Eyes (Prinxiety)

Chapter 5

(Warning: Swearing and Remus)
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I can't believe this is happening. Here I am, on top of the broody emo with my brother in the doorway. Why is is timing always so horrible!

Remus had a shit eating grin on his face, crossing his arms. "Well well, I didn't mean to interupt~" He said in his obnoxious voice.

Virgil had his hands covering his face, reading clear embarrassment. I took the chance to roll off him and sit up. "It's in no way what you are thinking Remus! It was an accide-"

"Oh really now. If you really insist desr brother." Remus interupted, rolling his eyes in a sarcastic manner.

He walked in a shut the door behind him, leaning against it. "I won't tell mom and dad about your little boy toy, no need to worry... As long as you start letting me copy your homework."

"Fine! Whatever! Just get out of my room, Remus!" I hissed, getting up to shoo him away.

Remus chuckled his stupid little laugh and lifted his hands in defense. God, I hate him. He finally slipped out of my room, leaving the room in awkward silence.

I turned to help Virgil up, only to find him now sitting on the edge of my bed. His cheeks were still a bit red, contradicting his dark look. "You didn't tell me you were Remus's brother." He grumbled.

"I figured that was obvious considering we're identical, well.. More or less." I responded, tilting my head to the side curiously. "Is.. Is that a problem for you?"

"What? No. Why would it be?" He practically snapped in quick response. He's clearly nervous as he started fidgeting with his sleeve.

"No reason." I swallowed, looking around. "A-anyway. Homework, right?" I reached for my bag, pulling out a textbook and folder.

"Yeah.." He responded

It was about an hour later when we finally put everything away. My mother was calling us down for dinner and I honestly would rather die then have my father question Virgil about.. Well anything. I watched him put everything into his bag. Why was I dreading his departure this much? I need to calm my nerves..

I walked him to the door, waving to him as he turned down the street to head home. Come on Roman, keep yourself together. What is going in with you?

After a painfully long dinner with my horrible brother and parents, I was finally free to flee to my room. I spent maybe an hour or two online shopping for purple flannels and pants before I turned in for the night. Though laying there in the silence lead me to think about Virgil.

I want to talk to him more. See him more. Well, being in my amazing presence would gain him more popularity. That is what he wants.. Why? I don't think I ever actually asked him why popularity was so important to him. What would he gain from it?

I'll talk to Patton and Logan tommorow and see if they know anything.