Love heals all wounds {Completed}

Chapter 1 of 3

It was never his intention to keep this shitty job for so long, but it was almost two years since he was hired and honestly, he was surprised they didn't fire him yet. Virgil Aster closed the front door with a slam and sighed while he kicked off his shoes.

His job sucked. For two long years he had to deal with customers who expected him to treat them like royalty and looked at him like he was less than bird poop. Some of them even had the guts to say that it took too long and they would complain to the boss if he wouldn't hurry up, while Virgil literally run the whole freaking day!

You should try to get a job at the bar around the corner, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

He groaned and walked to the couch that stood in the middle of the brown and white living room. Two small tables were placed next to each side of the big, dark brown couch and Virgil was glad his housemate decided for this one.

It was comfortable, soft and he literally sank down every time. Virgil loved the feeling of being surrounded by warmth, because he was always cold, even with the hot temperatures of Florida.

He was always dressed in a black hoodie and dark jeans. His hair was also black, but every month he mixed it with another color. He loved purple, but sometimes he chose blue, green, red, yellow or even silver. Depended on his mood that day.

He decided to get a drink first before he sat down, because he knew he wouldn't get off any time as soon as he sat down. He opened the fridge and saw with great pleasure that his housemate filled it up again with food and drinks. Virgil never felt bad for the fact that he let him do the groceries all the time and always had to pay for it.

Patton Sanders was his name and he was a thirty-year old father. He had a kid named Rory and he there was something about a divorce, but Virgil didn't care for one second. He warned Patton that he wasn't the perfect housemate, didn't have enough money and even hated interaction in his free time.

Still Patton took him in and accepted him. He didn't even had to pay rent for the house, which was a blessing. They only thing he had to pay for, was his car and sometimes, when Virgil was in a good mood, he'd pay for takeout. Still, his job paid very little and Virgil questioned his decision every day. He didn't wanted to live with a dad-housemate and a kid for the rest of his life, but for now it was good enough.

The house was pretty spacious with two floors and multiple bedrooms. Virgil's was at the end of the hallway with the bathroom between his and Patton's room. Rory had his own Disney room next to Patton.

Patton seemed to like his presence even when they didn't really talked to each other. He tried to have a friendship, but Virgil wasn't interested.

He was way too happy and almost never got angry. He made these stupid puns and would never shut up, even when Virgil ignored him. He knew a lot of shit happened to the man and that's why he got irritated every time Patton did something "happy", because it was fake.

Patton had to learn to show his bad sides too, but he always had this insane amount of patience.

Virgil grabbed a can of coke, walked out of the kitchen and sat down on the couch while scrolling on Tumblr. After a while the front door opened and a 6 year old boy came running towards Virgil. He jumped over him, what made Virgil almost drop his drink, and landed on the couch with a big grin.

'Mister V! You have no idea what just happened. Dad saved a girl from being robbed! It was so cool! He tried to steal her wallet and grabbed a knife and then dad jumped in between and stopped him before he could stab her! Then the police came and arrested him and-'

Virgil didn't even listen anymore. A robbery?! A man with a knife?! Holy shit, was he oke? He would be screwed if something happened to Patton, because that would mean he'd lose his house and he needed to find something else and actually pay rent!