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Five - I Can Feel

A/N - Lookit me, being productive and posting every night *proud smirk*

Other stories i've neglected: We're still here-

Me: Hush now, Gregory, I am writing... (yes i made a vine reference, sue me)

WARNINGS - None really?? Just that there might be some false information?? I'm not trans, and I didn't exactly wanna google stuff for this, sooo... Sorry if I offend anyone??? 

When Roman finally stepped quietly through the door of he and his brother's shared apartment, he was relieved to see Remy was passed out on the couch, snoring loudly. The redhead sighed in relief. Remy wouldn't see him high. At least he wasn't shitfaced stoned, like he used to get. In his defense though, he had a major panic attack, he needed to feel numb for awhile.

Roman silently crept into the living room, heading for their shared bedroom. Once there, he put his stuff away and started to pull on his pajamas. He glanced at the small mirror hanging on the wall, taking a deep breath as he looked at his bare, flat chest. His fingers lightly traced the skin under his pecs.

He was Roman. He wasn't Lynn. He had the scars to prove it too, so Daniel could fucking shove it.

Roman pulled a shirt over his head as he walked out of the room, stumbling slightly, making his way over to the couch. He stopped in front of his sleeping brother, staring down at Remy with an amused smirk. He wouldn't wake him up, otherwise Remy would be up all night. Again. Instead, Roman took a quick picture of Remy's sleeping form, making sure the flash was off, before carefully removing his brother's sunglasses from his face. It was still a mystery to Roman how his twin could wear those indoors. Then again, he'd been trying to keep up the I'm cool, don't fuck with me look since the sixth grade. Must be used to it.

The smaller twin smiled slightly, blinking his bloodshot eyes tiredly. Before he left to go to their room, he placed a blanket over Remy, and lovingly brushed his brother's auburn hair out of his face.

Roman flopped face down onto his bed, holding in a scream of frustration. He was tired, and high, and felt like shit. The pleasantly numb feeling was fading too, replaced with guilt. Why did he do this to himself? Why did he do this to Remy? He was supposed to have his shit together, he had it together, why did he let fucking Daniel ruin that for him?

Roman groaned, burying his face in his pillow. He just wanted to stop thinking and sleep, dammit. That plan was interrupted by the vibration of his phone. Roman lifted his head, glaring at the device.

"Fuck you." he grumbled, laying back down. It vibrated again a minute later. And again. "Damn it to hell..." Roman rolled over, yanking the phone off his nightstand and unlocking it. His glare disappeared, though, when he read the messages.

Unknown - 11:37 PM

Hi! Just wanted to ask ya a quick question! Virgil mentioned something about your brother, and he told me to talk to you about it, so yeah! ^-^

Unknown - 11:38 PM

I just realized how late it is, you're probably sleeping! I'm so sorry if I woke you, just ignore these if you want! It's no problem, we can chat in the morning! Well, if you wanna chat, that is... It's okay if you don't, no worries! Nighty night!

Unknown - 11:39 PM

Oh, this is Patton by the way!

Roman's eyes widened slightly. How did Patton... Oh. He literally gave Patton his phone number yesterday, to chat if he needed to... The redhead bit his lip, reading the messages once more and replying before he could talk himself out of it.