Hey readers! I'm back with another story, and I'm actually pretty excited about this one since it features an Emo!Logan. I've wanted to write something like this for a while, and now it's happening. I don't know how many chapters I intend on writing, but I will hopefully enjoy writing all of them. It might be a two/three shot (I dunno yet). But yeah! Without further ado, enjoy :33
Sidenotes: Logan is 15, and Hesh is 16.
It'd been almost a year and a half since the Walker sons last saw their dad. Being a brother of the elite group of Ghosts, it felt that Elias' access to his boys was stripped away. He grew to be sad at some times. They were his world outside of this dangerous one. They were on his mind everyday. He'd think about their growth, their health, everything every parent thinks of whenever their children are far from their reach. He'd video chat with them every once in a while, which started out as seeing both of his boys, smiling and chatting. Very recently, it'd only be Hesh who'd be talking to him. Odd enough, whenever he asked where Logan was, the older brother would hesitate, then say that he lost his voice(as in being sick) or is taking a walk. It'd happen on every call they made, and it worried Elias. On the other side of the screen, only Hesh knew where his younger brother would be. He'd be inside the house, locked away in his room and for whatever reason not wanting to talk to his father.
Or at least, not talking to him where Elias wouldn't be able to recognize him.
Over the year their dad was gone, a rather "emotional" phase hit Logan like a bus. His dress sense became a bit duller, wearing black jeans, shoes, and shirts. It was almost like he was ready for fall or winter. He also had his hair swept over one eye as his facial expression sometimes remained blank and unreadable. Whenever Hesh went into his room, he'd see his younger brother doodling in journal, always having his headphones covering his ears, the music playing loud enough for him to block out all of the sound. Not that Hesh had a problem with whatever phase Logan was going through, yet he sometimes worried. He's heard about these types of kids, and what they possibly could be doing other than listening to heavy, screamy metal rock bands. Things such as being constantly depressed, suicidal, and sometimes a bit angsty. Their guardian, Monica, was too worried, and told Logan to wear short-sleeved shirts if he was going to be that kind of teen. Logan once got pissed off when they were all assuming that this was how all of these gothic kids act, claiming they were all a bunch of stereotypes.
Well, stereotypes or not, Hesh still intended on keeping a keen eye on his baby brother.
Logan didn't come down for dinner that night. But really, all there was were left overs anyway. Hesh heated up a plate of chicken and rice, meant for his brother, while waiting for Elias to answer the Skype call. It took a lot of time, and he used it to set his brother's dinner off to side to cool off a bit on the counter. Then when the little tune on the computer came to a stop, Hesh walked over only to see his father's face on the chatting screen. His face lightened up, "Dad, hey!"
"Heya, Hesh," Elias said, trying to sound excited but sounded weary, "What've you been up to?"
"Well, I got my license."
"Did you really?"
"Took a few tries, but the hard work paid off."
"Good for you, son."
Hesh's grin faded, seeing his father's tired expression, "Is everything okay, dad?"
Elias stayed silent, sighing and clearing his throat, "We lost one of our men, Hesh. He's M.I.A."
"Damn, seriously?" Hesh blinked.
"It's really why I couldn't talk to you for a while. We spent weeks searching for him, but we called it in."
"Sorry to hear..."
Elias nodded, letting out a breath, trying to smile, "How's Logan doing? He doesn't have that 'sore throat', does he?"
Hesh hesitated for a moment, "Actually... He's asleep now. He had a pretty long day, and... Yeah..."
The old man blinked, straightening up, "Son, can I ask you something?"
"S-Sure."
"Is Logan alright? Is he upset?"
"N-No? He's fine, dad. I... Really can't answer why he doesn't want to see you, but that doesn't mean he's upset..."
A saddening look appeared in Elias' eyes, and Hesh stopped. "Dad?"
"It's been a while," The dad spoke, almost murmuring, "More than that perhaps... Well, you keep an eye on him, alright. Tell him I love him and... I'll actually be coming home in a few days."
"R-Really?" Hesh smiled, "I really can't wait to see you. I think Monica's pretty fed up with us anyway."
Elias laughed, "I'll talk to you soon. Love you, son."
"Bye, dad!"
The call ended, and Hesh couldn't help but sigh a bit as well. Monica, who'd been reading a cooking magazine on the couch, looked at him, "Are you sure Logan's not upset?"
"W-What? No." Hesh scoffed.
"Well it wouldn't hurt to ask him. He sure won't talk to me, but I think he'll talk to you."
"Yeah... I was gonna go up there anyway."
He walked over and grabbed the plate of food. He walked up the stairs, seeing Logan's bedroom door opened just a little bit. The light was on, yet it was silent in there. Hesh gave a few taps on the door, and he peaked in. He let out a sigh relief to see that Logan wasn't doing anything to hurt himself. He just sat on his bed, headphones on, and reading a book on the second world war. Logan looked up before sitting up as his brother entered with a plate of food. "Hey," Hesh greeted, setting the plate down on the desk beside Logan's bed. "Whatcha listening to?"
"Hmm?" Logan mumbled before taking off his headphones.
"I said what are you listening to?"
"Just a song. It's ten years old, but pretty cool."
"Okay, smart ass. Be a little more specific than that."
"It's by A Day to Remember. Wanna listen?"
Logan handed the headphones over to Hesh, who braced himself for any screaming vocals or anything loud. But instead, his ears were filled with a calm, acoustic guitar along with a male voice, singing his lyrics softly. Hesh smiled a little. It's actually not that bad. Logan grinned. "Cool song," Hesh commented, taking the ear-wear off, "What was it called again?"
"Uh, 'You had me at hello'," Logan answered, taking his headphones back.
Hesh cleared his throat and sat on the edge of his brother's bed, "So I wanted to ask you something: Are you upset?"
Logan chuckled a bit, "Why would I be upset?"
"Well, I just finished talking to dad, and... He thinks you're mad with him. Wanna talk about it?"
Logan frowned, looking down, "I don't want him to get the idea that I'm mad at him, which isn't true. But... What if he sees me this way? What will he think?"
"I'm sure he wouldn't care-"
"So he wouldn't care that his son is wearing eyeliner?"
"Er...-"
"Exactly." The two siblings stayed silent for a minute, their eyes lingering around the room. Logan pursed his lips, and he sighed, "I love him, Hesh. I miss him a lot. But no. I'm not upset with anything."
"He misses you too," Hesh spoke, "Oh, and he said he'd be home in a few days. Cool right?"
"What?" Logan stammered, "Oh... Yeah, that'll be something to look forward to."
Hesh noted how Logan's face paled a bit, and he laid a hand on his shoulder, "He's our dad, Logan. He'll love us no matter what, 'kay?"
The younger brother stayed silent, feeling a bubble in his throat. When he finally did nod, he felt a dreaded feeling begin to build up in his belly. Somewhere inside, he just knew that Elias wouldn't like what he saw of his son.
I'm actually enjoying writing this so far :D What do you guys think?
