Dramatastic- Sanders Side Highschool AU

Chapter 21

Roman finished shovelling his last mouthful of cereal in his mouth, shoving his bowl to the side as he jumped to his feet.

Remus raised an eyebrow. "And where are you going?"

"Have you forgotten? To get Virgil away from this Evan guy!"

"Oh, right. Cassidy is probably going to be here when you come back. He's spent two days stuck with his stepdad and, not going to lie, I'm kinda terrified that the guy's killed him!" Laughed Remus, moving to the toaster as it popped. "See ya later, bro, stay a virgin!"

Roman decided not to question his brother as he began to hop about, pulling his sneakers on without sitting down or behaving like a normal person. "Bye!" He called, snatching keys and a jacket before shutting the door.

.:*:.

He walked down the street, trying to remember Virgil's' address from the two times he'd visited. He looked around at each identical house individually, really hoping he wasn't lost. A window on the second floor of the house he'd just observed opened and Virgil half leaned out.

"Princey!" he shouted with a hiss. "Get in here, Evan should be arriving any time soon!"

Roman blushed with embarrassment, spinning around as he darted up the driveway. He knocked on the door and it swung open to reveal Virgil's' dad and the sight of him made Roman's' heart sink.

Emile had looked so excitedly nervous upon opening the door, only to have the hope quickly sink when he saw one of his sons' friends. He was wearing a creamy turtle-neck sweater and comfy, blue denim.

"O-Oh, Roman, right? Lovely to see you again, um, Virgil is busy today-!"

"I know," Roman said quickly, "He's asked me to be here today."

Emile hesitated. "I-I'm afraid I'm going to have to say no. We're far too busy and-"

Virgil appeared at the foot of the stairs, wearing clothes that screamed 'emo'. "Let him in, dad." He said sternly. Emile looked at his son pleadingly, but Virgil just glared him down. The pastel man bowed his head in surrender, stepping to the side as he opened the door properly.

Suddenly, after getting his way, Virgil was grinning. "C'mon, Roman, we need to prepare!" He darted forwards, grabbing Roman's' wrist and dragging him in. Emile's' head remained bowed, even when Roman thanked him. The poor man was wrapped around his sons' finger so tightly, he couldn't even say no.

Virgil kept pulling Roman after him, running up the stairs enthusiastically. They reached Virgil's' room and the door was shut quickly.

The emo smirked at Roman and Roman smiled back. He gestured to his friends' get up. "Any reason why you've started to look like you worship a fusion of Brendon Urie and Satan?"

Virgil scoffed, but Roman's' statement was hilariously accurate. Virgil's' eyeshadow had increased in the layers applied, making him look like a racoon that was bleeding black from its' eyeballs, with eyeliner across his top and bottom eyelid. He had a tight, leather choker with spikes around his neck and wrists. He wore ripped jeans with tights underneath, slightly heeled boots and fishnet gloves could be seen on his hands underneath the black and purple jacket. Virgil also wore an MCR shirt and his hair was pulled in front of one side of his face.

"I'm hoping that, if I look way too emo, he won't talk to me!" Virgil snickered, moving past Roman to sit on his bed.

Roman sat next to him. "You really hate this guy, huh?"

"Well, duh? He got his divorce against my dad on my birthday because, otherwise, he'd have to cancel some meeting from work." Frowned Virgil. "Do you know what it was like going into court on your seventh birthday knowing that you're never gonna have the same family again? he can't just do that to me and then come back eight years later and expect me to love him!"

Roman shrugged. "Fair point, emo, fair point."

The doorbell rang.

The two teenagers could hear Emile speaking excitedly and a deeper smoother voice could be heard too. Virgil's' frown turned to a scowl and his eyes darkened. He clenched his fists and turned to Roman. "Just remember, princey, you're my plus one to this, okay? Side with me."

"I was going to anyway, my chemically imbalanced romance."

"Hah!" Snorted Virgil. "That was a bad one. You're losing it, princey."

"At least I can come up with nicknames..."

"I apologise, Sir Sing-A-Lot."

Roman gasped, offended, as Emile called for Virgil.

.:*:.

It was obvious, by Emile's' face, that he didn't want Virgil to have brought Roman down too. A man stood next to Emile, face cracked with a wide smile that, to its' credit, didn't break upon seeing Virgil.

This must have been Evan. He looked similar to the torn out photos, a little older though. He had laugh lines and stress lines but, apart from that, seemed to be the exact same. "Hey, there, Pumpkin!" He said, the smile growing hopefully. His voice was smooth and soft. It was comforting, yet proud and confident. It was no wonder someone as meek as Emile had fallen for him.

Virgil scowled. "Hi."

"Can you introduce Evan to your friend, Vee?" Emile tried, eyes filled with pleading.

"His name is Roman. He's in my year." Virgil explained curtly. Roman was about to extend his hand in a formal greeting but quickly stopped himself at the small widening of Virgil's' eyes.

"Hey," was all he said, although he tried to speak politely.

Evan gave him another warm smile. "Hi! It's great to see my son has made friends while I was gone. I was always so scared he wouldn't trust anyone enough to come out of his little shell!"

"Jeez, wonder whose fault that is..." Hissed Virgil. He ignored the hurt on Evans' face as he clicked his fingers, walking into the kitchen. Roman scampered after him obediently.

Virgil shut the door behind them, sitting on the counter. "I forgot how stupid he was." Complained the emo, reaching for the fridge the sat next to him, getting out a can of Fanta. "Want one?"

"Uh, yeah," Roman said, leaning forwards and grabbing the can Virgil passed to him. "I don't know, Virgil, he doesn't seem too bad..."

Virgil locked eyes with him, suddenly looking furious. "I thought you said you were going to side with me, here, princey."

Roman quickly held his hands up in defensive terror, unsure why he was so scared. "To be honest, I've just met him, he's probably awful!" He amended quickly, surprised at himself that he didn't stand his ground like he usually would. Virgil smirked at him, shutting the fridge and popping open his own can, taking a swig. Roman watched him nervously. "You are actually scary when you dress like an emo demon..."

"Aw, is princey scared?" Taunted Virgil.

Roman flushed. "N-No, shut up! I could still take you on, right now!"

"Pfft, of course, you could. Just like you could take on that goose we saw at the park last year."

"Hey, no fair! Geese can be dangerous!"

"Roman's' a scardey cat!"

"Shut up!"