Insomnia

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Virgil POV

I had managed to sneak into the attic, without anyone noticing me. That's a relief, but still kept quiet as I opened the attic door. I'm not gonna lie, I almost choked when the stale air and dust came wooshing out.

It's rare for anyone, excluding myself, ever go up to the attic anyway. Unless, they're storing something or wanting to find old, cringy keepsakes. Anyway I starting going through chests, trunks, and an old waredobe to find things to work with.

"An old puffy blouse, vest, a cheesy cape." I said to myself. I might have some pants to go with it. So I might just bring back an old classic. I smirked at myself, bagging my findings.

"Hey, what are you doing up here?" I voiced echoed behind me. I jumped causing me to fall backwards in a chair, tipping over in it. I looked up, to see the one person I was least happy to see.

"What the hell pranks!" I yelled. I get up, brushing dust off me. "You know better than to do something that stupid."

"Sorry, came up here for my glitter gun," he said, going over to the far wall, grabbing a somewhat cannon looking thing.

"I don't care. Just get your weird shit and leave."

"Wow, what got you so bitchy?"

"Shut up and leave, you moron."

I picked up my bag, and head for the door.

*Click*

"Huh?"

Before I could react, cold wet liquid was being squirted at me. It was paint, I wouldn't have cared, if it wasn't fucking pink!

That little shit!

"Gotcha!" Pranks yelled.

I wiped the paint from my face, "you so dead!" I ran at him, but so got knocked back.

Let's just say, pranks glitter gun, fuctioned and felt more like a cannon. And I ended up flying and falling down the stairs a bit.

Once I got back up on my feet, pranks left as quickly as he had appeared.

"For fucks sake." I mumbled under my breath. I grab my bag, and head back to my room, slamming the door shut and throwing my bag by my bed.

"Damn Pranks!" I yelled, getting angrier by the minute, from paint and glitter getting all over my rooms floor. "can't believe he squirted paint and glitter on me."

Now I have to wash my hoodie and everything. Thank God, I didn't have to leave the room again.

I took off my hoodie and shirt, throwing them into a pile on the floor. It was already getting covered in paint and glitter, so couldn't do anymore harm.

Just as I was getting the rest of my prank covered clothes off, I heard a sneeze, as it wasn't coming from me.

I quickly threw on a shirt, and grabbed a book, to defend myself.

"Who's there?!" I yelled, "Show yourself!"

The trunk at the foot of my bed, popped open, and out climbed a miserable excuse of a man.

Princey.

You have got to be fucking kidding.

"What do you want?" I asked glaring at him.

He rubs the back of his neck, face all red.

Wait.... Why was his face red? Was he... Blushing?

"Virgil." The prince spoke.

"Can we talk?"