"Hey, hey, it's okay. Why don't we talk about it? Really catch up on everything that has happened?" Virgil smiled and nodded, following Roman over to the food that was spread out.
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Virgil let out a loud laugh at the joke Roman made, smiling brightly as he tilted his head down. It had been a few hours now and the mood between the once couple has severely lightened. Both boys were finally remembering what made them fall in love the first time around.
"You're joking right? I can't believe you actually thought that I had a thing for Janus growing up! He's such a slimy dushbag!" Virgil exclaimed as he tried to steady his breathing.
"Hey! Don't laugh at me! Can you blame me, you two were always together!" Roman stated as he put his hand on his chest.
"Yeah, because we were always running errands for you bozos!" Virgil took a swig of the soda besides him.
"Fine fine, you win! I apologize if I must."
"Thanks for the apology, dumb-ass," next to be picked up by Virgil was a bright red strawberry. It turned out to be that perfect strawberry, juicy, sweet and very delicious. "Mhm! Shit, where did you get these!"
"I've been growing them for a while, I thought I might share them with someone I really care about," Roman smiled as he placed his hand onto of Virgil's.
Virgil stared down at their hands for a moment, taking into account of the repercussions of what he was about to do. That was until he decided to just say 'fuck it', he leaned in and cupped Roman's face.
It wasn't long before he kissed Roman softly. Roman immediately put his hand on the back of Virgil's neck, pulling him closer.
The End
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Sorry for the long wait and short chapter. I finally finished my exams for school and I'm out for the summer.
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