Trip Down Memory Lane

Making Pancakes and Connections chapter 22

Roman's POV

Tw: vomit, mentions of eating disorder

     My alarm went off and I honestly can't even process whether I was asleep or not. I cried so much, so hard, that I lost all sense of my surroundings. I sat up and ran to the bathroom again to throw up. My throat was very scratchy and I had a huge head ache. I just wanted a hug. I wanted to be seen as someone with his own personality, not just creativity. 

     I have a feeling that more than one person needs that recognition. Patton is gone because we were blinded and let him slip through the cracks. I can not let that happen to anyone else. Logan is probably in his room, straightening things up and getting ready. While he is doing that, I should go down stairs and make something for us to eat for breakfast. 

     Plus, if I didn't, Logan would probably force me to eat. If I acted as if I already had my plate before the two got down here, then he wouldn't think as much about it. I hurried and put on a clean outfit. My baggy, white hoodie and my tight, black, stretch pants would do just fine for today. I forgot to brush my hair and teeth, that wasn't too important right now. 

     I bounded down the stairs, skipping a couple of steps each time I jumped. I made it down the stair to the kitchen and got to work. It was hot and I had to learn how to make pancakes, but if Patton was able to do it, so am I. I made a huge pitcher full of chocolate milk, just to lighten the mood, and I made sure that I set the table with everything in the right place to make the setting as ascetically pleasing as possible. 

     Plainly texting them may not work, so I might as well go up stairs and get them myself. I would start with Virgil since he would be the easiest to bring down. It is Logan that would be a challenge. Virgil could then help me get Logan down stairs. Thankfully, Virgil was better when I left the room yesterday. 

     I walked up and I knocked on the door. I heard some rustling before a groan. I opened the door slightly to see Virgil rustled up in his blankets. I know for a fact his alarm was about to go off. I closed the door and waited outside it for his alarm to go off. By the way things looked, it seemed he just went to bed not even 5 minutes ago.

     I heard his alarm go off, of course it was to the tune of "Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance. I heard him roll around and hit his alarm. I could tell he was adjusting himself to go back to sleep, so I knocked on the door.

     A huge groan came from the room. "Let yourself in, Im not getting up." I did as told and I have done so with out making to much noise, as not to make Virgil anxious. It was then that I realized that Virgil was glitching. When did he start? Why did he start?

     I walked to his bed and I looked over the dark, gloomy trait. He was lying on his back, and his eyes opened and he looked up towards me, making his eyes look so cute and innocent. "Princy, your eyes dont look okay, they are puffy and red." I wanted to reply with, "At least I am not fading from existence," but now would not be the right time.

     "That doesn't matter. I wanted to make sure you and Logan where still eating, so I made a delicious breakfast for you guys." Virgil sat up in his bed, grabbed his temple and rubbing it with his finger tips and dull nails.

     "Fine. I'll head down." I looked at him. He looked so adorable when he woke up with a migraine... I mean what? "There is a slight problem though." The emo rolled his shoulders back twice and then looked at me with a disappointed expression on his face. "What could it be? I thought you where Prince Roman, the problem solver?"

     "Problem solver? Yes, but this is not so much of a "me" problem as it is a "xdcfgyhujk" problem." Virgil gave me a "done with your shit" look and then sighed. "I have no idea what that means, but what do you need help with air head?"

     "Can you help me get Logan so I can invite him to breakfast too?" Virgil slouched, but then gave me a smile. "Sure thing. If he is asleep or relaxing, we leave him be, but if he is working we get him to come down so we force him to relax." I brightened at the idea. "That sounds amazing! We should probably hurry though, the food is getting cold." "Right, let's go."

     With that, Virgil was beginning to stand and I swept him off his feet. 

Literally.

     I picked him up and held him bridal style. The glitching seemed to worsen so I put him back down. "You could have, kept holding me if you wanted too. I didn't mind." I looked deep into his oil like eyes. "But you where glitching a lot and I didn't want to scare or hurt you, so I put you back down."

     Virgil gave me an unsettling, off put expression that only Virgil could capture with his facial muscles. "What do you mean glitching? It didn't look or feel as if I was glitching. I think you should get your eyes checked. Or here is a good idea, SLEEP!" I responded quietly and quickly, "Hypocrite say what." Although, I think Virgil is too smart for my tricks. "May you repeat your sayings, good sir?"
   
     We both burst out laughing. I was not expecting him to respond that way, and it seems Virgil didn;t know either. For a second, all the world was able to disappear. I didn't have any depression, fear, sorrow. The world, my world, was just Virgil. That is all I needed it too be too.