You're Not Allowed To Fall in Love With Me (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1

Roman sighed, casting his eye over the people crowding the coffee shop. This was his favourite place to go. The guy behind the counter was always nice... when he wasn't talking to his boyfriend over the phone, that is. He had an odd name, though. Remy. It was weird. Not that Roman could talk, really. Roman sighed again as his brother laughed at something his boyfriend had said. Remus and Janus. They had gotten together beginning of Year 8 and were still going strong two years later. Roman groaned and ran a hand through his hair.

"Look, can you guys not be so lovey-dovey all the time?" He asked desperately. Remus rolled his eyes.

"You're just jealous because I got a boyfriend before you."

"Am not!" Roman protested dramatically. He did everything dramatically.

Roman considered himself pretty smart. Not a nerd or anything, he just knows everything he needs to know to get by. But something that confused him no matter which way he looked at it was how his brother, Remus Winston, had gotten a boyfriend before him. Remus was unfiltered, dirty-minded and said the wrong things at the wrong time. Sometimes it was funny but most of the time it was just annoying. How this excuse for a human got a boyfriend before Roman was a mystery. To be fair, his boyfriend wasn't exactly perfect either.

Janus Dagger was quiet, quite smart and he never really said much. He didn't have a discernible crowd, he just hung out with a few different people. He had this huge mass of scars covering the left side of his face from a fire, he said. If there was one thing Janus hated talking about, it was his scar. Mostly, Janus carried around a tattered horror book. He said he connected with the characters is most horror books.

Remus laughed again, drawing Roman out of his thoughts.

"You are so!" Remus said, laughing. Janus patted Remus absently on the shoulder.

"Inside voice, Rem." Janus muttered, not looking up from his book. Remus huffed and crossed his arms but didn't say anything.

"Wanna bet?" Roman asked, taking a sip of his Starbucks. Remus' eyes lit up with a green, mischievous spark.

"Why don't we bet?" Remus asked. His dull green eyes flicked around the Starbucks, eventually landing on the door. A small smirk found its way onto his face and he giggled slightly. "I bet that you can't get the next boy who walks through those doors to fall in love with you."

Roman laughed. "Easy. How much?"

Remus shrugged and elbowed Janus who looked up. "What?"

"How much money would you say a bet for Roman would be?" Janus shrugged and looked back down at his book without an answer. "Jan." Remus whined. Janus sighed.

"20 quid?" He guessed. Remus nodded, grinning.

"There you go, Roman. I bet you 20 quid that you can't get the next boy who walks through those doors to fall in love with you."

Roman grinned. This would be so easy. "Deal." He and his brother shook hands. Remus trained his eyes on the door and Roman checked his phone, knowing that Remus would alert him when the target of the bet walked in.

"Found him." Remus said after a while and Roman looked up.

"Who?" He asked. Remus pointed to the counter where a boy in an over-sized black hoodie was leaning on the counter, talking to the barista in sunglasses.

"Virgil Summers." Remus said triumphantly. Roman felt something like a stone slip down his throat into his stomach.

Virgil was quite good-looking.... for an emo, anyway. He had inky black hair, short at the back but with a ridiculously long fringe covering his eyes which were such a pale grey that they looked almost devoid of colour. His skin was a pale tan colour, made to look even lighter by the dark purple nail-polish that had chipped off of some of his finger-nails and the black eyeshadow smudged under his eyes. You couldn't really see much of what he looked like because he wore over-sized black hoodies and black jeans. The few times he had a T-shirt on rather than a hoodie, you could see that he was very thin. Not in a malnourished or unhealthy way, just very slim.

Virgil didn't talk to anyone. He was often seen at break-time just sitting on a bench, writing in a black notebook. Many people had tried to bully him but they never got a reaction so they eventually stopped. No one really knew that much about Virgil. He kept himself to himself but one of Roman's... he wouldn't call him a friend.... acquaintances said that he had seen Virgil having a panic attack. He had been hyperventilating and pulling at his hair. Soon though, Virgil had calmed himself down and glared at the Roman's acquaintance. So, the only things people knew about Virgil was that he had anxiety, was the king of sarcasm and was the poster boy for the stereotype 'emo'.

Roman looked at Virgil with wide eyes and then back at his grinning brother. "No." He said simply. "That's impossible."

"Aw, forfeiting already?" Remus goaded. Roman sighed.

"No." He said pointedly, crossing his arms. Janus looked up from his book and smirked slightly.

"Good luck, Roman. You'll need it." He said, laughing slightly.

"Thanks Snake-Face." Roman grumbled. Janus glared at Roman before turning a page in his book.

"You know, Virgil had a crush on you a few years back." Janus said absently.

"Wait, what?!"

"You heard me, I know you did Roman."

"How did you know that?" Roman asked, still shocked that Virgil actually had feelings.

"He told me." Janus said simply. Roman insisted on more details. Janus sighed and closed his book. "We were friends in Year 7. We drifted apart when I met Remus. I don't really like to talk about it."

Roman nodded, taking in the information he had just been told. He tilted his head slightly, studying the short emo who was smiling slightly at something the barista had said. Knowing that this mysterious boy had used to have a crush on Roman made this task seem less impossible. Yeah, this wouldn't be too difficult.