Friends With Benefits

The Guest

"Hey what's up guys," Thomas says with his usual flare, "I wanted to introduce you to a new and special guest-"

"-New friends yay!" A joyful voice interrupted.

"Patton! Seriously c'mon I'm in the middle of something! This isn't even a sides video!" Thomas said annoyingly to the new figure.

"Think again kiddo! I love meeting friends! Hi, I'm Patton!" He said with an uplifting sweetness in his voice.

"Hello..." I respond, trying my hardest not to look visibly confused. The voice matched well with the person's attire and expression, having a wide smile and a pacifying look. A grey cardigan was tied on his chest and rested on the shoulders of his bright blue shirt, giving him a loose playful feeling.

"Thomas, they even respond! You've scored one this time-"

"-Dude you're blowing this, just stop talking." A different slightly more monotone voice pitched in.

"I'd have to agree with guyliner here." Agreed another.

"First of all, its eyeshadow, second, I will hiss at you again." The second figure argued.

Now unconcerned about my confusion I take a few steps back identifying the voices to their person.

"I smell attention and it's not on me." Said a separate, fourth voice.

"Guys..." Thomas sighed. "This is really not the time, this is a vlog for crying out loud."

Thomas noticed my bewilderment.

"Well, okay," he pointed towards the fourth, seemingly attention seeking person. He was dressed in royalty like clothing, a red sash and golden lining across a white prince outfit, "that's Roman, he represents my creativity and passion for things."

"Yours truly, and clearly the most handsome," Roman added.

"We have the same face, Roman." The third serious acting person said.

"It's all in the details, Logan." Roman boasted.

"Yeah, that's Logan, he represents my knowledge and logic," Thomas explained.

Logan had the appearance of a teacher or scholar, wearing a tightened necktie and glasses. He looked and sounded the serious type, although it seemed to fit him quite nicely. Logan quickly acknowledged me by adjusting his glasses and nodding.

"Ooh and I'm Patton!" Patton announced.

"You already said that Jumpy McDadjokes."

Thomas chimed in, "Yeah, you've met Patton, he's my morality. And the sarcastic one is my anxiety, Virgil."

I scanned Virgil up and down. He had a black jacket with purple patches of plaid sown on along with dark eyeshadow. He avoided eye contact and instead shifted his eyes towards the floor.

"They're apart of me, together they represent who I am," Thomas concluded.

I stepped back to observe the entire image. Patton, Roman, Virgil, and Logan, all representing Thomas as a whole. Virgil shifted a little, he looked uncomfortable.

"You okay Virg?" Thomas inquired.

"Thomas," Virgil said quietly, "we need to talk."

"Sure, go ahead," Thomas replied.

Virgil glanced throughout the room and stopped on me.

"Let's do this alone, somewhere else."

Virgil snapped his fingers and He disappeared along with Thomas in an instant. 

TO BE CONTINUED 

(A wee bit short but I'm not exactly sure how long I should make these. let me know if you want em longer er some jazz.)