Becoming the Luna - Chapter 132

I gently massage his scalp with my hands an old memory passing through my thoughts, we were just five and my mom had taken me to the park for the sixth time in a row because I kept insisting that I wanted to see V – I couldn’t pronounce his name so I always called him that, I never do anymore now and I wonder why.

Usually Virgil would be sitting all by himself on a marble bench, my mom was worried about him because apparently he snuck out of his house and came to the park all by himself.

I was the one that did most of the talking and the hugging, and the sharing but he gave me his full attention so I didn’t get bothered at all by his quiet nature, forward people mostly terrified me.

But that day he was standing and swerving his head around like he was looking for someone, that was until he saw my mom and I.

I wanted to run over, elated to see my only friend but my mom held on tight to my hand because I was a lot more clumsy then and she cried harder than me whenever I got hurt — which was a lot.

Virgil always sat down stiffly, a cold expression on his adorable face that was too severe for a child, he never replied to my questions or reacted to my storytelling. It was like talking to a teddy bear.

This time though when he saw us, he dashed across the space between us so fast that I was stunned for a few precious seconds.

That was the first time he said my name, plus the first time he touched me first — Virgil always denies now that he cried but I clearly remember him with tears in his eyes.

I get sad whenever I think about it but I know he hates the pity so I try to not think about it, I don’t pity him, I’m just sad.

I wonder what could be bothering him now, the first time he had come for comfort, turned out that everyone kept saying he killed his mom.

My mom had been livid and yelled for hours on the phone at Virgil’s dad, and then boom! Virgil starts basically living over at my place which I didn’t mind at all.

It had just turned out to be his brothers bullying him… I still didn’t like to think about it because Virgil didn’t like me to.

“I need to shower.” I say casually when he leans back, knowing that mentioning his actions would only make him retreat deeper into his shell. “You’re staying the night, aren’t you?” I ask hopefully, walking over to the wardrobe again.

“Yeah.” He says simply, falling back on the bed with his legs hanging off, a peaceful expression on his face.

I step into the bathroom with my clothes bundled under an arm, the warm water feels blissful on my sore muscles — why did I risk my life by hanging around Luke and his dog again?

Plus there’s the case of Virgil and Dale acting suspicious whenever I mention him, maybe I should stop, Luke already seems terrified of Leon, I wasn’t about to set the two of them on him as well.

I study my reflection in the steamed up mirror, I’m fully dressed in one of my mom’s sweaters this time and comfy shorts.

I can’t help but feel like I’m out of time…

“You took a lot of time in there, is something wrong?” Virgil asks in worry when I step out.

I perk up at this, quick to hide my worry for him — he’s just built that way, he’s allowed to worry about every single thing about me but I couldn’t.

“No, I’m fine, I brushed my teeth.” I add, showing him my teeth.

“Did you floss?” He asks seriously, getting up.

I make a face, pausing my motion to slither under the covers to glance at him. “I brushed my teeth, anything more is just asking for blood.” I tell him seriously.

“But if you don’t, there’ll be germs which can make you fall sick…” He starts to argue in earnest.

“Go take your shower, Virgil.” I tell him blankly.

“Fine but we are not done with this argument.” He says sternly, going over to the wardrobe to pull out a pair of black sweatpants that are very different from the gray pair that Dale had unearthed the day before.

I sit up in a flash, frowning. “Why are your clothes in my wardrobe?” I ask, again.

“Where else would they be?” He asks incredulously like I’m retarded for asking the question.

I just watch him go to the bathroom with a blank expression, noting that the idiot didn’t carry a shirt either.

I make a face of exasperation, wondering if they had planned this — wait, nope.

I shake my head, I couldn’t see that ever happening but they were so similar sometimes it was downright creepy, maybe it’s the Alpha in them.

I’ve learnt my lesson from the time Dale was over and I keep my back turned to the bathroom even when I hear it swing open.

I wait patiently for Virgil to get on the bed first before I’d turn around to face him but when a couple minutes pass and still no Virgil, curiosity wins over and I spin around to check.

I let out a strangled sound, I should have stayed put.

Virgil is leaning against the wall with his hands down the front pockets of his sweatpants which makes the flimsy material just ride lower on his hard body.

“Are you coming to sleep or you prefer standing over there like you’re in an ad for a body spray or something?” I ask grumpily.

He glances at me like he had been lost in thought. “I thought you were asleep.” He says sheepishly, making his way over.

“It nearly happened trust me.” I tell him sleepily, my eyes slipping shut.

“Well you should go to sleep.” He encourages, pulling me closer so that my head rests on his chest, his skin is cool to the touch and it only encourages the rapidly approaching sleep.

“Virgil?” I say drowsily, my eyes closed.

He hums, his arms wrapped protectively around me.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” I ask hopefully.

“Sure, now goodnight.” He agrees.

I want to respond but I’m not sure if I do or I just fall fast asleep.