Queer 'n Crazy (Sanders Sides Human! Au)

Chapter 8

Hello, fellow fanders!

This is chapter eight of Queer 'n Crazy, I wrote it in one go, so sorry if it's a bit rushed. Also, whenever you feel sad, imagine a LAMP cuddle pile with a touch-starved Patton in the center. Platonic or Romantic. It works, or at least it makes me feel like there's beauty in the world. :) 

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WARNINGS: Contains mentions of a bad mental state, references to and mentions of an abusive mother/abusive parents, self deprecating thoughts, eating disorders, medication, anxiety, self conciousness, depression, lack of sleep, swearing, repression and hiding emotions. Let me know if there are any others, please!

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"Are you sure this is the place?" 

Logan glanced down at the flyer in his hand, before nodding. 
"Yes, I believe so. Meeting is held in the sports hall, starts at 3:15. We seem to be in the right place." The two looked up at the rusty metal sign that was set above the entrance, and sure enough, it was emblazoned with the words Sports Hall. 

Logan glanced up and down the silent foyer. "We seem to be the only ones here." he turned to Virgil. "Do you think we're early?" Virgil bit his lip, his fingers starting to toy with his hoodie strings. 
"I dunno, are you sure we've got the date right?"
"Yes, we have, Virgil." Logan sighed, exasperated. Virgil froze at his tone, instantly curling in on himself. He stayed silent instead of replying. Logan hadn't seemed to notice his reaction. Or maybe he did and doesn't care. At that moment, the foyer door opened.

"Seriously?! Cavetown is superior. You cannot change my mind." Virgil turned his eyes to the noise, grateful for a distraction.

The girl who'd spoken was short and round, with pale skin and yellowing teeth. Her hair hung limp in little clumps, and she was wearing a black oversized hoodie. Accompanying her was a taller, skinnier girl, with thinning brown hair. The taller girl scoffed. 

"Nuh-uh. Twenty one Pilots is better."
"You're just in denial."
"I'm telling the truth, you heathen."
"Your truth is a lie!" Something in Virgil's chest lightened at the mention of one of his favourite bands, but his jaw felt like it was wired shut. They were probably in Lyra, eating disorders. Virgil couldn't understand how. He was a stress-eater. He was probably staring at them - he should stop staring at them. God, I'm such a weirdo. 

Virgil pulled his hood up and shoved his hands in his pockets, his stomach tightening. They probably thought he was some kind of recluse. He could feel Logan's gaze on him, but he didn't look at him. 

"Cavetown's lyrics have meaning! I can't say the same for ToP."
"Cavetown's lyrics are bullshit compared to Twenty One Pilots'. Do you know how many lives they've saved!"
"Lives saved doesn't equal quality."
"One of their taglines is stay alive, for god's sake!"
"I don't think God would like Twenty One Pilots."
"Because they're calling him out for the disorders he's inflicted on us."
The shorter girl scoffed. "Bullcrap. What do you guys think?"

Virgil didn't respond, and Logan looked down at him.

"Uh, Virgil?" Virgil jumped, turning to Logan. A concerned expression filled his field of vision. Oh god, he's worried. I can't give anyone a moment of peace, can I. I guess mum was right about that one. 

"The girl's asked you a question?"
"Are you assuming my gender?" said the shorter girl with a exaggerated expression. Virgil stifled a laugh, a little bit of panic fading from his eyes. Logan however, looked at the two, baffled.

"Sorry, are those not your preferred pronouns?"
"No, no, they are. Sash's just joking." The taller girl looked over at Virgil, who was now surveying the two with interest.