(A/N:) Here's a human AU with these two because they're lovely. Enjoy.
Third Person P.O.V:
Virgil's head was spinning, he felt like he was going completely insane. He was in love.
Of course, it wasn't at all his choice to be in such a state. He'd never wanted to fall for anyone. For a long time, he'd decided that it would be the most practical to live life self-sufficiently, not needing to rely on anyone else. In all honesty, he didn't believe he'd be granted the luxury to do so. He'd never been very good with people, enjoying the company of very few and knowing that even fewer people would enjoy the company of him. He just wasn't someone who was very enjoyable to most people - or at least he certainly thought so, and as such he was convinced that he would never find someone to love.
That was until Roman Prince waltzed into his life.
In the beginning, it had felt like a bad dream having that guy wasting his personal space. His first impression gave off that he was loud, obnoxious, more than a little self-absorbed and a real pain in the ass, observations that all turned out to be 100% true. With that being said, he was also very cute, the little devil, and unfortunately, Virgil was very, very gay.
They'd met at a club, of all places, a fact that wound forever amuse Virgil. With how well Virgil did around people, it was no surprise that he also didn't do all that well in social scenarios, meaning he wouldn't be caught dead in a place like that – or at least, usually. The only problem was, one of Virgil's only real friends, Patton, had to drag him along with him. For the life of him, Virgil could never understand that anyone as kind and sweet as Patton would put up with a person like him. He'd tried to get it through the boy's skull that there were ever so many better options for a best friend out there, but damn it he wasn't going to let up and, in all honesty, Virgil wasn't complaining. Really, he loved the guy and he couldn't imagine hanging out with anyone else, despite all of the terrible puns that Virgil pretend not to laugh at.
Having such a wonderful friend, however, came with some serious consequences at the time, going out and being social being the major one. He really hadn't wanted to be in that club stinking of alcohol and sweaty horny young people grinding against each other – which normally would have driven Patton up the wall, but he was busy flirting with some guy he'd met a while ago who happened to be there, Logan. With Patton preoccupied talking to the bookish gentleman who looked rather out of place with his tie and polo shirt, not that he and Patton didn't look a bit out of place as well, he was left on his own.
In this setting, Virgil had never felt out of his element. Everyone was all flirty and talking and dancing and then there was him - standing in the corner, trying to avoid any and all attention. Unfortunately, this hadn't worked in the least bit because before he knew it a tall and handsome guy leaning against the wall with a positively punchable smolder on his face. And Jesus was his line cheesy! Did it hurt when you fell? From heaven. Yuck! Virgil tried to tell the guy, whose name was apparently Roman, to get lost but the damned smile that had stuck to his face had seemed to give off the wrong impression. This Roman-dude was not, in fact, walking away and trying to flirt with someone else, and it only seemed to make Virgil more anxious. He didn't know what he was doing at all, because even if he found Roman even the least bit attractive - which he totally didn't - he didn't know what he was supposed to do. No one besides Patton had really wanted to talk to him for this long, he wasn't quite sure what was supposed to happen from here. His chest had become tight and face red and hot to the touch, god he felt like he was having a stroke or something!
