Tissues - Logicality AU

Ch. 3 - Excuses

Patton's p.o.v.
(*Tw: two swear words)

I woke up the next morning to the sound of Virgil's alarm going off. I could here him groan and shift in his bed as he snoozed the alarm. When he made no attempt to get up, I sighed and sat up rubbing my eyes. There was no need to try and fall back asleep. 

"Virgil, it's time to get up."

"Hmpph grnfm." Virgil mumbled gibberish into his pillow. 

"I know you're mad at the world, but I have a point. You have classes." I put on my glasses and got out of bed. I walked to the mini-fridge and took the cereal off the top and a plastic bowl. I opened the fruity pebbles and began to pour them into the bowl. Sadly, there were none left. I opened the fridge to check for milk. There was none of that either. 

"I thought you went grocery shopping yesterday." I turned to look at Virgil, who was still in bed.

"I did." he said grumpily and pointed to a tall stack of ramen in the corner. So that's where all his money goes. 

"I can feel you judging me. It was only like 5 dollars." 

"That cheap?" 

Virgil sat up, his morning hair going off in all directions. "You don't know the ways of ramen, my friend." 

I sighed. "Well, since we're both up, I'll come to the store with you." 

"Pat, you don't have to." He got up and looked in the mirror while he brushed his hair in his normal style. The bags under his eyes were much more visible than they were yesterday, which has me worried. How much is he actually sleeping? 

"It's no problem, really. I want to get out of the house. Plus, I need to check up on Dan today." 

Virgil made a disgusted face and shook his head. He's never been approving of Dan, even considering they were cousins. "Look, he literally just has a cold. He's blowing it out of proportions." 

"Says you, my dark strange son." 

Virgil sighed, knowing he'd been beaten. He threw on his black plaid hoodie and black ripped jeans. His perfect black nails he painted yesterday were now chipped at the top. He looked over at me. "Ya have five minutes, Pat. Get dressed."

"Shoot, right. Forgot about that." I laughed nervously and ran to the closet. I picked out khaki pants and a pastel blue sweater today. I threw on my "dad shoes" as Virgil calls them and I run beside him. 

"Ready!" I said triumphantly for getting ready so fast. He looked at me and smirked. 

"Phone?" 

"Oh, right!" I ran over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone. I walked back over to the door. 

"Now I'm ready." I confirmed. 

"Car keys?" 

I snapped. "On the counter." I ran over and grabbed them. 

"Did you even fix your hair?" 

"I can do that in the car. Let's move!" I opened the door and pushed Virgil out the door. He grumbled and slumped over, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked. I walked happily by his side, smiling as I felt the slight spring breeze flow by. As we walked to the car, I admired the morning. It was a beautiful day outside. Birds were singing, flowers blooming. 

"Stop." Virgil mumbled. 

"Stop what?" I looked at him confused, tilting my head a bit.

"Stop being a morning person. It's not even that nice out."