A Story of Magic and Miscommunication

Chapter 24

TW Breaking into someone's house

Virgil's POV

    I am so gay. That is the one thought going through my head as Roman is changing shirts. Roman's chest is a broad expanse of skin, muscles rippling across it as he moves to grab a T-shirt. He has a 6-pack and is very fit. He slips the white T-shirt on that does nothing to hide the muscles as it strains across his chest. I am so fucking gay.

    Roman looks up and catches me staring, a smirk appearing on his face as I turn red. He's taken, Virgil! Stop thinking about it! I scold myself, shaking my head to attempt to rid it of the forbidden thoughts. It doesn't help much. "Patton and Logan will be here soon," Roman told me, "do you want to heat up some popcorn?" I nodded, heading out to Roman's kitchen and opening the cupboard I knew contained popcorn bags.

    Not wanting to deal with heating it up in the microwave, I used magic.

"Calor," I whispered, grinning as I  saw a bolt of purple shoot down my arm and felt the bag heat up in my hand. The loud popping of the popcorn kernels filled the air as the bag expanded. 

"Quiescat," I mumbled when the popping stopped, another stream of purple making its way towards the bag upon command. I opened the bag and felt a spark of pride when I saw that none of the kernels were burnt. I made a mental note to thank Talyn and Joan for teaching me magic.

"Go Virge!" Thomas cheered, grabbing the bag and pouring it into a bowl. I heated up 3 more bags and poured them into bowls, taking them into the movie room. Roman is fucking loaded.

    Roman was in the movie room, setting up an actual, real-life blanket fort. In the movie room. Using blankets. "What are you doing?" I asked, a smile in my voice if not on my face.

    Roman looked between me and the blankets, seemingly befuddled. "...making a fort?" he said with uncertainty. I stifled a laugh with my hand.

"Why?" I asked mirthfully. Roman puffed up his chest, adopting a dramatic facade.

"Because I shan't force my beloveds into watching films sans a proper castle to watch them in!(I can't even speak words I swear-)" I rolled my eyes at his eccentrics, handing him a bowl of popcorn.

He set it on the couch before walking out of the room. "I need to use the bathroom, I'll be back."

"OK," I called after him. I heard a door open and closed and sat down on the couch, careful to avoid the carefully created fort. As soon as I settled in, the doorbell rang. I stood up and made the trek to the front door.

I opened the door, a slight smile on my face, and immediately closed it and locked it, pressing my forehead against it. Behind a few inches of wood, was a man I hadn't spoken to in over 3 months.

I backed up till I hit the wall, my breathing labored. Why was he here he shouldn't be here he hates me hes gonna hurt me oh mygodhesgonnakillmehehatesmeihaventtalkedtohim-

"Reserare," a muffled voice said from outside. I watched in horror as the lock turned and the door was kicked open by the one man who rivaled Roman's dramatics. Remy stood in the doorway, starbucks in hand, with his hand on his hip.

"Gurl, we need to talk."

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Hey guys, I'm sorry that updates have been a little slower. On top of the school year starting and writers block, I'm feeling a little discouraged. There's like this irrational fear that what I'm writing isn't good enough and that everyone hates it, and while I know that's stupid and untrue, it's hard to shake those kinds of thoughts. Feelings of inadequacy aren't helping anyone feel motivated to write... I wish I could write more for you guys and write better but I'm just me. Sorry, bit of a depressing vent there, uhm the point is sorry that updates are slow, I'll try to speed things up in the future.