Without you - Sanders sides human! AU - book 2 (discontinued)

Chapter 26 (Roman's POV)

9 am, 25th of december, the day of Christmas and I was already in the car, ready to go home, to the real home, my appartment. The moment I finished breakfast, I put all of my things in my suitcase and said goodbye. My friends and I had decided to spend this day together as well as we could, and I wasn't planning on staying here longer than I needed to.

It was still early in the morning, I wasn't sure if the others would be awake yet, of if they'd be even planing on leaving their homes. I was definetevely going to be the first one to arrive back to the dorms. This'll be an unique moment, I had the habit of being late to places.

The few days I had been away hadn't had any effect on the apartement, everything looked exactly the same, except maybe for the fact that the windows where closed instead of whide open. It was slightly depressing that nothing had changed in my absence. It's like I didn't matter or something.

I hit my head with my hand. Don't be stupid, I told myself, What where you expecting, a surprise party? It's not even 10am in the goddamn morning!

Once I closed the door, I took the suitcase to my room and unpacked it. Half way through taking off the gifts that I had gotten, I stopped. I had the box with the nib pen in my hands, and I stared down at it. I understood why my parents had decided this'll be a good gift. I mean- I'm Roman, ain't I? I'm a creative person! I do creative stuff. And this pen is good for writting. But I still didn't like it. I'm more of a performer, I need to move, I need dynamics when I'm doing stuff! With theater is easy, the whole thing is just moving around and practicing. And with painting, the same. When you used a canvas, you mostly had to stand up and look for colours and mix them up and experiment. Writting, on the other hand... when you write, you needed an idea in mind, you had to know what you want to do, specially if you're doing it in paper. One mistake, and you're done. That's why I prefered to type things on the computer. It simply was safer. Also, the nib pen was a bit too fancy for my taste, it looked old and fragile, the last thing you could give someone like me. I'd probably never use it. I could give it to Virgil, he writes, but that'll mean putting him in some sort of "compromise", wouldn't it? Also, this was a gift from my parents. It'll be rude to give it away. 

I left the box aside and took out my phone. I got to the groupchat I had with the other three and decided to start a convo

Roman: hey guys

How y'all doing?

Virgil: Not bad

I've been in the airport for the past twenty minutes, waiting for Lo's flight

Apparently it got delayed, so he'll arrive in about an hour later

Roman: that sucks

Patton: agreed

Roman: want be to go by and make you company?

Virgil: Nah, I don't want to waste your time

I can distract myself aright, and you'll have to bring your car or get a taxi or whatever, and that'll be too much trouble

don't worry with it

Roman: K, whatever you prefer.

So when are y'all gonna get here?

Patton: You'll have to wait until after lunch for me kiddo, I promised my parents I would eat with them

Virgil: idk me nor Lo. Whenever his flight arives, I'll tell ya, but until then...