Part 6 - Invite

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[POV Virgil]

I placed my hand to my chest and glanced into the reflection that stood before me in the mirror. I had taken the binder off as the night progressed on like Patton requested I do so I didn't accidentally leave it on too long. I mean it's not like I was even prone to leaving it on too long, Pat was just the kind guy to worry about stuff like that for me. Which was actually pretty sweet to think about in all honesty. But still, I knew when I needed to take it off.

Still, the general rule was to only wear the binder for 8-10 hours a day, but from what I can remember I had only been wearing it for around 6 hours so far today due to a large break I took earlier. So if I really wanted, I could continue to wear it, but in the moment I was aware of the chance that once I sat back down in my bed and settled down I may fall asleep for the rest of the night, which wouldn't be good to do with a binder on. So for now, i'd be okay, as long as I managed to get to sleep in maybe the next half an hour. That's my estimate as to how much time I have until the tireless and indefatigable voices returned to scream at me. To try and invalidate me. To try and harm me. But hey, for now I could just lay back into the blankets that adorned my bed and allow myself to fall victim to their warmth.

I ripped my gaze away from the mirror and let my hands drop to my sides, limp and exhausted. Dragging my feet over to my bed, I allowed my body to collapse down onto my back, gazing up at the ceiling above me and letting the cozy textures around me brush against the few parts of my skin that were exposed such as my hands and neck. The mellow atmosphere traveled through my body like a wave crashing onto shore as my eyes slowly weighed down on themselves.

Finally, a feeling of calm and peace. Moments like these were rare but worth savouring when they came. Like I finally felt home.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

A sudden bang on the door startled me wide awake. The seemingly unanticipated noise caused my body to become immediately alert and frantically examine my whole surrounding area before glancing over to the origin of the noise. My door. Was Patton home early or something? No one ever knocks on my door, especially at this time of the day.

Extremely hesitantly and drowsily, I lifted myself up from the comforting embrace of my bed and hauled myself to the door. Placing one hand on the doorknob and the other at my eye to rub out any sleep that formed, I slowly opened the door and raised my gaze up from the floor to meet the eyes of whoever was waiting for me.

"Patton are you back already-" I began to ask before I cut myself off, noticing that the person stood in front of me was significantly taller than Patton was. I continued to raise my gaze til I met the persons eyes.

Roman.

"R-Roman?" I stammered out of confusion at his presence, "I- uh... can I help you with anything?" I questioned, very clearly trying to simultaneously stifle a yawn.

He eyed me suspiciously for a moment, as if he knew I was exhausted just from one hidden yawn. I mean I doubt the bags under my eyes raised much of a suspicion by themselves considering they had been there since the day i met this guy, but it's not like I know how he thinks or whatever.

He took a deep breath in before looking down at me and opening his mouth to speak, "Virgil, I was wondering if you wanted anything, I'm about to order some pizza to eat tonight!" His tone was so... positive and energetic. Strange in all honesty, at least in my opinion.

Before I even had the chance to respond with anything he interrupted himself and continued speaking, "it's just I keep hearing Patton remind you to eat, and from my memory I haven't seen you eat anything this afternoon? So... want anything?"

Shit. He knows about Pattons constant reminders to get me to eat. And if he knew about that, I'd take a strong bet that he's the type of person to snitch on me to Pat if i declined eating. For GODS sakes. I couldn't worry Pat by not eating while he was out, that might just make him distrust leaving me by myself even more. I desperately tried to come up with an excuse in my head but the most I could think of was 'I'm not really hungry', the most useless and overused excuse in the books.

"Uh..." I opened my mouth, trying to desperately string words together to create a response, "I- um... I guess so? But... I'm a vegetarian? I-Is that an issue at all?" I questioned.

He just gave a peaceful smile in return and chuckled, "Oh no, not at all! I mean that's exactly why I came to ask you in the first place, incase of things like that!"

I wasn't sure how much longer i'd be able to withstand any type of eye contact with this guy, lowering my eyes and fiddling with my own hands to avoid anymore, it's just a nervous thing I do, "A-as long as you're sure a-about it? Um.. how much is i-it? I can pay for it by the w-way.." my words faltering as they left my mouth.

"Oh theres no need for that!" He reassured, "i'm the one who offered in the first place, therefore i'm the one who shall pay for it!"

"But-" I tried to interject and oppose but he just made a loud 'shh' noise to quiet me.

"No arguments, just think of it as a favour. Or... something? Tch, I have no clue. ANYWAYS," He quickly diverted the subject from that previous statement, "do you wanna come and wait in the living room with me?"

I pondered over the offering for a minute, I mean i really didn't want to socialise in situations where I didn't have to but also, Logan and Pat were constantly pestering me about getting out of the room more, so maybe if they knew I actually took time to socialise with Roman, they'd lay off my back a bit. I mean, it was worth a try, and if it didn't work, not my issue. I'm not suffering from not socialising.

"S-sure I guess?" I mean, just ordering and eating pizza shouldn't take too long. If it really did, I could just claim I was horribly tired and leave to my room to get some sleep half way through.

Just as I accepted his offer, I saw his expression start to cheer up, the same bright attitude he always had was now horrifically amplified. God lets hope this was not a mistake.

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