L O V E ? - A Sanders Sides Story

T A C O S

Point of View: Logan, Third Person
Timeline: Flashback (cont.)

"I swear if Roman doesn't show up in the next five minutes, I am voting him out of the apartment."

"No one is being voted out of the apartment -"

"If I don't get my freaking tacos before I have to leave for work, you're going to want to vote him out of the apartment," Virgil argued, slumping further into the couch. His was currently buried under a large, fluffy, purple blanket even though it was late April. Virgil had gotten it for Christmas, the gift - obviously - from Patton. "And I get to take all his vinyl records after he's kicked out as compensation for being annoying."

"Virgil noooo - "

"As annoying as Roman can be, I do not wish to kick Roman out of the apartment nor agree with taking his vinyl. Why do you want them anyway, aren't they mostly showtunes?"

"So? Vinyl is vinyl."

"But - no, no I'm not doing this," Logan exhaled loudly. "Moving back to the subject of Roman, I do wonder what is taking him so long. Perhaps he was held up by something at wo-"

Just then the door slammed open, revealing grinning, soaked, Roman Prince - holding two equally wet recyclable grocery bags. "Never fear, peasants! I, your resident prince, have arrived bearing gifts!"

Virgil glared at Roman. "You are literally my least favorite person right now," Virgil grumbled. "I wanted your freaking vinyl."

"I'm sorry, but did he just say - "

"Yay taco timeee!" Patton interrupted. He giggled, jumping out of his chair in excitement. "And oh my, let me grab you a towel. I can't believe its still raining out there! I'm sorry, Roman, I didn't realize that we ran out of taco shells until I got home," Patton apologized, grabbing Virgil's beach towel and handing it to Roman.

"No trouble, my dear Patton - no trouble at all!" Roman ran a hand through his wet hair, shoving his wet bangs out of his eyes. "Behold, the most beautiful taco shells ever be gifted to mankind!" Roman reached into the grocery bag and holding up a bright yellow box dramatically.

"Ooo Dorito flavor?" Patton blinked curiously at the box, leaning forward to inspect the box. "That's new," he commented, throwing the towel over Roman's shoulders.

"Oh, I just figured I'd try something fun," Roman grinned. He handed the box to Patton who disappeared into the kitchen.

Logan closed his book, setting it on the coffee table. Admittedly he wasn't really able to pay attention to it, his thoughts seemingly unable to stop thinking about Dee's kindness from earlier that day.

"And don't worry, Virgil, I didn't forget about you!" Roman pulled out a box of their usual hard shell tacos. "For the one stubborn man who hates to try new things."

"I don't hate trying new things," Virgil returned defensively. "But really? Dorito flavored?"

"You're lucky I didn't pick up the Ranch flavored ones."

"... This is why Patton is in charge of grocery shopping."

"Oh please, Charlie Frown. Patton puts spaghetti in his taco and you're going to judge me for picking up Dorito flavored shells? That's hardly offensive in comparison."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, Princey," Virgil stood up, fumbling his way out of his blanket burrito. Once he managed to free himself, he sighed - bangs falling over his eyes.

"You good, L? You look a little spaced out," Virgil commented. Logan must've been staring.

"No, no I'm fine," Logan encouraged. "Just thinking," he explained vaguely.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off. He turned, heading for the kitchen.

"Move outta the way losers, I'm getting myself a freaking taco."

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