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Chapter 1

Important :
(F/R/M) - Favorite Romance Movie

You sit on the couch with Thomas watching (F/R/M). "Oh, here's the cutest part!" You squeak, bouncing slightly. The two characters kiss, expressing their love for each other. You have a huge smile on your face the entire time. But the grin fades when you look over at the person that had been sitting on the stairs watching the whole scene. "Virge? Hey, you okay?" You ask. He jumps slightly, looking confused. You don't know why.
"I'm fine." Virgil replies. You don't believe him but you drop it for now. Thomas suddenly pauses the movie and turns to you.
"Hey, do you want to make a video?" He asks. Your eyes light up.
"Of course I do!" You exclaim, smiling at your friend. You're only excited because this would be the first video you were going to be in.

--Cut to End of the Video "Fitting In"--

"Aw, Virgil you look adorable!" You exclaim. You suddenly slap your hand over your mouth, remembering that Virgil didn't like being called adorable. But instead of snapping at you like you thought he would, Virgil's cheeks are dusted with light pink and gives you a small smile as he sinks down. "Hey, he smiled at me. Progress!" You turn to Thomas. He has a huge grin plastered onto his face. When you raise an eyebrow he coughs and tries to hide his smile. "Thomas...?"
"What do you need, my dear friend?" He asks innocently.
"What are you hiding?" You question. It comes out sounding harsher than you wanted it to sound. Roman pops up with a distressed scream. You quickly switched your attention from Thomas to Roman and you become concerned.
"Roman? What's wrong?!" You and Thomas walk quickly over to him and put your hands on his shoulders.
"I went too far!" He cries dramatically, looking as if he was going to start bawling.
"Roman!" You yell at him, shaking him slightly. He looks up at the two of you and calms down. "What happened?"
"I... I was joking about the houses and Virgil was there and I made another joke about him being in Slytherin and he... he just snapped." Roman explains breathlessly.
"It's okay. As long as you were only joking, Roman." Thomas glares at his creative side.
"I swear. I mean, we did just talk about it while we were filming." Roman says.
"Alright. Roman, go to your room." You sigh. Roman tilts his head slightly, obviously confused. "Just do it, Princey." And with that, he sinks down. You turn to Thomas. "Could you summon Virgil?"
"Sure...?" Thomas looks just as confused as Roman was. "Uh, Virgil? Could you-"
"What do you want?" Virgil hisses, appearing by the stairs.
"I want to talk to you." You say, walking over to him. Thomas makes a choking noise (something almost like laughter but not quite) but you can barely hear it. You can only hear the sound of your heart beating as loudly as it possibly can in your ears. You aren't scared of Virgil. The only thing you're scared of is what he could do to someone while he's angry. Or what his emotions would do to Thomas. Anyways... you stand in front of Virgil. "Virge, what did Roman say about the houses?" You ask gently. You question why you were talking to him like he was an injured animal or a small child, but you don't think about it for long. It could just be a trick of the light, but you can swear that Virgil's eyes are glossy.
"He was talking about how I should be in Slytherin because I'm evil and I just want to hurt people..." Virgil covers up a voice crack that happens at the end and you shake your head.
"I know it wasn't funny, but Roman said it was only a joke... I'll talk to him about-" You get cut off by Virgil.
"Why does everyone think I'm the bad guy, (Y/N)? What did I ever do to them?" He questions before sinking down quickly.
"He's never really opened,up that much before..." You observe.
"That is true." Thomas says from behind you. "C'mon, (Y/N)... let's go watch the rest of (F/R/M) until everyone calms down." He suggests. You don't move from your spot. You look down at where Virgil usually sits and then down at your hoodie's (F/C) sleeves that had been pulled over your hands. Your vision blurs, tears making the shapes of everything start to deform into shapeless blobs. "(Y/N), are you okay?" Thomas asks, coming to stand by your side.
"Why does he keep saying that we think he's the bad guy?" You question, tears falling down your cheeks and falling onto your still covered hands. Why...?