Cold Spaghetti [Dukexiety] (Modern AU)

I Wanna Tell Ya But I Don't Know How

TW:// A VERY short chapter to act as an epilogue, it's fucking Remus what did you expect?

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That hangout party was so great that the author was way too lazy to write it. How exciting! So just imagine everyone coming over to Virgil's apartment, sting Queso and ordering pizza, and then going home respectively while Remus spent the night and Virgil's because he was feeling lonely. Oh, and a huge thing to mention was that Janus fussed at Remus a lot for not giving Virgil the phone number for his old therapist. They made an appointment that night around ten o'clock during the party. So Virgil is going to see a therapist for his depression, and he is okay with it.

So that's the recap so we can tie up some loose ends around here! This two paragraph part of the story is here so that everyone who is reading this knows that not everyone's depression is the same and it should be treated with care by a professional. It's good to vent, but friends can't handle all problems. It's good to talk to a mental health professional on a hotline or in therapy. Now that this was understood, the last chapter or this fanfic is going to take place the morning after that huge party thing. I hope you enjoy :)

~💜Time Skip??? Idk Just Story Starts Now💚~

Oh, hey, what's going on? Remus sat up and he wasn't in his bedroom, he was staring a table the ceiling of Virgil's livingroom-esque area. Wait, is there a blanket on his legs? Cool! It looks like it's fuckin crochet! Crochet takes so much time and effort to make so whomever made this blanket fucking rules! And yes, Logan, He used the word whom. He learned from your drunken lecture you gave the party last night. Thanks for being the stereotypical elven wizard.

"Oh hey, good morning."

Virgil was pretty much inside the fridge, holding a bottle of something Remus couldn't indentify with a lazy smile on his face. It can't be wine. Virgil is avidly against alcohol entering his system. And that's perfectly okay and valid! Remus respects his decisions and preferences and stuff. He's a good boyfriend. Remus rubbed the crust from his eyes with a big ol' yawn.

"Mornin' Virgie. What's going on this morning?"

"Just grabbing something to drink and about to make me a bowl of Fruit Loops. Patton finished off the OJ last night and forgot to throw away the bottle so I'm going through and cleaning the fridge now."

"Oh sweet. We can go on a drive to get some OJ later. Can I have some fruity loops too?"

"If you get off my couch, sure."

Virgil snickered as remus liked off the couch, faceplanting into the carpet. Remus bounced up with enough energy to convince a sane person that he didn't just wake up literally two minutes ago. He threw open the fridge once again as Virgil threw the empty bottle in the recycling bin. Together, the two got out the bowls, spoons, milk, and the box of Fruit Loops. If anyone out there doesn't know what the fuck Fruit Loops are, Then you're missing out on the beast breakfast cereal ever next to Frosted Mini Wheats. Like, Fruit Loops are S tier But Frosted Mini Wheats are SSS tier.

Bada Bing Bada Boom ya got yourself a normal breakfast. Wait. Remus is eating a normal breakfast? He isn't just eating some cold leftover spaghetti? Is the author just trying to make this fanfic deep despite the entire thing being made up on the spot? Yes. Yes to every single one of those questions. Remus is eating a normal breakfast with Virgil. The key at the end is Virgil. Virgil makes Remus feel normal. That's why he's eating the cereal with him. Because no matter what they eat in the morning, it will always be normal for them.

So go out there and eat some cereal. Or cold spaghetti. Regardless of your breakfast choices, you're normal. :)

675 Words

The End

~Rem. Sweetgum