Spring

01

Virgil

Virgil was currently seated at his messy desk frantically writing. He had an essay due the next day, and he procrastinated. Like most teenagers. A hand was placed on his shoulder and he jumped looking at his father.

"Keep writing like that and you'll tear the page and have to start over." His father, Patton, said with a smile. Virgil returned it and put his pencil down. "When's it due?" Patton asked.

"Tomorrow, and it's worth half our grade." Virgil muttered.

"Aw, kiddo. You love writing, why is this so hard?" Patton asked. Virgil huffed.

"I like writing things that aren't real, and when you have to write an essay about something out of your comfort zone, you kind of procrastinate." Virgil explained. Patton thought for a moment.

"Well, why don't you make it seem like a fantasy story. In a far off land this disastrous event occurred." Patton suggested. Virgil thought for a moment.

"I never thought of it that way. Thanks dad." Virgil smiled gratefully.

"By the way, I came to say dinner's done." Patton said on his way out. Virgil called back an 'Okay!' before stuffing his paper into a drawer and running to the dining room. Upon arriving he saw his dad's both sitting at the dining table having a conversation. Sure, he was adopted but these were the best parents Virgil could ever ask for. They had cared for him when he needed it. They even openly accepted him when he came out, being that they were obviously far away from the closet by now.

Virgil smiled and walked over sitting down at the table listening in on his parents conversations. For a 17-year-old they were very okay with him joining in on 'adult' conversations. Although Patton was still 'innocent' as the family joked. His father, Logan, was more of a strict parent. Made sure he was getting good grades, and always tried to reason with logic.

"Anyways, kiddo, how was school?" Patton asked his usual question. Although Virgil had shown annoyance to this question every time it was asked, Patton still cared enough to ask anyways.

"Good. It's getting quite hard with finals coming up. Giving us more work." Virgil said eating the Mac n Cheese Patton had cooked. Logan nodded from where he was, shoved in a book. By this time Virgil thought his father knew the book by heart seeing as he read it so often.

"Ah, I see." Logan commented with a small smile. The rest of dinner continued without trouble and soon enough Virgil was in his room staring at the half written essay.

"Okay. I'm a writer. Why is this so hard?!" Virgil mumbled grabbing at his purple tipped hair in frustration at his newfound 'writer's block'. With a loud groan he leaned back into his desk chair. Suddenly, remembering Patton's advice he sat back up and thought for a bit. He then began brainstorming ideas for his essay and ended up finishing with time to spare. If you call 2:38 am 'time to spare'. A knock was heard after he had put the paper in his school bag.

"Yeah?" He asked. The door opened and Patton stood there smiling fondly.

"Get it done?" He asked. Virgil nodded sleepily. Man writing a two page essay was hard. "Maybe you should get some sleep. Some of us have school tomorrow." Patton giggled. Virgil smiled and nodded. Patton closed the door and Virgil finally done collapsed on his bed and fell asleep right there.

The next day was quite a breeze for Virgil. He woke up on time, ate his favorite breakfast, and walked to school in the warm weather after it had been freezing for the past few days. School was also surprisingly successful too. He had avoided his usual bully, got an A on the last minute essay, and all in all there were no problems. Even when he got home, when he wrote idea after idea fled into his mind keeping him busy.