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Religious Trauma? Try Weed (Part 2) 🌹 Dukexiety

tw: vague smut scene, implied sexual content, Catholicism, brief implication of Catholic guilt, drugs (weed), alcohol (beer)
cw: cursing, Remus, high school, religion

i have never been more proud of a oneshot. oh yeah, also this is a prequel to 'Religious Trauma? Try Weed'. This is titled 'Don't Call Me A Sinner (You're Far From A Saint)' on AO3 (account under the same name).

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Virgil sighed, sitting quietly on the curbside, his jacket over where he was sitting to prevent his uniform slacks from getting dirtied. He was way too early for his bus, but his parents- his dad mainly- wanted him out of the house by five. Taking off his backpack, he opened the front zipper and took out a notebook and a pencil, writing softly against the graph pages; he'd learned in eighth grade that graph paper is perfect for writing extensive texts without taking up a whole notebook. Only after about ten minutes of soft scratching on paper and the occasional crackle of tires running over stray gravel did the rumble of an infamous skateboarder's tires get picked up by Virgil's ears. Virgil trained his eyes against his paper, trying to keep his train of thought moving.

A loud click of the skateboard being kicked up and a stomp from the skater's combat boots made Virgil jump slightly, his writing halting completely. Please walk away, please walk away, don't beat me up, please walk away-

"Well hello nurse!" The boy whistled, moving to flop next to Virgil. Kill me. "I'm Remus, what's your- oh you go to that prissy private school, 'ya Catholic?" Remus said, quickly getting side-tracked by the dark blue logo that was sewn against the right side of Virgil's shirt. Virgil cringed slightly and nodded. Remus raised an eyebrow and spread his legs slightly, shoving his board between his feet.

His boots were laced up with yellow and purple in a pattern that Virgil had never seen before- he thought it was odd because it looked like it would be such a common lacing method. Patches covered Remus' jeans which were very ripped up- Virgil could see his upper thigh and peek slightly at his bright, almost toxic green boxers. His shirt was of some band that Virgil was definitely not allowed to listen to. Resting gently against his shirt was a dog tag with the name Remus proudly etched into it and an array of different chains. Once Virgil's eyes finally reached Remus' he realized he was being smirked at. Oh sh- crap.

"See something ya like, dork?" The punk asked, tapping a leg up and down. Pink blush flurried up to Virgil's ears as he ripped his eyes away to look at the road. Remus cackled slightly and threw his head back, somehow in the process looking more attractive. Wait- attractive? ATTRACTIVE?! Nonono Virgil wasn't supposed to find other boy's attractive- especially not other boys that smelled like cigarettes and had weirdly sexy mullets- wait no. "What? Are you not allowed to talk to me?" Virgil hesitated.

"Not really no..." He muttered softly, carefully avoiding his eyes.

"DAMN your voice is cute, you're cute- are you sure you're Catholic- or at least are you sure you're straight? Because in all honesty, I'd tap that." Virgil closed his book and covered his burning face with his hands, putting his elbows against his knees. On any other day before this Virgil could've told you he was 100% straight, but looking at this guy he couldn't help but consider- no! My dad would kill me if I ended up liking boys. Virgil quickly shut down his train of thought.

Remus took Virgil's silence as an invitation to fill the void in conversation on his own, rambling on and on about whatever came to mind while Virgil looked out for his bus. He couldn't say he wasn't listening to the other even as his other classmates began to show up, giving the two on the curb strange looks ranging from disgust to pity.