Park Bench (Prinxiety AU)

Chapter 6 - Roman

October 18

     "So, what did you decide to be?" Patton asked cheerily. We were sitting in a cafe, sipping hot chocolate. It was my idea for us to hang out, since we hadn't been recently, and I didn't have to work that day.

     "A prince," I replied.

     "That suits you so well!" He beamed at me. "How'd you decide on that?" Honestly, I wasn't sure how to answer that question. I mean, how did I decide to dress as a prince for the Halloween party? It definitely wasn't because of a certain emo choosing 'Princey' as my nickname.

     I smiled. "I just love princes," I said. "I mean, we are due for gay Disney prince, aren't we? I'll just have to be the first."

     "Ohh, I'm so excited!" he squealed. He slammed his hands down on the table, nearly knocking his mug over. "This is gonna be the bestest party ever!" I nodded in agreement. We stayed there for a while because it was still morning, but Patton had to go to the party store with Logan, so around 11 it was just me there.

     I didn't order anything else, but I didn't leave either. Really, I just watched the door. I won't say who I hoped would come through.

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October 20

     "Wow, this is really something," I said. With my hands on my hips, I took the whole room in. Patton and Logan had started setting up the party, and it was showing. The living room was decorated in ghastly and ghostly sights. Also streamers. 

     "What do you mean? Everything is something," Logan stated. He was taping cobwebs above the couch.

     "You're no fun," I huffed. Patton walked in, looking upset. "Whoa there, Pat. You alright?" I asked.

     He walked over to Logan, ignoring my question. That made me frown a little bit. "Did Virgil say he was going out?" he asked. Logan shook his head, setting the tape down. I looked between them, wondering who in the world this 'Virgil' was. "He's not in his room, and he didn't say anything to me. I didn't do anything, right? I mean, he was happy earlier, wasn't he?" It was weird to see Patton all panicky.

     Logan placed a hand on Patton's shoulder. "I need you to mentally slow down. Think it through," he said calmly. "We know that Virgil always goes out at some point during the day. Maybe he left early and didn't want to bother us. That's just how he is. It's not reasonable to assume that anyone is involved in his absence but him." He pulled away and picked up the tape again. I just watched quietly, unsure of whether there was anything for me to contribute.

     "You're right, you're right. After all, you know what happens when you assume! You make an as out of su and me." It looked like Logan wanted to say something, but he shook his head. Patton picked up a tiny plastic skeleton from the coffee table. "Hello, tiny friend," he whispered and stuffed it in the pocket of his pants.

     Patton left to go to the kitchen to start dinner, and I helped Logan hang decorations.

     "Who's Virgil?" I asked, trying to get a plastic spider to stick to the wall.

     "Patton's roommate," Logan said. "You didn't know that? He's been living here all month."

     "We don't all know everything," I grumbled, rolling my eyes.

     "Did I say that I know everything?"

     "Cool it, Calculator Watch."

     Around half an hour flew by. "Okay, you two," Patton called from the kitchen. He was standing in the doorway, holding a large spoon, which was covered in sauce. "Food's done." Logan and I dropped everything we were doing. Patton took cooking very seriously. I knew he was always secretly offended when we didn't get all excited for the food he made, even when it wasn't, you know, good.

     We sat at the dinner table, and Patton dished out spaghetti for us. When he sat down, he was grinning. "Guys," he said excitedly. I took a bite of my food and watched expectantly. He placed the tiny skeleton from earlier on the table. "Bone ap-petit. Get it? Because he's made of bones, and he's little?" I almost choked on my spaghetti.

     "Oh, Patton, no..." Logan mumbled, shaking his head. "That was just..."

     "Pre-pasta-rous?" I asked slyly.

     "What? No-"

     "Now take it easy, Logan," Patton said. "You can't really blame us, there are just so many saucy pun pasta-bilities."

     "I may actually need to leave."

     "If you do, remember to say pasta la vista."

     "If it's any constellation, Patton, I'm having a ball," I said. "A meatball."

     "Eyo!"

     That was most of dinner. We threw our brilliant (and cheesy) jokes back and forth without a complaint. Well, from us two, at least. Logan couldn't handle our genius.

     I didn't even notice it when the clock passed 5.