Dramatastic- Sanders Side Highschool AU

Chapter 14

WARNING! SOME BAD LANGUAGE!

Remus had an ice-pack pressed to the lump on his head and Mr. Storm was frantically trying to apologize. Virgil had shown up a few minutes ago, only sitting quietly at the bottom of the stairs as he watched silently.

"I'm so sorry about him, Mister Storm," Janus said, cradling Remus in his lap while the teenager snored on, oblivious, "Remus is a little excessive..."

"Why are you all even here?" Emile asked, visibly confused.

Patton stood up with a small smile. "My name is Patton, and that's Logan, Thomas, Roman, Remus and Janus. We're friends of Virgil, from school. We're here to tell him how the casting went!"

"Why do you think I wasn't in school, Pat?" Raising an eyebrow, Virgil flicked his hand sarcastically.

"Y-You bunked school because of casting?!" Roman gasped as if it were the stupidest thing ever.

Virgil glared. "I didn't want to... Whatever, dad, can you send them home?" The emo asked, uncurling at the foot of the stairs as he began to head up.

Emile nodded obediently. "Sure thing, Stormcloud. Okay, all of you out-keep the ice-pack- I don't want you here if my son doesn't!" He said, wafting his hands at the teenagers as if he were trying to shoo a small dog.

"W-Wait! Virgil!" Yelped Thomas, jumping from the couch. He sidestepped around Emile, chasing after his friend.

"Hey, Thomas, what're you doing?!" Cried Roman, darting after him.

Patton went to follow but Emile caught him, pushing him along with stern lectures about how their parents would be paying for the door.

.:*:.

Thomas paused on the landing, greeted by four shut doors. Roman rushed up next to him. There were two doors facing towards them, then one on each wall that bordered it. Roman pushed open one on the wall opposite them, to his right. It opened to a pastel study, a desk stationed near the back of the room with two chairs in front and one behind. Steven Universe and Avatar: The Last Airbender posters were stuck to the wall and sun came flooding through a window to the right of the desk.

"Nice study..." Roman mumbled, shutting the door.

Thomas opened he other door on that wall, opening into a blue tiled bathroom. It was surprisingly luxurious, as bathrooms go. "Not his room either."  Thomas commented.

He pushed open the door on the left wall to see a bedroom. The carpet was sinky and creamy, with a large, double bed placed against the wall. The curtains were open and the bedside table was covered in picture frames. They were all turned to face the bed and only one of them had been placed face down.

"That'll be Mister Storm's' room," Roman said, Thomas agreeing with  small nod. The two crossed to the door opposite and Roman pushed it open and yelped as something flew past his face.

It had been a picture frame, holding something, and it had landed in the bin. Roman went to pick it up and Thomas scoped the room. The walls were painted indigo and there was a large bookshelf filled with nerdy titles that would make Logan jealous. A bed was tucked in the corner with a 'Black Parade' duvet. Virgil was curled up on it, picking up picture frames before hurling them across the wall.

"Virgil?" Thomas asked, walking over to his friend cautiously. He wrapped an arm around the emo, glancing at the picture in his hands. It was an old quality, but still clear. A man, in possibly his thirties, took up the whole of the picture. He had wavy, black hair and was beaming up at the boys. In his lap was a toddler that was reaching up for the camera with a frozen laugh. Even without purple hair and eye shadow, Thomas could tell the child was Virgil.

"Who's that-?" He began when Virgil took out the picture and ripped he mans' face off.

Roman headed over, having retrieved several photos.

Virgil scowled at the now torn photo. "That was my pa. Now I couldn't give a fuck about him." The emo went to hurl the mans' head but Roman caught his arm before he could, dropping the photographs on Thomas's' lap.

"Virgil, what's the matter? Who ever he is, it doesn't mean anything now. What's the matter, Vee?" Roman asked comfortingly, placing his hands on Virgil's' knees as he crouched on the ground.

Pouting slightly, Virgil crossed his arms, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on his 'pa's' face. "I had a panic attack because I didn't want to find out I hadn't gotten the part and then it worsened my headache."

"You had a headache?"

Virgil glared at Thomas. "I always have a headache."

"Didn't know that..." Mumbled Roman thoughtfully. He wrapped his arms around Virgil warmly and Thomas did the same.

The two hugged the third tightly and were there for about a minute when they heard a small gasp. They looked to the doorway to see Virgil's' father holding on of the picture frames, hand to his mouth as his eyes began to shine.

"Evan..." Whispered Emile.

"Who...?" Thomas asked.

"Virgil, did you- do you really still hate him that much?" Emile stepped through to his son, pushing the others of him softly as he still hold the photo graph. A four year old Virgil was grinning at the camera, with a younger looking Emile and, again, a ripped off head for the other man.

Virgil scowled. "I do."

"Stormcloud, he never wanted to-"

"Well, he did, dad." Virgil snapped, standing up. He pushed his way out of the room and they heard the bathroom door lock.

Roman swallowed. "I feel like I'm missing something here..."