Why are we Villans?

A thought 1

Virgil's POV: Virgil awoke in bed the next morning at 10:36 am. This was very early for him but he knew he would not get any more sleep this morning. He decided to take a quick shower and then get dressed for the day. He got out of the shower and towled off walking over to us closet. He got out his usual outfit and went downstairs to be greeted by Patton and Logan discussing something in hushed voices.

"Morning"I call out as I slide down the banister and walk into the kitchen. Whatever Patton and Logan where talking about must have had something to do with me as they ended the discussion promptly. 

"Wow is the emo nightmare really up this early!?"Princey called out sarcastically.

"Ah I see sir sing-a-lot is grumpy as usual"I say making Roman glare at me as I make a cup of coffee. Patton had saved me some pancakes from earlier so I put them on a plate and heated them up. Patton was the most accepting at the start and he always seems to put others before himself.... I should really make him a thank you card.

Since it was the weekend and Tomas was busy talking with Joan we all decided to put on a movie. One movie turned into three. We where half way through Beauty and the beast when lumiere's constant arguments with clogsworth made me think about the tension from last night. It made me think of why this all started. All because I couldn't listen. Remus had warned me about Patton's point of view, how he wouldn't lie if his life depended on it. He had warned me about his brother, how Roman could get under your skin without anyone knowing or caring. Deciet told me about Logan, how if the point of discussion was based off of anything emotional he would be stubborn and rude. I don't know why but one day I got tiered of being the "bad guy" and I left. Some days I want to go back and apologize, but even if they forgave me I couldn't forgive myself. For abandoning my family.

I clean up my dishes and go up to my room. I put on some fallout boys music at a semi low volume.... A volume settings that I set my music to when I neaded to cry.