearing the music playing from outside the home “they turning up in there” this is what I got to put up with now, like they going to be annoying as shit. Pushing open the door “you are so whipped Cassius, like legit. I am done with you” Myles said, walking to the living area “Cassius is here!” Mia spat, Sofia’ head poked up over the couch “hey” reaching over the couch and holding the flowers out to Sofia, I was late too so you know “awwww how cute is this!” Olivia gushed, Sofia took the flowers from me “long time no see, love the home bestie” Mia hugged me “thank you, good to have you here and Mitch, good seeing you” dapping him “you looking rich as fuck Cassius, not even going to front” Mia said behind me “you think? I am poor after being with Sofia, she is spending” hugging Olivia “you look tired?” I questioned “don’t, I have had a terrible night” nice to see Ivy not here “Kenton” dapping him “oh shit, Lloyd, good to know you still around. No bad vibes” Sofia grinned at me hugging me “thank you baby” hugging Sofia close, pressing kisses to the side of her face “ok, ok. We ain’t seen her in so long, we need to spend time” Mia said, this is what it’s going to be like, I just laughed “your home is beautiful, congratulations” Mitch said “thank you” this is going to be eventful with these here now.