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Part 4 Chptr 5

Yeah I prefer writing in third person soo

Virgil recovered quickly enough to shoot a small smile at Roman as he approached. The latter gave Virgil a dashing smile in return and the pair made their way inside.
It was then, in the bright flashing lights of the arcade, that Virgil realised with sinking horror that he had overlooked one tiny detail.
In order to play at an arcade...
One needed to bring money.
But he painted on a smile and watched Roman try in vain to win something out of a claw machine. As the latter's back was turned, Virgil snuck his hand into one of the slots in a machine. His fingers brushed something small and round. Praying to every higher power he could think of, Virgil pulled his hand out.
A quarter.
With a slight feeling of guilt, Virgil slipped the coin into his pocket.
"Yes! Finally!" A triumphant exclamation from Roman made Virgil whip round guiltily.
Roman was waving a small, plush cat.
"It's like you," he joked, pressing the black cat into Virgil's arms. "And it's for you," he added, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. "Hey, no, I can't take-" Virgil began, holding the toy out to Roman. "Can too," Roman interrupted him and pushed the toy back. Virgil gave him a slightly sarcastic smile. "Thanks, I guess."
The two trailed around the arcade for a bit, Virgil subtly collecting forgotten coins in the slot machines, until he had about three dollars. Then, after minimal success at the other machines, Roman suggested lunch.
They slid into a table for two in the nearby cafe, and Roman flicked through a menu carelessly. A waitress appeared out of thin air, it seemed. "Ready to order, boys?"
She was very young, and very pretty, Virgil noticed. She was also staring at Virgil intently, a slight smirk playing her lips.
Roman cleared his throat, and the girl turned to him. "I'll have a taco," he said, a strange look on his face. "What about you, Virgil?" He put odd emphasis on Virgil's name. "Uh, just fries," Virgil muttered, not meeting the waitresses eye. He could see her smiling and twirling her hair out of the corner of his eye. "Of course," the waitress said silkily. "My name's Dee. Dee Ceit. Just in case you want to find me." She winked, and sashayed away behind the counter.
Roman pulled a face at her back, and Virgil almost laughed. "She's totally into you," Roman grumbled. "What? Nah, she isn't. Who'd be into me?" replied Virgil, a slightly bitter tone to his voice. "Loads of people," muttered Roman, and then added something under his breath, which Virgil couldn't quite catch. "What?" he asked, and Roman blushed a fiery scarlet. "Nothing, just-I'm sure loads of people are into you," he said, stumbling over his words slightly. "Sure," said Virgil sardonically. "But, thanks I guess."
The pair sat in slightly awkward silence for a moment, then Roman made a joke, and they were back to laughing and joking together.
Dee sauntered back over to the table, balancing a tray on one hand, smirking. She placed the tray in the table, then made a show of dropping the packet of salt and bending down very slowly, showing off her long, tanned legs. Roman pretending to gag, and Virgil turned away, scarlet under his foundation. Dee drew up with a smirk and slipped a piece of paper on the table, with a phone number scrawled across it. "Someone kill me right now." Virgil thought, making wide eyes at Roman, signalling for help. Roman had a strange look on his face.
"Call me, ok?" Dee grinned like a Cheshire Cat.
Roman made an odd strangled noise, then said desperately, "He can't!"
"What?" Dee turned, wrinkling her nose.
"He can't call you," said Roman, in a slightly stronger voice.
"And why's that?" Dee almost snarled.
Roman glanced at Virgil, who shrugged.
"Because-he's-we're dating!" Roman said, a pinkish hue darkening his cheeks.
Dee looked slightly shocked, but also had an eyebrow raised in disbelief.
"Prove it," she said, crossing her arms.
"What? Prove it how?" asked Virgil, retaining his voice at last.
"Kiss him."
It was less of a request, more of a demand.
"Are you serious?" asked Roman, in disbelief.
"Deadly serious."
Roman looked at Virgil, silently asking for permission. Virgil shrugged, smiling slightly at the absurdity of the situation.
Roman leaned in and took Virgil's chin gently in his hand.
Then everything seemed to slow down.
Romans lips brushed Virgil's very softly.
The pair pulled away, and Roman looked expectantly at Dee.
"That was barely a kiss, come on."
She seemed to be enjoying herself.
"Oh my-" Roman stared at her, almost laughing.
"I'm serious. Make out with him, right now."
Roman raised an eyebrow, and Virgil nodded ever so slightly.
Then Romans lips were on his, and Virgil didn't care that half of the cafe was staring, and that Dee was staring in obvious disgust, it didn't matter that Roman was practically a prince and Virgil was the opposite, or that a small part of his brain was screaming that this was wrong, so wrong, and what would Mom think?
They drew away for breath after a while, and Roman gave Dee a triumphant smile.
She stared back at them, her pretty face wrinkled in distaste. "Fine, whatever. Just get out." She turned on her heel, marching back to the counter.
Roman looked at Virgil, who gave him a shy smile. "Was that-real?" he asked, and Roman nodded slowly.
"Patton's going to freak out," Virgil said with a chuckle.
"Tell him later," said Roman, and he reached for Virgil's hand, pulling him out of the cafe.
"For now, just kiss me,"

Thanks for reading the final chapter!
Wow it kinda sucks.
It also took way longer than it should have, but hey, it was my birthday, so I get a pass, right?
Anyways, see you soon xox