Lavender Thorns

Chapter 16- Roman

A/N: There's big gae in this chapter. ;)

I woke up with a breathy yawn, stretching my arms over my head, earning a satisfying 'pop!' 

 I rolled out of bed, not caring to fix my hair, or get dressed yet, as I'd just be here most of the day. My other dorm-mates would most likely be in their respective rooms, even if they weren't, it wouldn't matter too much to them, or myself how I looked.

Opening the door to my room, I walked into the kitchen. The dorm wasn't actually too quiet surprisingly. I heard, as suspected, some sort of movie from Patton's room, absolutely nothing from Logan's room, and the faint trace of music from Virgil's room. I tried to pinpoint what type, which lead me to standing directly in front of his room, leaning in to listen.

The song was actually really calm compared to what I expected him to listen to. I recognized the artist as Cavetown, and the song specifically as Lemon Boy. I hummed along with the melody, and soon realized Virgil had begun singing. 

And damn. I realize why Thomas cast him now.

His voice was surprisingly high, but not squeaky. It was the perfect pitch. He sang softly, yet melodically. I was mesmerized. I couldn't step away. It was hypnotic to listen to this singing, even if only for a small time.

The singing abruptly stopped and I hummed in disappointment, stepping away from the door and heading to the kitchen. I grabbed my usual cup of iced coffee from the fridge, and sat on the sofa in the living room to watch TV.

I turned around slightly as I heard the door to Virgil's bedroom creak and out stepped the emo himself. He had no eyeshadow on, but I didn't notice it very much. I was too far away to really point out something that was under his eyeshadow, if there were anything.

I cleared my throat and took a sip of my coffee, waving my hand towards him. "Good morning Virge, Sleep well?"

He grumbled and went to making his coffee, running a hand through his hair. "Yup."

I could tell just based on his body language and tone, he did not sleep well, I was starting to notice a reoccurrence. So how much sleep was he actually getting?

I looked back to the TV, sipping my coffee and hearing him retreat back to his room, the door shutting behind him semi-loudly. 

I would have worked on homework too, but my professors were kind enough not to give any, so I was safe for the weekend, unlike my unfortunate room-mates.

...

I hummed several Disney tunes from several Disney movies as I walked back to my dorm. It was about seven in the evening, and I had gone to get some more groceries. Just the basics, milk, cereal, coffee beans, etc. 

The dorm was unlocked, so I just opened the door and came inside. Patton was laying on the couch, while Logan sat in his armchair. 

The latter of the two had a book on his lap, that was deserted seemingly awhile ago, and he had an eyebrow raised at the other, who was talking about botany.

"So roses represent passion and romance. Petunias symbolize anger and resentment and..." He hummed for a moment. 

"What were violets?" He asked this while sitting up and looking over at Logan, who looked down at a notecard in his hand.

He hummed for a moment. "Innocence, modesty, and true love?"

Patton gasped slightly. "Oh! Thanks for reminding me!" He looked over at me over the couch, and having noticed the sudden change of attention, Logan also looked over.