It's Just Business (COMPLETED)

Chapter 12

"Hey, Virgil!"

Virgil kept walking, he didn't want to talk to anyone for a long time.

"Virgil!"

"Go away, Aaron."

"Virgil, fucking listen to me!" Aaron said, catching up with Virgil.

"What do you want? You get five minutes and then my bus'll be here."

"You and Roman need to make up."

"No. Never."

"What are you, a Scorpio?"

"Huh?"

Aaron shook his head. "Doesn't matter. You're both really awesome actors but you can kinda tell that you two hate each other. So... if you could at least talk about-"

"We tried that already, Aaron. Remember? When you and Lu locked me and Roman in the coffee shop?" Virgil rolled his eyes. "We tried talking and then three months later, I ended things with him again. It's not my fault he hasn't moved on." Virgil checked his watch. "Anything else you want to say? You've got two minutes."

"Um, right. Uh... this isn't going to be anything like that. We've got a free day on Sunday and I just thought that if you and Roman could try and at least be civil with each other, sorta get on level footing, you two could, um-"

"Times up, Aaron." Virgil said, putting a hand out to stop the bus. "I'll think about it but don't hold your breath."

"Oh, Jesus Christ." Virgil sighed as he saw who was calling. "Hey Remy."

"So when were you going to tell me?!"

"Tell you what?"

"That you're playing opposite Roman! That you were playing the love interest of Roman's character."

"Okay, okay, back up a bit. First of all, I've moved on from Roman, don't get any ideas about either fighting him or shipping us or whatever the fuck's going on in your brain. Second of all, he's playing the love interest of me. Elliot March is the main character."

"Yeah right."

"Thank you for that vote of confidence, brother of mine. But seriously, he is. It's on the script and everything. So, what's your point for calling me?"

"How much are tickets to the show?"

Virgil sighed. "You're kidding, right?"

"No gurl. I wanna go to this show... what's it called?"

"Van Leer Rose."

"Yeah, that."

"Mhm. You want to go to a show you don't know the name of."

"Who cares about the name?"

"Mhm, yeah." Virgil rolled his eyes. "Call me back when you're not high on caffeine." He ended the call. His phone started to ring again. He growled and picked it up. "Remy, you'd better not-"

"Remy called you too, huh?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry. Hi, Issac. Why're you calling me?"

"Just wanted to check up on you. You've not really been posting online for a while and last time I checked, that was never good."

"I'm fine, Issac." Virgil said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Just been busy."

"Right, okay. Um, anyway, yeah, stay away from Remy for a little. Emile called me immediately after and started apologising about Remy."

"Honestly, how Emile's stayed with Remy for so long is beyond me."

"Yeah, same. Anyway, um, yeah. I was just checking up on you. So, you're fine?"

"Yeah, don't worry about me."

"That's not gonna be possible but I'm glad you're good. Um, I've gotta go now. Sorry."

"Nah, it's fine. Bye."

"Bye Virgy." Issac said, his old nickname for Virgil slipping back in at the last minute.

Virgil laughed as he put the phone down. It was nice to know that someone cared about him.

Fluff? Family fluff? Queenie fluff? Anything? I don't know, Violet and Queenie were arguing all night and they're being really stubborn today, hence the Writer's Block. I should stop talking,
Bye,
Blaize