Sunsets in Paradise (Sanders Side's Simulation AU)

A play scene and a kiss.

They threw their bags down in the couch, falling next to them in the familiar way they usually did. Virgil sighed, happy his headache was finally clearing up.

"So," Roman said. "Disney movie marathon?"

"It's a school night," Virgil said. "Don't we have homework?"

"So....." Roman looked off into the distance. "We skip the homework and have a Disney movie marathon?"

"No, idiot," Virgil threw a pillow at him. "We do the homework and then stay up till 3am watching Disney."

Roman smiled widely. "You know, this is why I love coming over to your house." He says, pulling out his homework book.

Virgil sighed, also pulling out his homework. "Alright, princey," he said. "Whoever finishes their homework first gets to choose the first movie."

Roman looks at him. "You're on, Emo nightmare."

Virgil smirks, turning back to his homework. He's so glad that most of this was revision work, because otherwise he'd loose. Roman may be fanciful, but he was still pretty good at listening in to Logan's mumbling in class- which gave him a head start, if he could decipher the code Logan used.

An hour went by and Virgil was almost finished with his English, while Roman had moved into Drama and gone into the next room to recite his lines. It was a little unfair, so Virgil had promised to do the extra homework assigned for English, just to give Roman a fair chance.

But it was a little difficult, especially when the prompt for a metaphorical poem was 'I am ____'. And he had to use something physical.

His mind had scribbled several things down: Aglet (the plastic thing on the end of a shoelace), Sword, Flower, grass. None of them seemed right.

Well, aglet worked, but that poem was depressing and Virgil didn't really want to submit something so... strangely personal to him.

He sighed, and scribbled up something comparing him to a flower, deciding to publish that instead. He couldn't be bothered editing it, even if he did re-read it about a hundred times before deciding it was okay.

He drilled into the room Roman's as practicing in. "Boom, done," he says. "How about you, mr. theatre?"

Roman sighed. "I still have to memories for more lines, then I've finished my monologue." He says woefully. "Then I guess you've won?"

Virgil smiled. "Yep," he says. "Don't you have to practice more than once to memorise something?"

"I mean that I'll have gotten the basics down," Roman said. "Of course, I'll still need prompts, but I'll remember majority of it."

Virgil nodded. "Then go right ahead." He said, motioning for Roman to continue as he watched. Roman did so, nervously glancing over at Virgil every time he had to stop.

Virgil could've sat there and watched him reenact the entire play. He was just so... strangely in character for the whole thing. It was weird, but he just adored watching it.

"Who are you playing, again?" Virgil hummed, having gotten so distracted by watching Roman perform he hadn't actually listened to the cast list or the plays name.

"I'm playing..." Roman had to stop and check. "The murderer, Liam."

Virgil nodded. Who on earth was that?

"It's difficult," he says. "I can really only do my monologue alone. But I need an audience for that, so this is my second best resort."

Ooooh, that's why people were being allowed to sit in the audience. Okay, this made a lot more sense now.