A/n: Okay, here's another oneshot! : D

TW:
•Abusive parents
•Touch starved
•Severe punishments

If I missed any PLEASE TELL ME!

Growing up, Logan had very controlling parents. They controlled what he did, how he did it, and why.

They controlled who he talked too, how he talked to them, and if he had any friends or not.

Ultimatley, friends were a huge no-no. You trust friends, and trust would lead to family secrets being let out, Logan's trauma over abuse being ranted onto everyone-

And Logan's prim, proper rich family was all a out image. They needed to obtain the perfect son. He couldn't throw fits, or tantrums. Wouldn't interrupt, or speak unless spoken too.

His parents cared more about his education than him. More about his future than his present. Friends were always completely out of the question, and fun was too if he had anything below an A, playing sports and doing anything other than studying also fell into this category.

No tv, no phone, no games, no fun. Just chores, and studying. Heck, sometimes not even food.

He did, of course have a phone and a laptop and other electronics because of image.

They were rich. His son needed to have every latest update, and have it showcased to the world.

He wasn't to interrupt his parents, he wasn't to speak unless he was given permission. His input-his opinion, it didn't matter. It never did. He had incredible, high standards to live up to.

His parents owned mansions-yes, plural, they owned private mini-jets, and huge houses. They'd often move around, never in the same house for too long.

He actually lived on the opposite side of the mansion they were currently staying in of his parents, so at least while he studied he could have privacy.

Unless they were standing over his shoulder. If he was caught dozing off, smack after smack.

They were controlling-yet neglectful. Even in his own house, he was forced to wear formal attire and shoes. Gelled hair, slick and perfect.

He was never treated as a human, but as an object. Logan never got affection, or touch. Hugs were an extreme no-no.

He was to follow in his family's footsteps. His grandparents were rich. His great grandparents were rich. Generations, after generations.

He had to keep up with the legacy. His family was famous by now. It was a known thing. Everyone knew who he was, and everyone wanted him for his wealth.

Girls were constantly chasing after him. Boys were too. His family had no idea he was gay.

His parents wanted him to marry in a wealthy family, and people who wanted him only wanted him for his money.

Except for Virgil Haywire. They'd met at a McDonald's. That was a tragic day for Logan's family, being spotted in a trashy McDonald's.

But Virgil, he was the employee. He was so nice to him. They exchanged numbers when his parents weren't looking and kept in touch ever since. Logan would sneak on his phone, just to text and FaceTime.

Virgil was everything his parents hated, and Virgil was everything Logan wanted to be. Normal.

Logan wanted that loving, kind family and that normal, playful banter that Virgil had with his parents and siblings.

It would never happen though.

Over some years, Logan's parents were trying to send him off to some private, pristine, fancy college.

That same day, Logan came out. With his feelings towards Virgil.

His parents, enraged, kicked him out. They'd spent so long trying to build the perfect son.

That was ruined. Their vision was destroyed.

"After everything we did for you!" His father screamed.

Logan was left with nothing.

So he snuck in.

He packed up everything he owned. He  had practically millions in his bank account by now. His parents forced him to work fancy, high paying jobs, and gave him a $23,000 allowance every month since he was eleven, and that on top of the jobs he worked every single day...

He packed everything in about four large duffle bags, and set off. He felt hurt.

All his life, he'd been working-countless, long, torturous days and nights, just to earn his parent's approval-his parent's love.

After all he'd done to achieve it, this was how it ended. His parents kicking him to the curb.

He didn't know what do do..where to go. He'd never actually made much of his own decisions before-everything was always decided for him. Even how many times a day he was allowed to have water or use the bathroom.

Logan always had whatever he wanted handed to him on a silver platter, if he met his parent's requirement. But the things he'd wanted never made him feel good for long.

He snuck into his garage, and grabbed his fancy car his mother had bought him. He jumped in as quietly as he could, putting his bags in. He sped away as fast as he could.

Once he was far enough away, he began to slow down. Fear always stopped him. Fear of breaking rules, and the law was a rule.

After an hour of driving he stopped. He opened his phone, and began looking at places.

Colleges.

This was technically his chance to have a normal life. He didn't have to go to some fancy, strict, prim and proper university. Of course, he would get into a good school, because he did want a good job.

He eventually chose a good college in Florida. It actually wasn't too far-and the college seemed pretty nice. A slightly larger than average dorm, every dorm had two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The bedrooms were pretty standard sized, the bathroom was nice, and the kitchen had a nice island with a living room in front of it.

He filled out a form, and sent it. This would determine who his roommate was.

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One week later, students were given a week to move in before classes. Logan arrived a little later than he would've liked, but he had to freshen up. He'd been living in his car for a week.

He opened his dorm room, and walked in. It was just as good as it looked in the picture. It was no five story mansion with a huge garden and a fishing pond like he was used to, but it felt..normal.

He smiled.

"Oh my god" Logan heard from across the room.

He turned around, and as soon as his eyes laid on the man before him, his mouth gaped open. "Virgil?" He asked.

"Don't you 'Virgil' me-What the hell are you doing here, I thought your parents sent you off to some boring strict multi-billion dollar college!"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you.."

"What?" Virgil asked, worried. He hated when sentences ended that way.

Logan rolled his eyes, hearing the edge in Virgil's voice. "I'm pregnant" he joked.

"I'm joking" he said after Virgil gave him a complete and utter unamused look.

"Okay, okay..." he said, beginning to tear up, the seriousness of the situation finally setting in, "My parents kicked me out.."

"WHAT?!?" Virgil yelled.

Logan closed his eyes and took a breath. He couldn't cry. He wasn't allowed to cry. 'Show no weakness. Show no emotions' as his parents would always say.

He had to be stoic and cold. He had to be uncaring and passionless, to always act as if he was above everybody else, just because his parents had money.

People with money could get away with anything. The people who had money were the people who held the power, and Logan hated it.

He hated how every time he'd use his money to donate to charities or people living in the streets-his parents would tell him, 'don't pity them, don't pay them any mind. It's their fault that they're the way they are.'

Logan didn't agree. His parents thought they knew everything, but they didn't know why people were homeless, they didn't know their situations.

He would donate to charities for sick kids, and his parents would lash out, and tell him that if the kids were to die, it would be 'okay,' the world was 'overpopulated anyways.'

Logan hated how he had money but wasn't allowed to help.

"-gan? Logan? Are you okay?" Virgil asked.

Ah. He zoned out.

Logan sat up straight from his slouched position, and continued with his dull, aloof demeanor.

"I'm fine"

Virgil took Logan's hands tentatively. "Logan, you don't have to pretend with me. I'm not going to hurt you if you cry, i'm not going to reprimand you for having emotions, for ranting, for needing another human.."

Logan leaned in heavily. He was touch-starved, and Virgil could tell.

Virgil ran his arms up and down Logan's, giving him all the love and affection that he needed.

"Mmm.." Logan hummed in content.

Virgil knew Logan wouldn't get better overnight, and he was perfectly fine with that. Moments like these were so calming, and he was happy to do every small thing he could to make Logan feel better.

A/n: I could write a part two to this, idk..

Maybe if I find time. 

Or if one of ya'll want to continue it or make up your own story based on the idea if this concept, i'd be fine with that!

If you do, you don't have to tag me if you don't want to, but I would like to read it. : D

Also, if you wanna tag me in literally any book at all, I don't mind being tagged. ^_^