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Virgil couldn't believe he was doing this. He's been to one of Roman's parties before, it didn't end very well, but he still went. So why was he so nervous? "Ugh. This is so stupid," he groaned to Patton, his ride.

    "Oh come on, Kiddo. It's not stupid, your just nervous because of the rumors." Patton laughed, searching for Roman's address. Virgil blinked once, then twice. His stomach felt queasy as he debated jumping out the door now.

    "Rumors?" Virgil mumbled, now looking over at Patton.

    "You know, the rumors?" Patton asked, risking over to look at Virgil's reaction.

Virgil's heart raced in his chest, "No. I don't know. What are they saying? Is it about me, again?"
He was familiar with Rumors. He would spread them, and sometimes they would get spread about him. Usually, they were nothing good. At one point it was rumored that Virgil was caught smoking weed at school. Which was only half true. He only smokes in the bathroom.

He heard Patton sigh beside him as he did a left turn, "It's rumored that Roman is gay." Virgil laughed, there was no way Roman was gay. Virgil's heard the stories from random chicks of their one-night stands. "Whoever said that is lying their dam ass off. Where did it even come from?" Patton sighed again and stopped the car.

"Before I answer, I want you to know I don't think it's true," Patton said as he whipped his head towards Virgil. Virgil nodded him on to continue, leaning against the chair. He could not wait to see what excuse some asshole came up with. "There are two reasons, Some people saw him hanging out with Robin Buckley-"

"She's gay?" Virgil interrupted, cutting Patton off. Patton glared at him making him grumble but shut up.

"So a few people saw him hang out with Robin Buckley and some people think she's gay. The second reason is well, Apparently, he beat up a guy for you." He finished as Virgil's face slowly turned red. That was true. Two weeks ago, he got caught in a fight with some random asshole. Roman saw him and finished the fight.

It was admittedly, incredibly hot, and okay, maybe they danced last winter. But that doesn't make Roman gay. It just didn't make sense to think that one of the most popular guys in Hawkin's to be gay. Virgil isn't that lucky. "I'm sorry, Virgil, maybe we should just go inside and forget." Virgil just nodded, leaving Patton behind the moment he go inside the house.

It was loud, music blasting from everywhere. The house was huge but felt suffocating with the number of people there. Virgil smiled. He was going to have a good time, he just knew it. He cheered and ran off for the drinks.

A few hours later, Virgil was drunk, and There was almost nobody there. The music wasn't half as loud and Roimanb was working on getting people out of his house. Currently, only Virgil and two freshmen were left. They were in a corner trying to convince him to join some nerdy club called Hellfire. Even in his drunk mind, he was annoyed. They didn't know how to take No and fuck off as an answer.

"Yo, idiots! Leave Virgil alone and leave." Roman yelled from a few feet away. They grumbled but left. Virgil sighed in relief.

"You know those kids?' Virgil asked, his drink swaying in hand.

"I'm friends with their babysitter." Virgil gave Roman a weird look, who just laughed. "It's a long story," Roman said, taking a sip of his drink. Virgil just shrugged. He didn't care enough to ask. Virgil slid against the wall, sitting down as gulped down the rest of his drink. He still wasn't drunk enough to forget about everything.

"Can you get me two more drinks?" Virgil asked, throwing his old cup to Roman, who flinched a little but nodded wordlessly. It was still silent when Roman came back with Virgil's drink. As Virgil sat there, Roman studied his outfit, a purple button-up with two buttons popped open and pants that were black and very tight.

Roman stared at Virgil's chest a little longer than he would admit. Not because he was hot, which he was hot, but because of the red cut that was almost completely hidden. "What's that on your chest?" Roman asked, trying to keep his voice leveled and calm. On instinct, Virgil slapped a hand on his chest where the cut was.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." Roman sighed, rubbing at his temples. He threw away his drink and then took Virgi's drinks away. "Hey, those were mine!" He yelled in protest.

"I paid for them," Roman smirked as he threw away the remaining cups. "Now please sit down on the couch. I told Patton I would take you home."
Virgil sighed but got up. He didn't want to go home. He didn't feel safe there, he hasn't in many years. "I was going to stay at Patton's tonight," he mumbled, Roman could barely hear it from the kitchen.

"You can stay at mine then. My dad went to Georgia to visit my mom's family." Roman replied, walking over with a big glass of water. Virgil hummed in thought, slowly drinking the water Roma gave him.

"When is your dad ever home?"

"He's grieving."

"If I'm not allowed to make excuses for my dad, you can't for your ether."

Roman laughed, bitterly. "That's different. My dad lost his wife and just forgot I exist. Your's hits you." Virgil's eyes went dark, and Roman saw some fresh unshed tears. "Oh shit. Sorry I shouldn't have said that." Roman apologized, eye wide.

"It was my dad, he cut my chest with a knife, multiple times. I tried to stop him, but it just hurt so bad. He just can't resist a good fight," Virgil laughed, he wanted to believe it was because he thought it was funny that his dad didn't know how to keep his hands to himself. But he knew it was because he was just tired of it. Roman scoffed, getting out a kit that was labeled, 'Virgil's help'.

"Take off your shirt." He demanded, opening up the kit. Virgil blinked but did as told. "Your dad's a fucking asshole. He has no right to treat his son with so much hatred." Roman started by cleaning up the tinier cuts. He smiled softly when he saw the healed one.

Virgil cried. He desperately tried to rub away the sleep from his eyes. "I'm so tired," Virgil admitted, head against the soft couch.

"Of what?" Roman asked, moving on to put some healing cream on.

"My dad. The asses at school," he paused, eyes closing. "You." He felt Roman stop for a minute.

"Oh," Roman mumbled, going back to work. "Why? Am I doing something to upset you?" Virgil groaned opening his eyes. Roman sounded so disappointed.

"No. Your just really cool and I'm really drunk. I'm going to sound so stupid if I continue to talk," Virgil rambled, while Roman looked up at him curiously. Virgil gulped.

"Talk to me then." Roman smiled so brightly that Virgil's chest hurt.

"I think I deserve it. Not the hitting, but the names." Virgil laughed as the tears fell. "I mean, have you seen? I look weird."

'Werid?" Roman asked, "Virgili. You are so unbelievably pretty. How many people do you know with hair as Black as yours?"

Virgil laughed, loud and ugly, but it filled Roman with warmth. He loved Virgil's laugh. Virgil smiled so big it hurt. Roman was just so sweet, and he knew he would regret this in the morning, but he just had to know. Did Roman's lips feel as soft as they look? Would he be a good kisser? Would he even kiss him? He grabbed Roman's face. Leaning in, and kissed him. But Roman didn't kiss back, instead, he felt a harsh push. His back landed against the couch again.

"I'm sorry Virgil. I really do like you, but your drunk." Roman smiled sadly, a few tears in his eyes. His ginger hair fell into his face. "Get some sleep."