DEAR JOURNAL

YEAR ELEVEN

TW-intense pain, blood, violence, fighting
I kinda miss dolin tbh
-Liz

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Virgil's pov

One year later

Dear journal,

I wake up next to my wonderful boyfriend, Roman. I'm in his room, the one that looks exactly like the one in the castle. I haven't been back in my old room since the day Ro confessed. A couple of weeks after the funeral we teleported all of mine and dolin's old belongings out to the living room and organized everything. Now all of Dolin's things are in the attic in boxes. I have my own little box with one of his hoodies and a couple pictures along with his dvd of Glee season three. It was his favorite season and according to him "the last real season" we used to stay up till three in the morning bingeing the show, what a nerd.

Roman starts to stir in his sleep. He turns and faces me with his eyes flickering open. I close my journal and sit it down on the nightstand. He sits up and stretches. He also yawns obnoxiously, Idiot. I hit him gently in the stomach.

"Ow, what was that for?" He says. Making his trademark offended princy noises.

"You know exactly what you're doing dork" we both laugh and I throw a pillow at him. I can't really throw anything at all so the pillow misses Ro and flys back at my head. It hits me in the face and knocks me off the bed. I try to stand up but I get tangled in the sheets and fall back down. I see Roman's face peak over the bed. His face is red as a tomato and he is laughing his ass off. I try to get up again but I hit my head on the nightstand, this just makes Ro laugh harder.

"Stop laughing and help me up" Ro continues to laugh but he reaches his hand down. I grab it and pull myself up. Roman also gets up and walks over to his side of the clothing rack. He grabs a white shirt and a red bomber jacket with a gold crown patch in the back, along with his white ripped jeans. He tosses a black and white MCR tee-shirt and I pull it over my head. I walk over to my side of the rack and grab my black ripped jeans. We both change while Ro tries(and fails) to flirt with me. Once we finish we head down the hall.

"I'll get there first" he says as he runs through the house. I quickly chased after him. We run down the stairs but my clumsy ass trips. Roman runs ahead of me.

"DO YOU TOO REALLY NEED TO TO THAT IN HERE YOU HAVE THE ENTIRE THIRD FLOOR" I hear laughing and Roman's confused princy noises. I walk into the kitchen. Logan is on the counter and Patton is standing in front of him......OH SHIT NOT AGAIN.

"Really guys, the food is gonna burn"

"Oh crud!" Dad says, he runs over to the stove and flips the pancake. Roman and I sit at the island counter in the middle of the large kitchen. The kitchen was designed by dad since he is the one who uses it the most. I help him make cookies sometimes but otherwise it is just him and Logan cooking. Mornings always go like this. Patton wakes up at 7:30am and Logan wakes up at 8:00am, they come down here and get started on food. Then I wake up at 8:30am and write in my journal until Ro wakes up. We race down stairs, Logan and Patton get caught by one of us while they are making out. Then we all eat, once we are done Ro and I do the dishes. Then the three of them go out and fulfill their duties. I stay here and paint, sometimes other sides come by and ask me to paint things for them. I'm always happy to take requests for the sides and it keeps me busy. Then I go out to the village and deliver all of the paintings I got the day before. It is a simple but very fun life. There are times where Thomas needs me to do work, I keep him productive and I help him remember simple things. Just the right amount of anxiety to keep him working but not too much that he has a panic attack for no reason. That is my good friend Social Anxiety's job, we work together when Thomas wants to talk to a boy or go to a party.