lovely // analogical ✔

☆ 25 - after school ☆

(a/n: do you ever just look at someone and go FUCK HOW CAN SOMEONE BE THAT PERFECT)

The next day at school, a girl went up to Virgil and interrupted his conversation with Logan.

"Hi, my name's Jamie! I'm so super sorry for interrupting. Our makeup artist is gone but we need to send pictures of looks to the drama teacher before the play so she can approve them and you're the best at makeup I know, so if you can, please come to room 142 after school!"

Virgil glanced at Logan. Patton was going to be doing tech rehearsal for a few hours after school.

"Uh, I dunno. How long's it going to take?" Virgil asked.

"I'm unsure. Depends on how long it takes for you to do them, but I see your Instagram posts and I know you're pretty experienced with this stuff, so probably, at most, like three hours?"

The popular student bit his lip. "Um... One sec." He whispered to Logan, "How are you going to get into my house?"

"I'll go with Patton," Logan suggested.

"He's staying after school for tech rehearsal."

"I could use your key if that's fine with you."

"Shit. I'm dumb, haha. You'll be fine alone for a few hours?"

Logan remembered all the times at his normal home. "Yes. I'm used to being alone anyway. Don't worry about me."

Virgil gave Logan a comforting smile and pulled out his key, then placed it in his hand.

"Jamie, it's kind of a weird request, but I guess it wouldn't hurt. I'll do it."

Jamie shrugged. "This tall guy asked me to get you or Remy to do it, and I didn't question it. But Remy kinda hates people so asking you would be safer."

He laughed a little. "That's true. See you after school."

"See ya!"

☆

*tw: anxiety attack*

Virgil arrived at room 142 when the final bell of the day rang.

There were theatre kids chatting and painting and singing everywhere. It was a mess, but an artistic and kind of cool one.

He saw Patton getting a tech shirt and they waved to each other.

Other than Patton, Virgil didn't recognize anybody in that large room until Jamie appeared behind him and tapped his shoulder.

"Hey, Virgil! When you're ready, all the supplies and info you'll need will be in that corner on the table next to the hot glue guns! If you don't know where someone is, just yell 'Andrew Rannells/Laura Osnes is a queen' and you'll hear everyone else shout 'AMEN' and then they'll all quiet down so you can ask them. 'kay?"

Virgil didn't realize that all the crazy theatre kid stereotypes on Instagram and Tumblr were true. "Wow. Okay. Thanks!"

Jamie left room 142 to go to her locker, and Virgil wanted to go to the table in the corner, but he couldn't.

His feet were stuck to the floor.

Fuck. Not now. Please, not now.

The carefree, outgoing students' chattering became louder and their words rang in his ears. The room seemed to get smaller and the students seemed to get closer and props seemed to get blurry.

Logan, fuck! Logan, where are you?!

Before he could show how much of an actual fucking loser he was to people who liked him, he swing the door open, speed walked past Jamie, making up some lie about feeling light headed, which was actually somewhat true.