Unstable || Prinxiety

Chapter 26

Virgil woke in an unfamiliar bed, his head thumping and the sour taste of alcohol staining his tongue. The indescribable aching in his skull ebbed and flowed like a cold tide as he attemped to sit up. Virgil at once understood why they call it a hangover, for it felt as if the blackest of clouds were over his head with no intention of clearing.

Virgil tried to move, but to his horror found that he couldn't. Had his body simply given up on him after the long night of constant drinking? Was he really that weak? It appeared so, for no matter how much Virgil struggled, he couldn't seem to leave the bed he was ungracefully trapped in. It was then that he became acutely aware of an arm draped forcefully around his waist, seemingly forcing him to stay in the bed. Connecting two and two together in one thought, Virgil realized that he wasn't alone in the bed. All at once, he became all too aware that he was, in fact, shirtless. And so was the other person in the bed.

Oh God. At once Virgil was hit with an intense feeling of anxiety. What had he done last night? A quick glance at the sleeping figure beside him gave no clues as to who it was, as the person appeared to be faced away. Virgil wrapped himself in the duvet, waves of nausea adding to his misery. His mind raced as he tried to form a plan of escape. He needed to leave the room before this other person woke, and to do that, he needed to somehow detach himself from the arm wrapped around his waist like a vice.

The hair on Virgil's arm raised as the person began to stir. He dreaded to even imagine how awkward it would be if this person woke now. In his half-asleep daze, the person loosened his grip on Virgil just enough to allow him to escape, and he took his opportunity in an instant. Relief instantly washed over Virgil as he ran out of the apartment and down the hallway. Hopefully the person didn't realize he was ever there, and hopefully they never meet again.

Hours later, Virgil sat vacantly at his lunch table, absent-mindedly picking at the food on his plate. Even the visually appealing spiced chicken he'd choosen slightly turned his appetite - after last night the last thing he wanted to do was to eat. Last night. He shuddered to think about who he had spent the night with. Ugh.

Virgil looked up, curious and slightly wary as he felt people sit down next to him. It was only Logan, Roman, and Patton, thank God. The troubled expression on Roman's face brought alarm bells to Virgil's mind, but he decided to ignore them. He'd had enough troubles today.

"Did you get home alright?" Roman asked apon sitting. "I lost track of you at the end there. I think. Honestly, I don't really remember."

"Oh... I don't remember much from last night either." Virgil answered, purposely evading Roman's question.

"I blame whoever spiked that fruit punch. I never knew alcohol would effect me like that," Patton sighed.

"You know, the strangest thing happened this morning." Roman began, adressing the table. "I woke up, and someone was in my room. Like in my bed." Roman shuddered. "See, this is why I don't get drunk."

"What!?" Virgil exclaimed, his suddenly loud voice startling everyone. Roman, Logan and Patton winced as they held their now-throbbing heads.

"Would you keep your voice down, Virgil?" Logan muttered, obviously in as much pain as Virgil was.

"Well... let's not talk about last night. I have a headache just thinking about it." Roman sighed.

Virgil blinked. Was Roman the person he'd spent the night with? This whole situation was becoming clearer by the second. He thought back to the previous night. Tiny, breif memories - although foggy - seemed to be piecing together, and Virgil found that he remembered more than he realized.

His mind swam and a brilliant red flush coated his face as he rembembered the moments he and Roman had shared on the balcony. How they had kissed, how one small moment seemed to continue for eternity.

So it was true. His suspicions were correct. Roman did have feelings for him.

Virgil couldn't help but smile despite himself. Sitting at the table with Logan, Patton and Roman, Virgil couldn't help but realize how lucky he was to have formed such strong friendships.

"Can you believe that a year ago, we were complete strangers?" Virgil asked to no one in particular.

"It is strange to think about, honestly." Logan agreed. "It's been a weird year. Sorry about everything Virge, with the trial and all.."

"In my defence, I never thought that Virgil was Unstable. Subdued and weird, yes - but never Unstable." Roman piped in.

"Thanks Roman." Virgil muttered sarcastically, but couldn't bring himself to feel annoyed. He smiled, feeling a wave of indescribable joy wash over him so different from that which he'd ever felt before. For once in Virgil's life, he finally felt truly content.

~ fin ~