I Know Lo, I Know

A gift

I up the scissors down the light blue ribbon. I let go and it curls up just the way I wanted it to. I've wrapped the box in a white wrapping paper. It's the first birthday gift I've gotten him, It's so nerve-wracking. Will he like it? Will he find it tacky? Would he ever even wear it? Will he give it back to me? Will he understand what I wanted it to mean? I'm rambling again, aren't I? I lay down the scissors and take a deep breathe. He'll like it. He has to. I got him a hoodie, but not just an old camp hoodie. I had brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie. I cut them down the middle, and sewed one of each hoodie together. I made it as invisible as possible. I think it's okay. I also sewed the rest of it together, but I'm keeping that one. Because it's means a lot to me to, to know that I two homes, one here and one there. It's wonderful. I exhale, It'll be okay. He'll like it. there's a knock on my door and shove the box under my bed. "Come in!" I yell, walking to my dresser to look busy. The door opens, but I don't look, roaming through my clothes. "Hello Nicholas" A joking voice says. Jason. "Still not my name" I chuckle. The door clicks closed. And I shut the upper draw, let's hope he didn't see mine. I'd forgotten that I put it in my dresser. "I know" A small wind rustles through my cabin. He's happy, good. Let's hope I don't ruin it. I turn around, looking at him. "So how's my birthday boy?" I tease as he places his hands on my hips. I'm caught a little off guard and he presses his warm lips to mine. Though I quickly settle into the familiar feeling. He backs me into the dresser. My feet slip from the floor with ease and he places me atop the dresser, that is for once not messy. I let my hands rest down his hips, fingers grazing his lower back. I reach down, giving him a light tap on the butt. Light enough that he'll whine about not feeling it. I slip my hand into his back pocket.

He pulls back. Breathing a bit heavily. "Better now" He mutters. "Can more of this be my gift?" He asks, whiney boy. "But then you won't get my real gift" I say playfully. Jason sighs, he's standing right against the dresser. "Wait, you got me a gift?" His shoulders go slack. He looks really confused. Was I not suppose to get him something. "Yeah" I say, suddenly feeling very awkward sitting the dresser. I should get down. I go to move but Jason holds me fast. "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously" Blood rushes to my face, I shouldn't have gotten him anything. My legs are shaky. My chest's tight. "You didn't have to do that" Jason mumbles, losing eye contact. His cheeks turn a light pink. I swing my legs over the side and slip back down. "Well I did, so here" I grab the box from under my bed and practically shoves it into his hands. He fumbles with it, almost dropping it. "Huh" He chuckles. "Thank you" He says, he hasn't even tried to open it. "Well, come on. Open it" I rush out. I hope he likes it, he has to like it. Please like it. "Okay okay" He murmurs. He gently pulls the ribbons lose, undoing it with such care. I lean on my arm on my nightstand, trying to look casual. Like, I'm not freaking out, I'm totally fine. He rips at the white paper gently, it's almost like he's never gotten a gift before. Jason sets the ribbon and paper down on my dresser, looking at the box. He looks up at me, confused. Gods, he clearly hasn't gotten a gift In years. "You, got me a box?" He asks. Weirdly enough, he doesn't sound disappointed, just confused. "No" I laugh, pushing himself op from the nightstand. I grab the scissors and slice open the tape. "It's in the box" I explain. "Oh" He laughs, and opens the box. For a couple of terrifying seconds. He doesn't react. He hates it, he can't stand it, he'll throw it out. Then his face lights up, he's grinning. He pulls the hoodie out, setting the box aside. He feels the soft fabric, then along the part where the shirts meet.

"Nico, it's, gods it's" He looks op at me, eyes so bright with joy. "It's perfect, I love it" He exclaims. "Thank you thank you thank!" Even though it's almost summer he slips the hoodie on. He crashes into me, wrapping me op in a bone crushing hug. "You're welcome" I mumble. I pat his back, a, hey let me go. He gives me one last squeeze before he let's go. "Where the hell did you even get this?" He asks. I reply without thinking. "At the camp stores" "You can get at the camp store?" He asks, snuggling his face into fabric. "Half of it yeah" I say. He cocks his head to the side. "Explain" He says, sticking his hands in the pocket. That was such a pain to sew. I chuckle "Well, I brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie, and then I cut them in half, and then I sewed together. And there you go, new hoodie. I did that, because I know you have a hard time choosing between your camp half hoodie and your camp Jupiter hoodie, and also, it's like, because they're both your home in different ways." I explain, leaning my elbow on the dresser. Jason sniffles, and I glance op in a panic. "Nico, honey. Thank you, so much" He's getting a little teary eyed. "I love it, I love it so much" He wraps me op in another hug, lifting me off my feet by accident. "Hey, it's okay" I rub my hand op by his back. "it's okay" I whisper. He chuckles, pulling back. "What you do with the rest?" He sniffles. I cringe a little. "Well, I didn't wanna throw it out, so I did the same with them" I say, rubbing the back of my neck. "Do you have it?" He asks. "Yeah, you can have that one too if you wa-" "No" He chuckles. "No I don't want it, does it fit you?" I stop halfway through looking for the hoodie. "It fits like your clothes fit me" "Great, put it one, we'll have matching clothes" He almost giggles. I grab it out and slip it over my head. I smile at my happy boyfriend. He caresses my cheek. Leaning in for a kiss. It's short and sweet.

"That's better"

I said sit

The Seven and I are sitting at heath. Talking about how the hell we made it through that quest. We should realistically all be dead. We really should be, me especially. How did I don't spilt my head down the middle and die. How did I not get amnesia and forget what we were doing. I hit my head so mange times, like how did nothing happen to me. I snap my attention up to see who's walking over to us. Nico, my, well, not quite my boyfriend yet, but we're flirting. We're getting there. The others do know, we don't hide it. Why should we. "Nico! join us, sit sit" Percy calls. Nico stops in front of the circle, there's no room for him to sit anywhere, unless he sits on the grass. "Um" Nico utters, looking around awkwardly. He still hasn't really found his place among the seven. Which is, understandable, we did debate saving him, which was really shity of us. And extremely shity of me, considering that I'm now trying to date the dude. It brings a lot of guilt, because, I almost let him die in that jar. "Why don't you sit with Jason" Piper asks, nudging me. "What?" Nico murmurs, if you don't know him the way I do, you won't see this, but he holds his hands behind his back. A small nervous thing he does. "Yeah" I pipe up, realizing that I was supposed to say that. "Come sit with me" "What do mean sit with you?" He asks. "There's no room for me to sit" He mutters. I sigh a bit, gods, that boy does not get it. "Come sit in my lap" I say, trying to sound causal. "Yeah no" Nico says, the words slow and unsure. The others pick back up the conversion. Nico slowly makes his ways to me. He stands behind me, but I reach back and tug on his belt. There's is light blush on his cheeks. Guess I shouldn't have gone for the belt. That's kinda sexual. "Sit" I whisper to him. He stares back at me, moving my hand off him. "No" He whispers. I tug him closer by the belt, he fumbles forwards and balances himself on my shoulders.

I've pretty much exited the conversion, focusing on Nico's refusal to sit. I don't think it's such a big, it's not like he'll be sitting on my- oh wait, he will be. So what, nothing's gonna happen. We're around 6 other people. "Please" I say, batting my eyes at him, the way Piper use to do to me to get her way. It worked for her, it always tricked me. Nico sighs, and swings his legs over, getting into the inner circle. He does sit, but not properly. He's almost just sitting on my knees. I don't comment, I know it wouldn't do any good. I rejoin the conversion the best I can. But I'm distracted by Nico a lot. He's exceptionally light, almost like he's not sitting at all. And he keeps shifting his weight, like he's trying to do something, but he can't. I wrap my arms around his hips, and that's when i feel it. He's feels to light, because he's not sitting, he's hovering. I pull him back, sitting him fully in my lap. I lean up to his ear, resting my head on his shoulder to not look too suspicious. "I said sit, honey. Not hover" I murmur. He huffs out in embarrassment, but it could be confused for a sound of amusement. Probably what he was aiming for. I've got him against my chest. I lay on head in the crook of his neck, relaxing into this new feeling. It's really nice. I shift a bit under him, and I feel him tense up. I choose to ignore it, and rejoin the conversion for real this time. How did we not die, like how. The subject shifts to Nico, who's is getting quite uncomfortable with sitting in my lap. The warm press of his body against mine, isn't exactly making me uncomfortable. Well, not in the way I'd thought it'd make me uncomfortable. I'd thought, that it'd make me sweaty and get my legs to fall asleep. While I am a little sweaty, my legs aren't sleeping, my lower body is, um, happy. Let's say it like that, I think you know what I mean. Morning wood, just in the afternoon. I guess I should have known.

It's not that bad yet, just a bit. But I know he won't move, 1 : because I won't let him 2 : If I ask him nicely, he'll happily cover for me until the others go away. 3 : He's frozen up, he won't leave unless I make him. This is probably what he wanted to avoid, But hey, I bet he doesn't mind. While we're not dating, we do have, sexual experiences together. We've kissed, made out, shoved our hands own each other's pants and gotten the other off. It's not like he's never touched or seen it. He has, he's seen it, he's touched it, and he liked it. So did I. My body is not a secret that he has to ask to see. My body is his to look at, to touch, to have. My body doesn't don't hold secrets from him, it holds a warm welcome. I can't speak on Nico's behalf though. He's still rather shy about that kinda thing. I suppose it comes from being raised in the 1930s. The whole, sex was bad, and gay sex was down right 'unholy'. But we're working on it. "How you survive that?" Percy asks. "It wasn't that bad" Nico chuckles nervously. "It'd happen before, when I was younger" They others have gone silent, waiting for Nico to continue. I don't remember what Nico had said to get this reaction. I'm having a little trouble focusing. "Um, I think I was around, 10" He guesses, he folds his arms over mine. Another nervous thing he does. Reaching for his own hand to hold. I move my right arm move his, and lace my fingers with his. His hand is slightly sweaty. I squeeze it tightly. Percy makes a sort of, go on, gesture. "Um" Nico stutters on. "I just, sorta, kneed em, and wacked them on the head. Then I took what I needed, and ran away" He shrugs. The others break out in laughter. "Oh, that's so a 10 year Nico" Leo, (who's on my other side) laughs out, aiming to shove an elbow in Nico side, but he get me instead. "Ow" I yelp, untwisting my fingers from Nico's. I lightly slap the top of Leo's head. "Sorry" Leo laughs. Nico awkwardly chuckles along.

I lay my hand back over Nico's, and he twists his fingers into mine. "Oh fuck!" Piper yells out, jumping op from her seat next to me. "What?" Annabeth asks. "We're late!" She yells. Everyone else get's op in a hurry. What are we late for? I haven't been told of anything. "What's going on?" I ask, shifting Nico in my lap. "We'll explain later okay? don't worry!" Leo yells as they all sprit off. Nico goes to move, but I hold onto him. "Jason I have to-" "Honey, stay here" I insist. "I have to help them" "With what?" I ask. "Stuff" I would later find out, that said stuff, was a secret birthday party for me. Percy stops, turning around. "Nico!?" Percy gestures for him. But grab onto his hips. "Stay with me" I whine. "Sorry!" Nico yells back to him, settling back into my lap. Nico huffs in frustration. "I hate you" He mutters. "You love me" I snuggle into the crook of his neck. Nico shifts around, making me twitch. "What the fuck have you got in your pockets? It's so stiff" He shifts around even more. Sweet, innocent Nico. I pull him, getting him sat straight on me. "Sweetheart, I don't have anything in my pockets" I start. Nico shifts a little more, almost making me groan. "What?" He asks. "Baby, that's me, so be a good boy. And cover it for me, Mhm?" Nico chokes on his own spit. "Did you really have to say it like that?" "I'm only teasing you" I chuckle. Nico shoves his elbow back, hitting me in the rips. "Ow!" I yelp and jerk in pain. "That hurt" I whine. "Sorry" He mumbles, reaching back to hold my hand. I pull back for a seconds, but then I let him have it. He shift his weight, leaning forward, hovering again. "Baby, I said sit" I grunt and yank him back. "Okay" He sighs.

"I'll be good"

Once apon a time

(I know it's not Christmas but I was looking through an old book of mine and found this, so I wrote it here)

Sanders sides a Fairy Tail about a new Christmas tradition

Once apon a time there livet a young lad out in the woods, all alone. The town hated him. every year on Christmas eve the towns people would come and throw sticks and stones at his little cabin. Because of this he would ever again leave the Forest nor his his house for that matter, not even Christmas was anything to look forward to. 'but this year will be better'

But on the stroke of Midnight, Virgil was yet not asleep no he was running around the town placing posters on every door he could find.

He was going to show them that he still had it in him

When the night of Christmas eve came. No one came.... So there the young lad stood 'they didn't even came to throw stones at me' he thought as he sat down on the steps of he's house.

He sat there with his head in his hands, but then he felt a small hand tapping his shoulder. He looked up, and there stod the whole town. "sorry if we were a little late, we got lost" said the town elder

A small boy came up to him, and gave him a teddy bear "I'm sorry for all We have done. My names Patton but you can call me Pat"

The boy looked no older then 8 years old

"the others didn't want to come, but Logan made them. Logan's the towns elder..."

Logan spoke up "and we could use a young man like you, don't worry we know what you are dear"

Virgil stod up in shock "you know I'm a wicth?"Virgil asked ready to run for his life

"we do and we don't mind, not at all" Logan said

Virgil smlies Softly "well come inside, the food should be ready soon"

Normalize having multiple sets of pronouns

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Memories

As Nico and I settle into bed, I'm twisting and turning way more then usual. I can hear Nico snoring beside me, and I try not turn onto him. I've been up since 5 this morning, so I stupidly thought that I won't have trouble falling asleep. After a rather harsh turn, Nico stops snoring. Fuck. "Jacey?" He asks groggily. I twist on my side to look at him in the darkness of night. "Mhm" I murmur, my head starting to ache in the not surprisingly hot Zeus cabin. "What's-" He start, a yawn cutting him off. "Up?" he asks, snuggling to keep his eyes up. "I can't sleep" I mutter out. A sleepy Nico shuffles closer and tucks himself into my body, wrapping his arms around my hips. "Bed" He murmurs into my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "Could you lay differently?" I ask, holding Nico helps but I find sleeping a lot easier with a weight on top of me. He makes a sound of agreement. "Up?" He asks, detangling himself from me to resettle where I want him. "Yes please" I say. My tired boyfriend moves onto top of me, getting comfortable with his head in my neck. He rests his hands on my shoulders and hums into my neck. Sending another shudder down my back. The very last bit of stress is pressed out of me as he rests his body on mine. Nico is maybe ten kg smaller then me, but that's still enough weight to keep me down and calm. With Nico sleeping on me, I can't twist and turn anymore. I feel a lot safer sleeping with Nico. My body grows heavy, and I fall into a deep sleep.

Next thing I know, I'm back at Camp Jupiter, at my first training. They expected so much of me, I was Jupiter's son, I had to know how to fight. When I didn't take to it right away, everyone was disappointed. The sword drops from my hand and the other kids my age laugh and point. I remember running away in tears. I hid away into my bunk, crying under the covers. Then I'm thirteen again, standing in front of the whole camp, I'm holding a speech. The same speech the older campers always wanted me to repeat. I remember that standing there, on that stage, and just feeling the weight of the world settling on my shoulders. It was the first time I realized that no matter what I said or did, I would always be a son of Jupiter first, and a person second. I still feel that way a lot of the time. Never with Nico though. Nico treats me like a person, which is a low bar. But I have to admit, that's what made me fall for him, he actually cared about me, my feelings and my hobbies. Guess I'm just a sucker for anyone who treats me like person. The image changes again, I'm running into the forest at Camp Jupiter. I don't quite remember this. I'm, maybe eight. Crying, I climb up in a tall tree. What happened? I don't recall this at all. Everything else has been memories, why isn't this? A couple boys come running into the forest, their face are blurred and almost non existing. They all look around for me and yell for me to come. What is this even? I'm hiding in the treetop. There's something on my face, it that blood? Why is there blood on my nose? Did I get hurt? Did I fall? Did they do that? Fear sets in and my blood runs cold. All of a sudden, I lose my footing. This is a memory. Fuck how did I forget. I brace for the impact, but there's nothing. The forest is completely quiet. The boys are starring at up at me. I peel my eyes up and a shook of fear runs through my body. I'm floating in mid-air, legs curled up with my arms up around my ears. I hold back a scream and grab for a branch. I cultch my hands around it, and for some reason, I stay afloat. The time I figured out I could fly. The five boys run from me screaming. Gravity takes hold and I fall. I try to hold onto tree, but the branch is too fragile, and it snaps with the strain of my weight. I crash to the ground, the second my face hits the dirt.

I startle up in bed. Nico's rolled off me sometime during the night. My chest's tight, I can't breathe, it's like my throat is closing. I wrap my arms around myself, hands steady on my bare shoulders. I bury my head into my crossed arms. My heartbeat is drumming in my ear. It feels like I just ran from one end of camp to the other. I only notice that I've been rocking back and forth when I feel the blanket on the end of bed touch my legs. Fuck. I glace over to the alarm clock on my nightstand. 4:35, you have got to be kidding me. I have to be up in two hours. The sun is already slowly rising, making the sky a light yellow that fades to blue. "Fuck" I mumble sniffling. Warm tears roll down my cheeks. Through my blurry vison I look over at Nico, he's peacefully sleeping. Should I? I shouldn't. I wipe away the tears. Just because I woke up doesn't he has to get up as well. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, getting out of bed as quietly as I can. There's a cold sweat running down my back, I'm shivering. As I pull a hoodie over my head. I spot a window open, I didn't open any window. Maybe Nico opened it. I can go outside in sweatpants, right? Yeah, yeah, it's fine. I slip on my shoes, stopping by the door to hear if Nico's sleeping. There's a small, gentle snoring. Thank the gods I didn't wake him.

The door creaks a little as I open it. Just as I close it, I realize that leaving maybe isn't the best idea. If I go on a walk, and Nico wakes up, he won't know where I am, and then I'll get an earful for not telling him or leaving a note. Nico worries a lot, but I don't mind, most of the time anyway. I'm not going back inside, I need some air. I throw myself down the steps of the Zeus cabin. I guess I'll just sit here for a while. I breath in the sweet morning air. My heartbeat slowly returns to normal. Even though I know it was only a memory, the fear has settled deep in my stomach. More tears fight to fall, and I give up. I lay my head on my knees, the tears rolling down and soaking into the soft fabric. Fucking shit. I sniffle, wrapping my arms around my legs to stay stable. At least no one else is awake to see me like this. I hiccup, damn it. I rock a bit, trying to calm my nerves. I sniffle again and lift my head, dragging my sleeve over my wet eyes. I hear a small creaking behind me, did I not close the door properly? There's a small hand on my shoulder. I twist my head to look at him. A half sleep Nico is standing behind me without a shirt on. "What's wrong?" He yawns, tangling his hand into my hand. "Just a, bad dream. Bad memoires" I shallow down the cold worry that had set in my throat. He gently tugs my head up, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "I'm sorry honey" He ruffles my hair then lets go. His sweet voice makes the fear in my stomach disappear. Another tear presses past my eye, and Nico's soft hand reaches down and wipes it away. "Come back to bed, it's too earlier" He pleads. I nod and push myself of the steps. As I stand facing Nico, he reaches up and slings his arms around my neck. He leans up and snuggles his head against my neck. "You'll be okay" He whispers and kisses my cheek. He gets down and laces his hand with mine. He pulls me back inside.

Sniffling, I close the door behind me. "Sorry" I mutter. "Don't you dare be" He yawns again, he never gets up this early. I've had to get up at four a couple of time, I'm a little mere use to it. A sleepy Nico spins me around to the side of the bed. "I love you" He murmurs pulling me in for a hug. I let myself sink into his arms, not bothering to hold back the tears. I mumble the same words back to him, but I don't think he can understand a word that comes out of my mouth. "You're okay" He whispers running his hand up my back. I sniffle, my nose is all stuffed up. A very tired Nico sits down on the edge of the bed, he gently tugs at my waist. I take the cue, shifting down with my legs on either side of him. His warm arms wrap around my middle. I cry into his shoulder, my tears rolling down his chest. "What was it about?" He asks, twisting a hand in my hair. "I, I-" I shake my head against his shoulder. I can't, it's too much. "Okay Honey, it's okay, I got you" He murmurs, gently running a hand up my back. He plays with my hair as we sit in the silence of an early morning. After maybe twenty minutes of straight up sobbing on his shoulder. I try to talk, but it's childlike babbling through even more tears. "Baby" He pleads, gentle hands pulling my head from his shoulder my cheeks. "You don't have to talk, okay?" He says wiping my tears with his thumb. "If you want, of course you can. But if it's only upsetting you more, then you don't have to, okay? I know it's hard" He reassures, leaning in and resting his forehead against mine. Tears roll down my chin, I whimper and throw my arms around my neck. We sit here for gods know how long. By the time I stop crying, the has risen into the morning sky, and my head is being spilt in half by a headache. "Come on, you need some sleep" Nico pats my back. Through still slightly blurry eyes I glace over at my alarm clock. Fuck, I can't. It almost 6 : 35, I have to get up soon anyway. "I, I can't" My voice is hoarser then I've ever heard myself sound. "I've class soon" I sniffle, I clear my throat and it hurts. "No, No you don't" Nico shakes his head, tugging me closer to him. "You didn't fall asleep until one this morning, and you been up since when? Four? " "4:35, I'm fine I should-"

"No" He says, getting a bit stern with me. "Bed" "Nico plea-" "No. You make me sleep after a night like this. You are going back to bed" He insists. I sigh, he's right. I do. Guess there's no way out of this. I'll tell Chiron later. "Could I have some water first?" I ask, wiping my runny nose on my sleeves. "Of course" He mumbles. I move off his lap and look for the bottle of water I brought back from dinner last night. I find it on my desk and down the half empty bottle. It feels like my head is being spilt open on sizzling asphalt. As I shallow the last bit, the tiredness takes it's troll on me and I stumble to my dresser. Nico's walking around, drawing the brand-new curtains he had the Hephaestus cabin install here so that I didn't have to walk to his cabin every time I have a migraine. I throw my now dirty hoodie off, it's covered in tears and snot. I dump it into my laundry basket and find a new one to wear. "Do you, want a shirt?" I sniffle. "Yes please" Nico makes his voice ten times lighter then normal. I laugh, finding an old hoodie of mine and throwing it in his face. "Hey!" He chuckles, bring his knee up to catch it. He pulls it on and walks over to me. "Come on, it is past your bedtime mister" He jokes patting me on the backside. I fake a gasp. "My bedtime? I have a bedtime?" I grab his shoulders. "Mhm, don't forget your naptime either" He leans up and kisses me. I let myself relax with his lips on mine, gently moving with him for a little bit. He pulls away. "Now no more avoiding, to bed with you" "I wasn't" "Yeah yeah shut it, bed" He says removing my hands from his shoulder. I sling my arms around his neck and tug him closer by it. "Mhm?" "You been up with me, so to bed with you too" I say. "That was the plan Honey" He mumbles letting me drag him to bed by his neck. As we tumble into bed together, Nico says something I don't quite catch. "What?" I ask, laying down on my side of the bed. Nico drags me into the middle and lays over me. "You are so" He bops my nose. "Cute" I feel a small blush come onto my already red cheeks. I pull the blanket over us. My eyes have grown very heavy and so it's no problem closing my eyes. "Jacey?" He mumbles "Mhm?"

"When you're ready to talk about it, I'm here. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know"

Good morning Lo

"Morning Lo, How'd you sleep" Virgil ask knowing that Logan didn't really sleep, "Aright I guess, why?" Logan answers without thinking "Well just because you don't come to bed last night" Logan realizes that 'oh fuck Virgil and I were suppose to talk about something important to him last night when I fell asleep at my desk' Logan's heart sinks seeing how Virgil is looking at him "Logan you okay? 'Virgil looks sad, as he speaks "Oh yes of course" Logan looks down at his feet, he is still wearing his clothes from yesterday, Virgil backs Logan in to a corner "Logan, Really I'm not mad" Virgil throws his arm on wall by Logan "are you sure V?" Logan mutters with a hand over his mouth "Of course not"

Virgil being a bit taller than Logan, picks him up bridal style. Logan go's red as Virgil kisses his forehead. "Logan sunshine, I ned you to listen now okay" Virgil says seriously. Logan nods with a worried look. Virgil starts walking to their bedroom, and continues talking "Logan you rember that I wanted to talk to you about something important to me last night?" Virgil asks sadly, "Yeah?....." Logan mutters looking away to hide his bight red face.

Virgil sits Logan down on their bed and undresses him, he puts him in a T-shirt. They both laid down, and Virgil holds him close to his chest

"This was what it was about, I worried about you sunshine..... Please let me help"

"I need you to tell me when something is wrong or if something is stressing you out, Okay?"

"I'l try.... I'l try"

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Exhale: After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-4394253

Child Abuse: 1-800-422-4453

UK Helplines:

Samaritans (for any problem): 08457909090 e-mail jo@samaritans.org

Childline (for anyone under 18 with any problem): 08001111

Mind infoline (mental health information): 0300 123 3393 e-mail: info@mind.org.uk

Mind legal advice (for people who need mental-health related legal advice): 0300 466 6463 legal@mind.org.uk

b-eat eating disorder support: 0845 634 14 14 (only open Mon-Fri 10.30am-8.30pm and Saturday 1pm-4.30pm) e-mail: help@b-eat.co.uk

b-eat youthline (for under 25’s with eating disorders): 08456347650 (open Mon-Fri 4.30pm - 8.30pm, Saturday 1pm-4.30pm)

Cruse Bereavement Care: 08444779400 e-mail: helpline@cruse.org.uk

Frank (information and advice on drugs): 0800776600

Drinkline: 0800 9178282

Rape Crisis England & Wales: 0808 802 9999 1(open 2 - 2.30pm 7 - 9.30pm) e-mail info@rapecrisis.org.uk

Rape Crisis Scotland: 08088 01 03 02 every day, 6pm to midnight

India Self Harm Hotline: 00 08001006614

India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669

Kids Help Phone (Canada): 1-800-668-6868

FREE 24/7 suicide hotlines:

Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430

Australia: 13-11-14

Austria: 01-713-3374

Barbados: 429-9999

Belgium: 106

Botswana: 391-1270

Brazil: 21-233-9191

China: 852-2382-0000

(Hong Kong: 2389-2222)

Costa Rica: 606-253-5439

Croatia: 01-4833-888

Cyprus: 357-77-77-72-67

Czech Republic: 222-580-697, 476-701-908

Denmark: 70-201-201

Egypt: 762-1602

Estonia: 6-558-088

Finland: 040-5032199

France: 01-45-39-4000

Germany: 0800-181-0721

Greece: 1018

Guatemala: 502-234-1239

Holland: 0900-0767

Honduras: 504-237-3623

Hungary: 06-80-820-111

Iceland: 44-0-8457-90-90-90

Israel: 09-8892333

Italy: 06-705-4444

Japan: 3-5286-9090

Latvia: 6722-2922, 2772-2292

Malaysia: 03-756-8144

(Singapore: 1-800-221-4444)

Mexico: 525-510-2550

Netherlands: 0900-0767

New Zealand: 4-473-9739

New Guinea: 675-326-0011

Nicaragua: 505-268-6171

Norway: 47-815-33-300

Philippines: 02-896-9191

Poland: 52-70-000

Portugal: 239-72-10-10

Russia: 8-20-222-82-10

Spain: 91-459-00-50

South Africa: 0861-322-322

South Korea: 2-715-8600

Sweden: 031-711-2400

Switzerland: 143

Taiwan: 0800-788-995

Thailand: 02-249-9977

Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800

Ukraine: 0487-327715

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