Just Breathe.

Chapter 4

-Virgil's Point of View-

I woke up slowly, keeping my eyes closed. I felt warm... warmer than usual. I went to turn into the feeling to see that I couldn't. I opened my eyes slowly, and what I saw was made my eyes snap open immediately. There, right next to- or holding me was Roman. 

I tried to discreetly get out of his arms, but once I shifted slightly he would strengthen the hold on me. 'Ugh, Roman why do you have to be like this?' I thought to myself, 'Welp. I guess I'm not moving until he wakes up...' I shifted my head to lay on his left shoulder and just watched him for a few seconds before I heard a knock on the door.

"Hey Roman, I'm making breakfast if you want to eat some. Is Virgil awake yet?" Patton whispered. "Patton, I'm awake but Roman's not, help! He won't let me move!" I whispered back desperate to get up but not wanting to wake him up with me. 

Patton opened the door with a smile. "Morning kiddo!" He walked over to us and put his head to the side as if trying to figure out something. "We are gonna need to get Logan..." he said talking to himself more than me. "I'll be right back." He left. 

I let out a sigh. My memories from last night slowly came back to me. Crap. I cuddled Roman, I've had my nineth night of constant nightmares, now I freaking sleep walk, and now my roommates- no- friends know about the ordeal.

My thoughts were scrambled, and I slowly started to feel dizzy. That was until Roman shifted in his sleep and practically hugged me. I did a breathing exercise,  that I had found online a year back, and calmed myself down. I've got to say, Roman is good at making me calm, but I still didn't want them to know about the attacks I get. 

Patton came back with Logan, and they got me out of Roman's 'death grip',  at least that's what Logan called it, by pulling him off me and putting a pillow where I was at before. He made a mumbling noise when we exited the room. Kind of adorable- I mean.. haha.... weird..? Yeah weird. Anyway, Patton made breakfast. I had to get to work so I grabbed a pancake after I had gotten dressed, and ran out of the building to work. My head phones, blasting Hollywood Undead, while I bobbed my head to the beat of the music as I walked to work.  

I work at a coffee shop, which had pretty decent coffee in my opinion, and was located five blocks from where I live. There is only two downsides to working there. Number one is that the shifts take forever and you can have literally nothing to do because nobody is buying coffee at that time or your slammed with customers at one time. There is pretty much no in between. 

And then, number two is that there are always these same people who think they own this place and are very rude. They always go into the shop when it's my shift, I'm pretty sure they do this to get on my nerves... 

I arrive at work, Sanders Coffee, and get settled. The rude people are already here, waiting in line, all looking impatient. Thomas was making coffee, my co-worker, looking as though he wanted to cry. "Hey what's wrong?" I whisper to him as  I started brewing coffee and making their orders of drinks. "I'll tell you later." He whispered back to me as he finished making an iced coffee.

Once they were done, I rang them up and they left. Not even leaving a tip, those petty little-. There was no one else in the shop. "Hey Thomas? You ok? What happened with the last few customers?" I asked hoping nothing to serious  happened.

"I mean, I'm better now. I uh, I was wearing a pride flag pin on my shirt... and the oldest started to ask me if I was... ya know... gay, and I being the person I am said yes. Then the group started berating me for being gay as I was making their drinks... then you walked in and they stopped... but it's not like I haven't heard any of what they said before so, it doesn't really matter-."

"No. It does matter! You shouldn't have to listen to that trash," I yelled cutting him off, "Everyone deserves respect. Even the people who have different opinions! You don't see me going around telling people that their is no true god, and that many religions were made so people won't be as afraid of death. There's no right or wrong."

Thomas stared at me for a second then let out a laugh, I huffed and looked away. "You wanna know what's funny? They quoted the Bible... if you guys get into a debate, I wanna see it." He said, still shaking with laughter. Then an idea popped into my head. "Hey Thomas, how much LGBTQ+ stuff do you have?" He gave questioning look and answered, "I have bracelets, pins, flags, and more... why do you ask?"

I gave him a smirk. "Can you bring me two or three pride bracelets and a couple of pins? And can you come to work thirty minutes before our shift starts tomorrow?" He nods quickly and smiles. "I don't know where this is going, but I'm so in!"