A Story of Magic and Miscommunication

Chapter 5

TW very brief cheating mention, panicking

Virgil's POV

Mother Fucker.

Why, of all people, did I have to be paired with Roman mother-fucking Prince?

Why couldn't I be paired with Remy! I broke my mortified gaze with Roman to look at Remy, who was having the time of his life. He was cackling so hard he could barely type on his phone. He stopped typing and after a second my phone buzzed.

Remy: u got paired with ROMAN PRINCE!!! 🤣🤣 I'M DYINGGGG

I rolled my eyes and typed a response.

Me: Bitch shut up or I'll tell Hayden that you cheated on him with Brian!

I snickered as I saw Remy's eyes widen before he began furiously typing away at his phone keyboard. Sure enough, another text showed up with a buzz.

Remy: we both kno I have 2x the amount of dirt on u than u do on me. Shut up and do ur work hoe

That made me snort and I turned off my phone. My small smirk disappeared as I was reminded of what I had to do. I looked over, and sure enough, Roman Prince was still looking at me, one eyebrow raised.
Sighing, I stood up and made my way over to him.

I plopped into the seat next to him, looking around for Thomas, but he wasn't there. Well that's just fan-fucking-tastic. A ghost haunts me and won't leave me alone for 3 years and the one time I need moral support, he's like a... well, like a ghost!

"H-hey, Princey."

"My name is Roman, not 'Princey,'" he said, making air quotes at "Princey."

I nodded. "Oh, ok, my b-bad, Princey." I might be anxious but I'll be damned if I'm not a sarcastic bitch.

Roman just huffed out a sigh. "Ok so for our project, it says we have to do an essay, write a poem, or perform a song, about no particular topic." Writing a poem could be fun, it's cool to get to work with words like that. I don't write poetry often so it'll be n-"Let's do the song."

"Uh... no?" I piped up, looking at him like he told me that he farts butterflies.

"I am not singing, especially in front of a class." Roman rolled his eyes.

"It's not like you had a choice," he said, crossing his arms. "We are doing a song. A Disney mashup!" He declared. I stared at him incredulously, before pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Oh for fucks sake. Whatever," I threw my free hand in the air, exasperated.

Roman let out a small cheer of victory. "Ok now we need to decide what Disney movies to pull from. What would go good together? We could take 'I'll make a man out of you' from Mulan and 'let it go' from Frozen for the first verse of the song..." Roman wrote something on a sheet of paper. Then he scribbled it out.

"No that won't work it's like a completely different sound. We could put it with..." I let Princey's voice fade into the background as he bickered with himself.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and started scrolling through tumblr. Arguing with him about it would do no good, I'll just write it when I get home and show it to him tomorrow or something.

Roman kept going until the bell rang, still not having come up with a single verse.

I immediately shot up out of my chair, regretting it when my ribs groaned in protest. I bit back a moan of pain but winced. Luckily, Roman didn't notice.

"Bye, Princey." Roman looked up at me, still in his seat.

"Goodbye, Count Woe-laf! See? I can think of nicknames too." I just gave him an unamused look and walked away, this time avoiding the leg that shot out to trip me.

The rest of school passed uneventfully, save the worry growing from Thomas' absence. He never went MIA this long. What if something was wrong?

I arrived home after a tortuously long day, tense as shit from anxiety and worry. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, making sure to lock it behind me. I immediately went to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed, pulling my knees to my chest.

He's ok, he's ok, he's ok, I repeated that mantra in my head, forbidden tears falling down my face. Then, all of a sudden,

"Virgil!" Thomas's unmistakable cheery voice rang through my bedroom, and relief flashed through me.

I looked up at him, not caring about my most definitely ruined makeup. "Oh, thank fuck you're alright! I was so worr..." I paused when I saw that Thomas wasn't alone. A ghostly figure stood on either side of him. "-ied," I finished lamely, letting confusion color my voice.

Thomas smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, I was getting to know my two new friends!" His tone got less apologetic and more excited as the sentence went on, and I found a smile of my own tugging at my lips from his enthusiasm. "Do you guys wanna introduce yourselves?" The person on the left nodded and stepped forward.

"My name is Joan, they/them. I died a year ago." They stepped back next to Thomas, letting the other, smaller ghost step forward.

"Talyn, they/them. Died a year ago."

"Nice to meet you?" I said, my sentence coming out as more of a question than a statement. "How'd you three meet?" Thomas took over again, practically bouncing in his excitement.

"So I was really bored during English so I took a walk outside and then Joan and Talyn were right there outside on the grass!" Oh, so that's where he went. "I said hi and they said hi and here we are," Thomas concluded.

"Thomas said a lot about you, including the fact that you could see him, and we had to see for ourselves. We don't know anyone who can see ghosts," Joan said before pausing. "Well, except for-" Thomas cut them off.

"So yeah that's why they're here!" He said in a slightly too cheery tone, although I was too pissed to notice.

"You told them?" I asked. Thomas noticed my anger and backtracked.

"Only at the very end. We talked for 8 hours, Virge. And while I did talk about you, I referred to you as another ghost. I swear I wouldn't have told them until I knew I could trust them." Thomas raised his hands in a placating manner. Joan and Talyn nodded in confirmation.

I sighed, letting the anger drain out of me, soon replaced with bone-deep exhaustion. I hadn't gotten a lot of sleep last night, and being attacked, having to spend time with Roman prince, and worrying about my friend for 8 hours took its toll.

"That's nice. I'm taking a nap now." Thomas rolled his eyes affectionately at me as I crawled under the covers.

He turned back to his new friends and they sat on the ground.

"Ok, Talyn, truth or dare?"

"Uh... truth." I listened to them playing truth or dare until sleep claimed me.