Hopelessly [Sanders Sides]

Where We Begin [Polyamsanders] (Part One)

Virgil has three soulmate marks.

He has a clock that counts down until the day he meets his soulmate on his upper arm, he has a name written in neat letters on collarbone, and he has the first words he'll hear his soulmate say written across his inner thigh.

Two would have been normal (some people had two soul marks for one soulmate) but three?

There was something wrong with him. Something different that many people didn't like.

He learned this at a young age, when he was in kindergarten. Back then, Virgil could push himself to talking to people. That worked for him, he made friends. But as they learned more about each other, most people would turn away from him in disgust. So he learned how the world worked. He was wrong to most of society, and it would be hard making friends.

But that was okay.

Virgil could deal with it.

He made one friend in the second grade, someone who insisted on being his friend regardless of the rest of his class saying Virgil was weird. His name was Greggory, but his teachers called him Gregg. Gregg himself, however, told Virgil to call him Missy.

Virgil, since he was still so young at the time, giggled at that. He thought it was interesting how he wanted to be called something like that. Virgil did as Gregg wished, however.

One time, half way through the second grade, Virgil invited Gregg over for a birthday party. Gregg was his only friend so it wasn't supposed to be big or anything, but it did end up being a big day for Gregg. When Virgil opened the door for Gregg, Gregg was jumping up and down in front of his parents.

"Virge!" He had exclaimed. "Look at my counter!"

Virgil look at the other boys wrist in shock. On the time was 30 seconds going down every moment. But Virgil hadn't invited anyone but Gregg. It had clicked in Virgil's mind after a moment and he had smirked a little bit.

"Come with me," Virgil said, pulling Gregg into his living room and leaving the parents to discuss whatever in the doorway. Gregg dropped his sleepover bag in the hall. In the living room watching television and playing with toys, was Virgil's little brother. Gregg's counter had went down to 5 seconds as Virgil brought him in front of his brother. "Angus, this is Gregg."

Virgil was really happy for Gregg. Gregg was the only person who had ever actually been a friend to Virgil, so his happiness was important to Vigil.

If he was honest, it did suck to have your birthday party attention put on your little brother. Looking back, he's happy it was Gregg and not someone else.

His brother was only a year younger than Gregg and Virgil.

As they grew up, Gregg had nicknamed Angus 'Pranks' due to all the antics he got up to. Angus really wasn't bad, every prank he did was harmless and usually in the right setting. He never did any at school- in fact he was an A student.

Which really sucked for Virgil because by the time they were both in high school, Angus had better grades than Virgil ever did. Never was a grade on Angus's report card less than a ninety. Virgil, however, got mostly eighties and maybe a few low nineties.

Virgil truly wasn't too butt hurt about it- he was depressed and anxious. He had damn good grades for dealing with that and the stress of school. He was just happy not to be failing.

Now, he and Gregg were 17 while Angus was 15. Virgil grabbed his keys and checked the clock and shouted up the stairs, "Angus, we gotta go!"

He heard Angus run down the stairs and picked up his backpack, then walked outside. He hopped into his car and threw his backpack in the passenger seat. As he started up the car, Angus sat down in the back seat.