Boys Are Boys | | A Royality Story

8

TW: death, unhealthy relationship, age gap, rebound boyfriend, not being comfortable with touch, slight breif mention of 18+ stuff

1 year later (from last chapter)

Virgil was stood up from his chair, head bowed as the coffin was eased into the ground. No tears fell down his face but there might as well have been. He face was a bright red as he held tears back, slightly shaking as he did. He didn't know why he was so upset.. Maybe because his father was the only one who was left. But that wasn't true, Right? His current boyfriend was still here.. Remus right?

Virgil's boyfriend was pretty tall, about 6'7", not to mention his was already nineteen while Virgil was only fifteen. It was nice.. Remus took care of him. In more ways then just financially. Sure, he was a complete freak and was extremely dirty and spoiled.. But he loved him.

Remus was an easy distraction form the funeral going on, he was the only reason he wasn't broken down in tears. It was hard to cry when his hands were all over him. Sure he wasn't completely comfortable, but he was somewhat safe. That's all he needed. Especially as a priest began to say some great things about him that weren't even true.

Virgil's dad did nothing but hook up with other girls. That's part of the reason why his mom left, she couldn't handle all the cheating and she was too young to care about the baby had. He didn't blame her, based on what his dad used to say, she had a whole lot of potential. The baby would only slow her down, maybe stop her whole life.

The rest of the funeral was nothing special, what would he expect though? He planned it himself, so not much effort was put in. He got the cheapest coffin and what not. A priest blabbered on about Virgil's so called father for a whole before the service ended. Remus took him to his house almost immediately after, most likely to make out or something more. He always wanted that. But at least he cared for Virgil, he complimented him every day and made him feel special.

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Present time

Logan sat in his small car, slowly calming down. It was childish, he knew. Virgil had always had a rather.. Dark side of him and he should when seen that coming. Well, he did, but once more him crying it was simply childish.

The logical man pulled down the sun blocked and pulled down another tab where a mirror was. He glanced him himself, his eyes red and slightly puffy, his glasses slightly out of place. He was a pretty crier, not that he tried to be or really wanted to be. It made him look like a character in some fan fiction, made him sick really. So Logan moved the sun blocker back up and fixed his glasses before starting the car once more.

He silently drove out of the small parking lot he had stopped in and began to make his way home. He'd text Roman later about his absence, or simply state he was okay and what not. But he couldn't do that now, not only was he driving but his eye sight was slightly blurry from the years he had shed earlier on.

Thirty minutes later he was home. He set his keys on the cold counter and went to his bedroom. He, like Patton, lived alone. But unlike him, he enjoyed it. Logan wasn't a big fan of people, he was surprised even even kept his three friends. Even had a 'crush'. He loved small quiet spaces to do and think what he wanted, so this small apartment was like heaven to him.

Logan sat down sat his small, brown desk and pulled out his phone from his pocket, he sent a quick text to Roman, simply explaining his absence with 'I won't be back at Patton's till tomorrow, I apologize. Though in case you're worried, I am alright'. Logan knew that wouldn't cut it, and he'd most likely get a lot of worried calls from his friends as well as even more questions once he came back, so the logical man turned off his phone and set it back down with a small sigh. He need some coffee, or any warm drink really.

He reluctantly got up from his comfortable chair and went back out of his room to the kitchen, he pulled out a mug and poured some, now room temperature coffee, that he had made a day or two ago. Once the night was full he set it in the microwave and heated it up, which was all he needed to do. He preferred his coffee black, he enjoy the bitter taste to it. Why? He didn't exactly know, he just never really liked sweet things, especially sweet coffee.

He jumped a bit once the microwave beeped but soon collected himself and took it out, quickly taking a sip. Logan walked back to his room and sat at his desk once more.

His desk was littered with paper, ranging from scribbled out diary entries to essays to grade, he was a assistant teacher. Logan took a few more sips of his coffee before placing the cup down and looking at one essay, he truly adored his students. While he may never admit it out loud, but he loved kids. Probably the only type of human he could stand.

The somewhat teacher smiled down at the well written essay, well as good as you can get for sixth grade and a D average student. He laughed a bit, setting the paper down and grabbing the nearest pen, as well as the rubric taped on the wall. He reread it a few times before giving the a 19/25 then moving onto the next paper, what a lovely evening this would be.

(I'm so sorry for my absence, life has just been sh*tty, I'm also sorry for it being so short. But I hope you enjoy anyways!)