Setting: human au, Patton and Virgil are roommates, inspired by the way I loved you by Taylor Swift
Ship: Starting analogical, endgame prinxiety and logicality
Description: Logan’s nice. Virgil knows this. But there is still nothing there. Maybe he shouldn’t try and move on when he still loves someone who he lost because of a mistake.
Tw: It’s slightly angsty but it’s mostly fluff, okie?, kissing
Virgil opened the door and trudged into his apartment, dropping his bag on the floor. hearing the noise, Patton looked up from the couch.
“Hey, kiddo!” he exclaimed, getting up to hug the purple haired boy. “How was your date?”
Biting his lip, Virgil shrugged and flopped onto the couch. “It was… fine, I guess.”
“Is everything okay?”
–He is sensible and so incredible
And all my single friends are jealous–
“Look, Logan is sensible and nice and says everything I need to hear but…” Virgil paused.
“He’s not Roman.”
Looking down, Virgil couldn’t help but feel guilty. It was stupid to still like Roman. But he missed the passion and emotion he felt whenever he was with him.
“I just… I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. And when it’s 2 AM and I’m cursing his name.”
Patton reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Vee.”
“But it’s not!”
–He’s close with my mother
talks business with my father–
Virgil could still remember when he introduced his parents to Logan. They seemed so happy. But Virgil knew that it wasn’t good to fake a smile when they told Virgil, he should keep him.
Patton’s arms around him, Virgil couldn’t help but feel the tears slipping from his eyes. Cold tears left tracks of black across his face.
“I still love him, pop star,” Virgil sobbed. “What do I do?”
Patton pulled back and wiped the tears from underneath the emo’s eyes, getting eyeshadow smudged across his fingers.
“You need to tell both of them your true feelings, kiddo,” Patton whispered, comfortingly. “And I know that that might be hard, but your old pa is going to be there the whole time.” Virgil snickered. “And I’m pretty sure things will turn out just fine, okay?”
–My heart’s not breaking
cause I’m not feeling anything at all–
“Logan!” Virgil called, voice shaking. “Can I talk to you?”
“Of course, Virgil. What do you wish to talk about?”
Closing his eyes, Virgil took a deep breath.
“Virgil? Is something-”
“I don’t think this is working!”
Hesitantly, he opened his eyes. There was a look of… relief on Logan’s face?
“Oh thank goodness,” Logan sighed. “Not that I find you uninteresting, but it was feeling that we were more like friends.”
Virgil smiled. “I agree.”
“And anyway, I may have caught feelings for… someone else.”
Virgil followed Logan’s gaze to his roommate who was sat on a nearby bench, trying to watch the conversation without looking suspicious. He was failing quite badly.
Virgil patted Logan on the arm. “Take your time with him okay?”
Logan’s cheeks reddened. “I-”
“Look I don’t care what you do, just take your time. And, as for me, I have to get somewhere.”
And he took off, running towards his car.
–And you were wild and crazy
just so frustrating
Virgil pulled up outside the flat he knew so well. The rain had begun to pour, but he couldn’t care less as he ran towards the door. He sped up the stairs, knowing exactly where he was going. Stopping outside room 321, he panted before knocking. There was shuffling before the door opened.
Roman stood in front of him, dressed in messy pyjamas but still looking as gorgeous as ever. There was a sadness in his eyes that Virgil barely saw.
“Can I come in? Please?”
“Uh, yeah sure.”
Virgil shuffled inside, looking around. The place hadn’t changed much since the last time he’d been there.
“Virgil, you’re… soaked. And why are you here?”
“Cause I wanted to see you, princey.”
A soft smile returned to Roman’s face. “We still doing nicknames huh, hot topic?”
Virgil bit back his usual response to the nickname and took a deep breath.
“I have to tell you something.”
The smile disappeared. “Right, uh… go ahead.”
Feeling anxiety rising in his chest, Virgil began to fiddle with the fraying edges of his hoodie. Roman nearly reach out, but held himself back.
“Whatever you need to say, you can say it. I promise it won’t-”
“I love you!”
Roman stopped. His mouth stayed open and his eyebrows furrowed.
“I love you,” Virgil muttered. “Okay?”
“But you said-”
“That was a mistake!” Virgil said, looking into Roman’s eyes. “I was panicking, you know how I usually do and I thought you were breaking up with me so i said it, and I regretted it immediately!”
Roman smiled. It was the sweet smile he had when he was happy.
“So,” Virgil whispered, “will you take me back?”
Roman surged forward, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s waist and pressing his lips to his. Virgil smiled into the kiss. There was the passion he loved with all of his heart.
“Yes,” Roman whispered when they pulled apart.
–That’s the way I love you–