Sanders Sides Oneshots

Found

Platonic or romantic up to interpretation I guess? Just hope you guys enjoy it, now matter how you see it. 

It was several hours after school had gotten out, and Roman found himself racing back to that very location. He had left his script backstage, and it was the start of a three-day weekend, far too good a line memorization opportunity to let go to waste.

Pulling open the back door to the theater, Roman made his way along, passing the prop and makeup rooms. Upon reaching the wings of the stage, he spotted his script, reaching to grab it off the ground. As he stood up, however, he heard something.

Though only a sigh, it was projected loudly throughout the empty theater, leaving Roman very curious as to who made it. Careful not to make any noise, he peeked his head out of the black curtain, focusing on the center of the stage.

There stood a boy, someone Roman knew to be on the stage crew. A push broom lay forgotten next to him, and his gaze seemed to be on the empty seats. The boy had Roman captivated, and he wondered why he was here so late. Despite wanting to ask, he held back, finding himself unable to break the silence.

When time seemingly resumed, the other hung his head before taking a breath. Then, much to Roman's surprise, he started to sing.

"Have you ever felt that nobody was there?

Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?

Have you ever felt like you could disappear?

Like you could fall, and no one would hear?"

His arms clung to each other, gripping the extra fabric of his jacket. He stayed there, holding his head down, not carrying onto the next verse.

Silence hung and this time, Roman felt the need to speak up. He couldn't say why, it just felt like his duty to do so. Taking a step out of the wing, he allowed himself to speak for the first time.

"Why'd you stop?"

The boy jumped, turning to see who had spoken. Roman stood there, giving him a second to register he wasn't alone. Finally, the other spoke. "What?"

"Why'd you stop singing? It's a great song, and you have a lovely voice." The other boy shrunk, seemingly embarrassed by the compliment.

Neither spoke for a while, but Roman refused to leave without an answer, holding his ground. After a while, the boy sighed.

"Those are the only lyrics that are actually true."

At that moment, Roman felt his heart break. Did he really believe that? He couldn't, right?

Walking over, Roman stood in front of the other, frantically searching his brain for a name.

"It's Virgil, right?" he asked, remembering hearing it once in passing.

"Yeah." Virgil looked up at him, curiosity seeping through his eyes.

"Well, let that lonely feeling wash away,

Maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay."

Roman sang out, reaching towards the other.

"Cause when you don't feel strong enough to stand,

You can reach, reach out your hand."

As he sang, Roman looked the other in his eyes, Virgil staring right back at him. He couldn't tell what was going through their mind, but something told him to keep singing.

"And oh, someone will come running

And I know, they'll take you home

Even when the dark comes crashing through

when you need a friend to carry you

And when you're broken on the ground

You will be found

So let the sun come streaming in

Cause you'll reach and and you'll rise again

Lift your head and look around

You will be found"

Virgil's head dropped at the start of the chorus, leading Roman to bring a hand to his chin, lifting it back up. This time when they locked eyes, he saw hope in the brown orbs looking back at him.

"You will be found

You will be found

You will be found," he sang once more, nodding to Virgil, silently asking him to finish the verse.

After a second of silence, Virgil sighed before singing softly, "You will be found."

A giant grin erupted from Roman, and he noticed the corners of Virgil's mouth turn up a bit.

"Thanks. For cheering me up," The stage crew member said, moving to add his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Of course. What else was I supposed to do, leave you alone?" Virgil shrugged, seeming to have expected that. "Hey, you wanna maybe try hanging out some time this weekend? My friends and I were planning to meet up tomorrow. I don't know if you know them, but they're pretty cool. They're Logan Sharp and Patton Hart."

"Oh yeah. Patton's always been nice to me, and that Logan dude seems okay."

"Well, then here." Roman ripped a small corner of his script, quickly jotting his number down on it. "Text me before 3 tomorrow if you wanna join us. I'm not gonna force you, but I would love to see you there."

Virgil hesitantly took the paper, adding it to his pocket. "Yeah, I might actually come," he said, giving the smallest of smiles.

Roman beamed back at him. "You leaving now, or do you still have some stuff to do?"

"I gotta finish sweeping. But I guess I might see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Roman walked toward the door, pausing for a second once he had opened it. "Oh, and Virgil?"

The boy looked down at him, having just picked up the broom. "Yeah?"

"I hope those lyrics feel a little bit truer than they did before." With that, he left, leaving the other with his first real grin in a long time.

Hey! So, yeah, been a minute since an update. Sorry about that. Swear I'll try to get more consistent about this stuff. 

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this. Feel free to point out any errors, I always try to make sure everything is correct but you miss stuff some times, you know? 

That's gonna do it for me, so hope you have a very good morning, even it it's like 11 at night.

~Dna