It's Just Business (COMPLETED)

Chapter 44

"Princey, remind me why we're listening to BBC Radio 6, which no one listens to."

Roman looked over at Virgil, who was lying on his back on the bottom bunk, before looking back at the radio he'd managed to extract from the junk in the basement.

"Princey? Why are we listening to something that literally only my parents listen to?"

Roman looked at the radio as if to say to it 'don't move' before turning in the swivel-chair to face Virgil.

"So you know how I stole back my T-shirt from you-"

"Technically, it's my T-shirt now."

"Says who?"

"The law of boyfriends." Virgil said, smiling a little and waving his hand in the air. "It's comfy and I need it back."

"Why?"

"Because it's comfy and big. And I like sleeping in big T-shirts."

"Were you using my T-shirt as PJs?"

Virgil looked at Roman without turning his head.

"Maybe." He mumbled, pink dusting his cheeks. Roman made an 'aw' noise and Virgil glared at him. "That information does not leave this room."

"Fine." Roman grinned. "Well anyway, I took your PJs from you because Radio 6 was doing a T-shirt request day thing."

"Huh?"

"Basically, you wear a band T-shirt and then send a picture to Radio 6 with a song request and they play it."

"And you chose Queen?" Roman nodded. "You, Roman Winston, chose Queen over all the musical songs in the world?"

"Queen's a good band, okay? I mean, I had a T-shirt of theirs, so I must like it a lot."

Virgil raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I'm not saying anything." Virgil said, snickering slightly and looking back at the top bunk.

"Hey, I told you about the Brian May thing in confidence. And you promised not to bring it up."

"I'm not saying nothing, Princey."

Roman pouted and glared at him before swivelling back around to stare at the ancient radio. He grinned and turned the volume dial up.

"Yeah, they're playing it." He said, punching the air. Virgil raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're too excited about this, Princey."

"Just listen." Roman said quietly. Virgil rolled his eyes and listened to the song playing. He rolled his eyes.

"Crazy Little Thing Called Love? Seriously? You could not get more cliche, Princey."

"Oh, come on. I've heard you sing this song when you're looting the cupboards for film night. You love it."

Virgil looked back at the top bunk and crossed his arms, blushing. "I didn't know you were listening." He muttered.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed. You've got a good voice, Sunshine."

"You just have to say that."

"I absolutely don't. But I am. Because it's the truth and I promised to be truthful with you. Now," he stood up and offered Virgil his hand, "how about a dance?"

Virgil looked up at him, dead-pan. "I'd rather die."

"Come on, please? Re's out and mum and dad are downstairs. One dance?"

Virgil sighed and took Roman's hand. "Fine. But if anyone finds out about this, I swear to God, Princey..." Virgil didn't finish the sentence as he stood up.

"Read you loud and clear, Sunshine." Roman said, grinning. "Now, d'you mind if I spin you?"

"To start the dance?" Virgil asked. "Fine."

"There goes my baby." Roman sang quietly as he spun Virgil around. "He knows how to rock and roll. He drives me crazy."

"You're messing up the pronouns, Princey." Virgil said, sounding like he was trying to swallow a laugh but doing nothing to hide the bashful smile on his face.

Roman kissed him on the top of the head. "I know."

Roman sat up sharply in bed. Realising where he was, he sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.

"Jesus Christ." He mumbled, putting both hands over his face and falling back onto his bed. "Jesus Christ, why?"

He sighed again and looked up at his ceiling. "I need to get over him." He thought. "Though how, that's the question."

Whaaaaaat, this isn't at all a shit-post chapter based on that Tumblr post I made, what are you talking about? Pfffft, that-that's stupid, why would you even suggest that?
Bye,
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