Hey, folks! There's a brief description of violence but I don't think it warrants a line of tildes. If you disagree and think I should add something for it, let me know!
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Roman's POV
Holy shit. I had no idea that Virgil could so seamlessly weave together music like that. And his garage band skills? Holy shit. He's doing stuff I didn't even know you could do on that thing.
"Look," Virgil said," if it's really that bad, we don't have to do it. I just thought I-"
I cut him off. "It's amazing," I told him, looking him dead in the eye. I don't know why he automatically talks so negatively about himself, but I'm going to change that perspective. "I had no idea you had a talent for this sort of thing." A faint blush covered Virgil's cheeks.
The lunch bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts, or rather, memories. I walked to my locker, putting away my lunch bag. I didn't need any books for my next class, so I closed the door. I walked to class much slower than I usually would, distracted by thoughts of a certain British someone.
Snap out of it, Roman! I reprimanded myself. You have two boyfriends that you very much like!
The tardy bell rang, signaling the start of class. I shrugged. I was already late, might as well take my time. I was almost to the classroom when I heard the unmistakable sound of a punch. A hard one too. The sound was faint, but it was there.
I backtracked, heading down the hallway to my right. The sounds of hitting and kicking grew louder as I drew nearer, and I rounded the corner as I heard a sickening crack. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me.
There, lying on the ground, bleeding, was Dr. Doom himself, Virgil. He looked so defenseless. It hurt to see the normally fearless and brave emo like this.
"Hey!" I shouted, getting the bullies attentions. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Their eyes simultaneously widened, and they bolted, pushing open a door and running through it to the outside. I rushed closer to Virgil, kneeling down by him to assess his injuries.
"Are you alright?" I asked, looking at him with concern. He looked in my direction with slightly glazed eyes and let out a groan. "Hey, it's ok," I soothed, carding my fingers through his hair.
He definitely had a concussion. He didn't push me away and start hissing. I swept one arm behind his knees and the other under has back, and lifted. My heart broke at the sound of his pained whimper.
He looked up at me and recognition flared in his eyes before they rolled in the back of his head, fluttering closed.
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A Story of Magic and Miscommunication
FanfictionVirgil is just an angsty teen. Who happens to be able to see ghosts. In fact, his only friend, Thomas, is a ghost. Virgil is perfectly content with his life as is, being bullied by the kids at his highschool in London, and minding his own business...
