falling /// sanders sides soulmate au

Chapter 20 - - Roman

After school, we sat on the sofa with Janus and Remus and worked on filling out the applications on their laptop. It asked basic things, like our age, name, reason for applying, etc, then a message at the bottom told us they'd get back to us.

It seemed too easy.

We closed the laptop. One step had been completed. Now we just had to wait for an email. It didn't say how quickly they'd be getting back to us, so we assumed it would be a couple days and got on with our lives.

Virgil and I went upstairs and sat on his bed, watching frozen. We sat next to each other trying to throw popcorn into each other's mouth, which was messy but fun. We sang along to all the songs while trying to throw popcorn at each other, which meant we were singing with mouthfuls of popcorn. I'm not going to say that I had great aim and hardly missed, but I'm totally saying that.

Then I shot up and started swearing profusely.

"I have loads of homework due tomorrow!" I exclaimed, running out the room to grab my bag downstairs.

"Oh look, it's sonic," Janus grinned, taking a sip out of the mug in his hand, then continuing to talk with Remus. I ran back up the stairs and sat on the bed and half watched frozen, half did my homework.

"Don't you have homework?" I asked Virgil, noticing his smug glances.

"Oh, no, I do it as soon as its assigned or else I forget," he replied. I mumbled about him being a nerd and scribbled something that looked like algebra but could also be chemical equations.

Yes, ok, I concede, my handwriting is bad. But its fine, I only lose grades over it! Haha... ha... ha.

"Do you need help? It looks like you're writing in martian," Virgil frowned.

"Please," I groaned. He looked over it and pointed out where I'd gone wrong and what I was supposed to do.

"I had no idea you were so smart," I speculated, looking over at the boy poring over my work.

"Well, snake dad was very hard on me education-wise when I was younger and taught me outside of school because I found it hard to learn in a classroom," Virgil explained, not looking up from the work, "and he eventually taught me higher level stuff - he thought the school moved at too slow a pace."

So like, Virgil was smart smart. I kinda wanted to see his report card now. Once Virgil had gone through my work and pointed out the mistakes I'd made and how to correct them, he said,
"I'm sure snake dad would be able to help you with your work and understanding, if you asked."

"You've actually helped me quite a bit here, thanks," I answered, looking over my work and correcting where I'd gone wrong.

"There! I'm done," I grinned, shoving my work in my bag and chucking it out the door. The clock told us it was 7pm, so we wandered downstairs and to the kitchen. Janus was cooking lasagne, which smelled amazing.

I felt so grateful for this family. They'd taken me in when I was fully prepared to go homeless and provided me with hot meals, a bed and familial love.

Fucking hell, I was so lucky to have Virgil as my soulmate. I took his hand and squeezed it to show I was feeling happy. He squeezed back and lead me to the dining table, where Remus was already sat.

"Have you ever imagined each other dying?" Remus asked, "Or thought about killing each other?"

"Dad, not this," Virgil groaned.

"I'm just saying, it's so easy. You could use ropes, knives, pills, or good old fashioned hands," Remus reasoned.

"Don't give me ideas," I joked.

"Him. I like him," Remus stated, gesturing at me with his deodorant. Virgil glared at me for egging on his dad, then leaned back as Janus came through with the lasagne and placed them on our place mats.

Remus and Virgil lightly argued about Remus talking about imagining the cows who died to make this, and Janus just looked on, smiling softly until Remus raised his voice. Then Janus put his foot down and threw a piece of garlic bread at him. Remus threw one back, then the husbands started to get into their own, small food fight. It had been so long since I'd sat at a meal with this much life. It was slightly annoying to only have a small amount of garlic bread, but when the dining room was full of laughter and food stains it was worth it.

When the garlic bread stopped flying across the table, Janus cleared his throat and continue to eat his lasagne on a civilised manner.

"Are there any jobs around the house I could help with after dinner?" I asked, overwhelmed by their hospitality and wanting to give something back.

"How lovely of you to offer," Janus smiled, shooting a glance at Virgil, "the washing up needs to be done, and maybe some ironing."

I nodded.

"I'll help," Virgil blurted.

"You really don't have to, I'm-"

"Nope, I'm helping, I'll help, can't stop me."

"Thanks."

We did the washing up, Virgil drying and putting away, talking quietly.

"Logan said his dad works for Starbucks, would he be able to get in a good word for you?" I pondered.

"That's a good thought actually, I'll message him in a bit," Virgil responded.

"I can't imagine Logan working in a Starbucks," I grinned, cleaning a plate.

"He would refuse to spell people's name wrong, I heard they do that on purpose for clout," Virgil said. We laughed at the image of Logan serving up over-complicated orders to Karens.

"Just asking, how do you know your dad isn't going to let you back home? Didn't he say he'd text you?" Virgil asked,knowing I'd got my phone back after Caroline dropped it over.

"Even if he did, I wouldn't want to live with him. And I'm being sent money every month, so it's not going to be for a while if he does want be back," I reasoned. Virgil nodded and put away the cup he was drying.