No Homo ~Analogical High School AU (ON HOLD)

Just Another Day In Hell.

Warning:

A lot of swearing from hormone infested teenage boys.

"Virgil?"

I grumble into the covers, half awake, and tired

"Virgil, get up."

I bury my face deeper into the pillow I rested my face on.

"VIRGIL!"

I shoot upward at the sudden yell, my eyes dart to my mother, standing in my doorway. "Mornin, ma." I mumble, rubbing my eyes tiredly. "Virgil, you need to get up it's almost time for school." She says, I groan out in annoyance, and fling the covers away from my body. "Fine.." My mother promptly walks out of the door, probably to go finish getting ready for work. In a sleepy haze I throw on a random band T-Shirt, and the black hoodie I've worn since 8th grade. I brush my knotted hair. I slowly look from side to side, checking if the cost is clear. I slowly pull out the black eyeshadow I had hidden in my dresser that I stole from my mom. She's been asking me where I hid it ever since I stole it five months ago along with her eyeliner, and hasn't even thought to check my drawers.

I quickly put on the eyeshadow and eyeliner. I hum in satisfaction when I look in the mirror. "Not bad." I stuff them back into the drawer before walking out. My mother tossed me the house keys. "Thanks, Ma." I said as I caught them, hands fumbling slightly. "Virgil Martin Black, if I get home, and you're still looking like hot topic threw up on you I will be taking away your headphones. I will not have you walking around making a fool of yourself!" She cried, placing a hand on her hip. "Ok, boomer." I mumbled, striding out the door. "You get back here this instant, young man! I will not have you disrespect me this way!" She scolded, but sighed when I entered the car, speeding away.

After a few minutes, I heard my phone chime. Despite all common sense, I pulled out my phone, reading the text.

"Just now"

Mothman

"dee dipped and A B A N D O N E D me. Can u come pick me up? thx whale penis."

I snorted at the text, and my phone vibrated again.

"ps. my impregnated whale of a brother is coming too."

I groaned out in frustration, before replying

"k, gimme 10 minutes."

I turn the busted up hand-me-down car around, and started heading for Remus' place. The all  too familiar driveway coming into view. I honked the horn twice. The twins walked into the car. "Shotgun!" Remus screeched as he pushed Roman to the side, jumping into the front seat. "Remus, I swear to god" Roman groaned, hopping into the backseat. "Thanks for the ride, Virge." I nodded in response.

Remus, one of my best friends since kindergarten. I look in the mirror to study his face. "How's the 'stache goin?" I asked. Ever since middle school Remus had been trying to grow a handlebar mustache like Jafar from Aladdin, and so far he's only managed to grow the equivalent of grass clippings glued to his upper lip. "So-so." He sighed, running a hand through his knotted, frizzy, mess of curls he calls hair. The car was silent for a bit, other than the graceful spud of MCR blasting through my car speakers. Sadly, the silence was ruined by his brother. Roman. "Have you ever considered washing your car? It smells like a rats ass in here." Roman spat. "I knew it! You did fuck a rat last night!" Remus cheered. I chuckled, as Roman groaned loudly in annoyance. "I WAS THROWING THE RAT TRAP IN THE GARBAGE, REMUS!" Roman screeched. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, bro." Remus hummed.