Queer 'n Crazy (Sanders Sides Human! Au)

Chapter 6

Hello, fellow Fanders!

Sorry this chapter's shorted than usual, it's more of a filler than anything, if I'm being honest. This is really messy, just a warning. I was hit with a bought of writers block. 

WARNINGS : Mentions of food, rain, depression, anxiety, bi-polar disorder, yelling, bad puns, swearing, and flipping someone off. I think that's it!

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"I know you're not gonna worry that much, you walking dictionary! I'm talking about me here!" Logan sighed at Virgil's panicked comment, before holding the bleak metal door open for the smaller teen to walk through. 
"Virgil, while I can comprehend this is a side effect of your anxiety, there is no need to worry. This is just an english class."

"You don't understand, Logan! English teachers hate me! The moment those vultures set their eyes on a quiet kid, they assume they're a poet! It sucks!" Logan frowned, before slotting into a seat in the middle row.
"I'm sure you're overthinking this. They're teachers, it's their job to help you." Virgil snorted, falling into the seat beside Logan, and dropping his bag on the floor. 

"Speak for yourself; you probably had amazing teachers or something." He said leaning down to retrieve his stuff. Logan rolled his eyes, before doing the same. 

"Oi, Calculator!" 
"Ah, great." Logan sat up in his seat and readjusted his glasses. "Fancy seeing you here, Roman. I assumed your reading capabilities were below average."

Virgil looked up to see a -frankly quite handsome- boy standing in front of Logan. He was tall and had an athletic build. His skin had a golden tint to it, and his eyes were a sparkling green. A mop of thick brown hair sat utop of his head, styled to the side in a small swoop. His eyes were glinting mischeviously at Logan, a sideward smirk showing off two rows of perfect teeth. 

...Virgil didn't like him. 

Roman  gasped dramatically at Logan's remark, a hand coming up to cover his heart. 

"You wound me! I assumed I'd made a good impression." 
"Mm." Logan tilted his head to the side, a small smirk dawning on his face. "And almost destroying the computer lab is considered a "good" impression, is it." Roman groaned, slumping into the chair in front of Logan.
"Shut uuup." he said with a pop. Virgil shot Logan a confused look. 

It was then that Roman seemed to notice Virgil. His smirk returned as he surveyed the teen, his eyes darting around his profile.
"And who's the emo nightmare?"

Emo nightmare?!

"The name's Virgil." Virgil leaned back in his seat, his eyes narrowing. "And what's with the way you talk, are you a prince or something?"
"He speaks!"
"Roman, that's not very nice!" Virgil's head shot up at the familiar voice to see Patton beaming down at him. 

"Hiya, Virgil!" 
"Hey, Pat. You know Princey?"
"Yup. We're neighbors, and our roommates know each other, so... Yeah." 
"Hm."

"Padre?! You know this ball of darkness?"
"Aw, c'mon, Roman! Virgil's not that bad!" Virgil wondered what he meant by that. 

"What disorders are you two in for?"

"I'm in for Bi-polar, and sunshine here is depressed." said Roman, jerking a thumb over at Patton. Virgil raised an eyebrow.
"Patton? Depressed?"
"I got pretty good at hiding it." A tired expression flitted across Patton's face, making Virgil's heart sink.

"So what's wrong with you guys?"
"Generalised anxiety, PTSD, and maybe depression?"
"OCD, mainly, although I have been in a depressive state before." said Logan, re-arranging the items on his desk. 
Roman let out a wolf whistle. 
"Not a very happy couple, are you." Virgil flipped him off.