Virgils p.o.v
Everything had been to much for me recently, Thomas was overworking and logic was falling ill so I had to do most of the work. Of course none of this stoped Roman from annoying the living crap out of me everyday. I got up off our living room sofa and started to go upstairs, it was getting a little cold downstairs since Logan's the only one who knew how to turn the heating on. Now my room is at the end of the corridor so I have to go past everyone else's room to get there. The first room is Patton's, a bright blue room with all the 'happy' things in life not gonna lie his room smelt amazing. Next it was Logan's room a dark blue room , with books and paper , he was getting better though. Then there was....HIS Room the golden white and red room the smelt so nice and gave such a comfy feeling belong to Roman who did the exact opposite. He always bickers and points out my sensitive thoughts, wether he knows what he's doing or not I don't wanna know surprisingly he's not in his room right now . So I took a look around , he had roses and katanas plenty he had drapes and a dramatic bed, wow he sure is a diva I chuckle then realise I'm not alone. "Virgil?" God that voice , I turn around and he's there looming in the doorway his hip pushed up on the doorframe. "Virgil?" He repeated, I didn't know what to do so I just ran , ran into my room, and hid in my closet, I hide a lot of things in here mostly myself and my gayness. I can hear something moving around outside, I'm sure it's Roman looking for me but he'll never look here closets scare him, witch has made me have the occasional thought that he might be gay to. I hear him grab something and sit on my bed I look through the small crack of my closet door to see that he's got his guitar and he's looking straight at my closet. Oh boy.
(There will be a part two but I'm lazy rn)
