Bonded by the Blues | A Sander Sides Book

Chapter 6 - Lost in a Big Blue Hall: Part 2

Have you ever had any side characters just shove their way into the story and demand that they get some screen time? That's what happened here. And so there's a part three coming up. Plus, with a title like 'Lost in a Big Blue Hall' I couldn't possible NOT have a chapter form Virgil's POV, can I? 

--Roman--

Roman crouched down to pick up the pieces of his mum's mug off the kitchen floor. He collected them into a used bag and tossed them into the trash. He wiped the crumb covered counter, washed the dishes from last night and stuffed away the leftovers. He poured the last dregs of water left in the kettle to a paper cup and downed it. He'd prefer a warm cup of coffee, but he didn't have time, and the chilly liquid soon woke him up. He could have waited until the maid or the cook came down, but he wanted to be out of the house early. He paused at the fridge wondering whether to fix himself a snack, decided against it, and stepped out of his house.

He blinked at the welcoming sun.

His car was not parked at its usual spot. Typical. He guessed his Dad must have taken it. He always left his own car behind when he was angry. Something about his grand car needing loving attention. So that means my car doesn't? 

His old bicycle stood propped up against the shed. Or he still had time to catch the bus. Did he want to turn up at orientation sweaty but energised or comfy but lethargic? He felt the need for a bit of exercise.

His trusty old bike it was.

Soon he was freewheeling down the dewy slopes of a green hill, bumping over ruts. His hair caught the wind and his fingers tapped impatiently on the handles. He had to sing.

He hoped his voice will make the hills alive with the sound of music, but he'd probably be out of breath and the outdoors were not great with the acoustics. He sighed wistfully of the days when he still believed in fantasy, and that reality was for the unimaginative. Well that's life, those days are past, I've grown up. Chin up, Roman! Now what am I gonna sing? I've Got the Wind in my Hair from the Tangled TV series? Gosh I love that. It's literal sunshine...

Music in his mind's ears gave rhythmic life to his peddling feet and he flew down to the town. the gravel path flowed into a cobbled pavement.

He suddenly screeched to a halt as a dark flash crossed his path. His heart in his mouth, he looked in confusion at the silhouette dressed in black dart in to a back alley darkened with shadows by tall buildings on either side.

Roman scratched his head and wrinkled his nose. "Watch it!" he shouted, but they had already disappeared. "Whoever you are, stay out of my way next time."

Since he'd stopped cycling, sweat broke out at last. Dang. "Jerk," he muttered to himself, "It's all your fault." He took off again.

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Roman soon stood in front of a big pair of doors under the placard 'The Blue Hall'.

"Seriously? Is that the best name they could come up with? Meh," he said out loud before he could stop himself.

A hand thumped on his shoulder. "Hiya!" came Dorian's familiar voice, "Yeah the naming system in this Uni is so ridiculous! Silly Plebs!"

Roman smiled as his eyes met Dorian's. One hand twiddled with his bag strap.

Dorian smirked. "Are you going in or must I open the door for you, your highness?"

Roman laughed and pushed the doors open. "After you." He swept his right hand and bowed.

"With pleasure."

"Believe me, the pleasure's all mine."

"We'll see about that!"