Sanders Sides Oneshots [REQUESTS OPEN]

Teen Idle [Songfic]

~Vague hints of Prinxiety, Logicality, and Demus~

 I wanna be a bottle blonde, I don't know why but I feel conned, I wanna be an idle teen, I wish I hadn't been so clean

Roman smiled to himself in the cracked mirror, cold tears slipping down his cheeks and hitting the floor with an inaudible 'ping'. He ran his hand through his newly blonde hair, keeping that same plastic smile on his face, all the while the only thought in his head was 'I wanna be an idle teen'. He stepped out of the bathroom, basking in the praise coming from his parents and girlfriend, only able to smile because they had not grown suspicious, they had not seen the barely visible tear-tracks left on his face. He looked forward to the next day, where he would get to see a familiar purple-haired, brown-eyed emo. For now, though, he had to put up this facade of a straight, perfect grade, football jock.

I wanna stay inside all day, I want the world to go away, I want blood, guts, and chocolate cake, I wanna be a real fake

Patton's bright and cheerful smile didn't falter, even though he'd been fighting off a panic attack for the last ten minutes, didn't falter although he could slowly feel the weight of his true feelings beginning to suffocate him. He didn't flinch as his father wrapped an arm around him, as though he was only a prize to be shown off to his business partners. Patton was walked around the party, ignoring the blackness that was creeping in his vision as all the bodies crushed close to him. He quickly excused himself to the bathroom, and to his surprise, his father waved him off. Patton made his way to the bathroom, coming upon a saddening sight. He walked over to the male hunched on the ground, offering a hand and a warm smile to him. He was kind of surprised when the boy took it, and Patton was almost disappointed in himself when he let go of that warm, rough hand.

"You shouldn't do that, you know. It's not safe..." Patton heard these words come from his own mouth, but he had no recollection of allowing them to. The stranger stiffened, his body going rigid as a taut hand made its way up to run through black hair.

Yeah, I wish I'd been, I wish I'd been, a teen, teen idle, wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title, instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible, feeling super, super, super suicidal

Virgil watched, wrapping his arms around himself, as one of the multiple bibles in his house burned. He stared into those fascinating flames, the cuts on his wrists stinging slightly as they brushed up against the fabric of his sleeves. He knew very well that his mother would be home soon, that she'd likely beat him for burning it, yet he just couldn't bring himself to care. At this point, what would be a little more pain? He climbed in bed, his dreams filled with a prince-like, burgundy-eyed boy he'd see at school tomorrow. His dreams turned dark soon enough, visions of Roman being choked by Virgil's own hands, a swinging rope being all that was left of himself causing the pale boy to thrash around on his bed.

I wanna be a virgin pure, a twenty-first-century whore, I want back my virginity, so I can feel infinity

Remus felt tears slip down his face as he looked down at himself, in a stranger's bed, with a raging headache. He stared with unseeing eyes, his face blank as his mind. He felt... Empty. He got up out of the bed without glancing at the unknown guy next to him, slipping his pants on. Remus walked out onto a porch, lighting a cigarette, watching the stars twinkle at him in hello. He directed his attention back towards the gravel driveway, unsurprised yet a bit happy to see a familiar black car pull into it. A disfigured boy got out of it, a pale scar marring the right side of his otherwise beautiful face. Remus felt tears gather in his eyes and he let the cigarette fall to the ground as he fell into his best friend.

I wanna drink until I ache, I wanna make a big mistake, I want blood, guts, and angel cake, I'm gonna puke it anyway

Logan looked at his shaking hands as they reached for yet another slice of pizza. He felt disgusted with himself but knew the feeling was there to stay, it had been for a while. He took another swig of beer, laughing at something one of his fake friends said next to him. Logan managed to stand up, his vision swimming as he made his way to the bathroom. Once there, he practically collapsed, retching into the toilet. He finished puking up the contents of his stomach, unprepared to see a guy dressed in a power-blue suit staring at him in horrification from the doorway of the bathroom. Logan wiped his mouth self-consciously, studying the boy as he did so, sober enough now. He accepted it when the boy offered him a hand, unsure as to how to start the conversation.

"You shouldn't do that, you know. It isn't safe..." The sandy-haired, blue-eyed male said, his clear, almost too-pretty eyes filling with what seemed like real concern. Logan ran a hand through his hair, a blank look settling on his face.

The wasted years, the wasted youth, the pretty lies, the ugly truth, and the day has come where I have died, only to find, I've come alive

Janus left the house party he'd formerly been reveling in, lies and excuses slipping off his tongue as easy as water. He'd lost track of how many stories he'd told to random people who asked about his scar, his attire, his car, even. He walked to his car, breathing in the crisp, cool night air. Janus started up his car, pulling out of the driveway and heading down familiar streets until he got to the house his best friend was at. He pulled into the driveway, put his car in park, and got out of it, approaching a half-naked Remus. Remus, the boy he'd only lied to once, the boy he had been in love with since they had met. Remus leaned forward slightly, his cigarette falling to the ground, as Janus caught him gently and held him close. He ran a hand through Remus's dyed grey-to-black hair, any words he might've said caught in his throat. He wasn't drunk, no he'd lied about that too when asked at the party.