Not your fault

9. Flower

He wants to take me somewhere? Where? Is this where he murders me? Nope! Logan trusts him, Patton wouldn't be friends with him if he was going too. I trust him. But is trust the best thing? I trusted Mum. Mum trusted Dad. Dad trusts me to stay away from Roman. Can my family really be a circling line of liars? No! I am not him. I am not a liar! Trust is important and I trust Roman. Why? He broke any chance at trust I had left. Roman's nothing like him though! Never mind... I randomly trusted Roman because he was a Prince in shining versity jackets as he resuced me from the pain of my mothers death. Typical Virgil as he places his trust in the hands of someone who shows him the slightest amount of friendship. But is it ever true? But what if-

Virgil sighed as he pressed into the farthest corner in the small cubboard at the back of the libary. His left hand holding a thin remote as he randomly pressed the buttons as he turned it into a pattern, his head staring up at the ceiling as he watched the LED lights flicker with each button he pressed.

Watching the repeated pattern that he created.

Purple.
Red.
Blue.
green.
pink.
Red.
Purple.
Red.
Yellow.

He watched as the lights flashed each colour before he noticed the type of pattern he created.

Virgil
Roman.
Logan.
Unknown.
Patton.
Roman.
Virgil.
Roman.
...Him.

Roman's colour seemed to show up the most. Meaning that Logan was right. Virgil is really falling hard.

The silver handle of the old door twisted as it slowly opened, revealing Mrs.Ariti with a walming smile.

"Hey flower."

Virgil innocently smiled and comfortably sunk into the corner as he looked up at her.

"Just wanted to let you know that the last bell is about to ring in a few minutes so make sure your packed up."

Virgil shifted and reached for his bag that was lazily thrown onto one of the beanbags. "Okay..." His voice was soft and almost unheard. Once he noticed she hadn't moved, he looked up at her with curiosity and a childish gleam in his eyes.

"Also... there's a certain Roman waiting for you at the library desk."

Smiling brighter, Virgil tried to play it off as he tried to hurry up the process of closing his bag and getting up. Mrs.Ariti slipped out the closet as Virgil started turning off all the lights. Making sure to put the remotes where he always places them.

He walked up and locked the door, starting to mess with the lanyard in his slim fingers. Walking around the bookshelves, as promised - Roman was stood by the door at the oak desk: messing with all the bookmarks in a tall yellow pot.

"Oh, what are you doing here?"

Roman looked up before chuckling and moving his head to watched as Virgil moved closer. Not being able to help but glance at the unintentional sway of the emo's hips and watch as Virgil's eyes drooped into a relaxed 'flirting?' look.

"Nothing out of the extraordinary... We were let out of that room early so I thought we could start making our to reception."

Virgil nodded and stopped infront of the athlete; placing the landard onto the desk before crossing his arms over his chest as he looked up at the taller.

"Where are me even going?"

"You'll see~ Just don't over think it... you'll love it. Hopefully."