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I sat drawing on a bench near the school waiting for it to start when I heard someone yelling.

"Virgil!" Looking up I didn't see anyone so I looked back down at my sketch book "Virgil Storm!" The voice said again. Looking around I finally saw who it was, my mouth fell open.

"Remy?" I said, standing up I quickly made my way over to my dark haired, leather jacket wearing, coffee loving friend.

"Who else did you expect? I'm the only sexy one here" Remy lowered his sunglasses and smirked at me.

"Wha.. What are you doing here?" I stuttered out.

"My dad's on a business trip or whatever and he brought me along." Remy explained "he's in meetings now so I'm off to get Starbucks and wander."

"Trying to pick up hot dudes?" I asked laughing.

"Oh you know it." Remy chuckled "and it looks like I found one." He lowered his sunglasses and gave me a wink. I laughed akwardly and ducked my head. My face growing warm.

"So what are you doing here?" Remy asked me.

"Oh um... " I rubbed the back of my neck "foster care and all that..."

Remy noded "got ya." Bending down I scooped up my sketchbook and slipped it back into my bag. Suddenly an idea popped into my head.

"Hey Rem?"

"Yes Virge?"

"Are you doing anything today?" I asked.

"No."

"Great." I grinned, ignoring the sound of the bell ringing "let's catch up on old times."

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I walked into the office of Virgil's English teacher, Mrs Rollins and she stood up and held out a hand as I entered the room. "Hello, Mr Sanders."

I took her hand and shook it "Mrs Rollins, you're Patton and Virgil's teacher. You can call me Thomas."

"Alright then, Thomas, please take a seat." After we sat down she said "Now I'm sure you're wondering why I called you here."

"Yeah I was."

"Well, I called you here to talk to you about Virgil's grades." She said "you see.... He's failing English."

"What do you mean? In what areas?" I asked.

"Virgil doesn't turn in his homework" she explained "and when he does it is always incomplete." She then handed me a folder which was full of Virgil's homework assignments and I looked over them. Shocked to see that she was right. "I talked with some of the other teachers and outside of his art course he's been giving the same performance in every class."

"I don't understand..." I said, confused "I check up on him when he gets home and he's usually working on homework."

"Well, perhaps he's only working on art. After all that is the only class Virgil's doing well in." Mrs Rollins explained.

"Do you know why he's acting like this?" I asked.

"Well" she said slowly "I do have one theory."

"Which is?"

"Virgil is a foster child, correct?"

"Yes," I said, surprised by the question "why do you ask?"

"Well, from my experience kids like Virgil have trouble focusing in school until they feel like their current home situation is more perdament." Mrs Rollins said "how is Virgil doing?"

"Well," I paused "he's had a few bumps here and there but that's to be expected. To be honest he's been pretty closed off since he's arrived."

"Sometimes children in the system will hide their true selves in order to keep themselves from being hurt."

"Well maybe instead of talking about Virgil we can talk with him?" I suggested.

"Good idea," Mrs Rollins said "I'll have the office call him down."

Mrs Rollins left and while I waited I couldn't help but think about what she had said. Was Virgil really afraid of getting hurt? I didn't want to hurt him.... But I had no idea what the future held.

"Right," I looked up as Mrs Rollins came back in, looking worried, "so Virgil didn't show up for class."

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I looked over at Virgil as we walked along, he hasn't changed since I've last seen him. He wasn't as thin as he used to be (but not by much) and it looked like he had gotten some new clothes recently. Other than that he was still the same awkward and scared kid I met back in grade school.

The two of us passed a thrift store and I gasped dramatically and grabbed Virgil's arm, "Vrige, look" I said pointing at the store.

"A thrift store?" Virgil questioned and I gasped again.

"Gurl, please tell me that a year of being separated from me hasn't made you forget of what we do in places like this." I said dragging him through the door of the store.

A slow smile spread across my emo friend's lips "you mean trying on crazy outfits?"

I grinded "and not buying any of them" I added. The woman at the counter gave a look.

"But today might be the day...." Virgil told her. She raised an eyebrow before going back to her phone. And the two of us started looking through the clothes

"I really missed you." Virgil said.

"Then, where did you go?" I asked "like, gurl, you went all ghost on me."

"I'm sorry, Rem" Virgil said "when I got put into the system I just wanted to disappear for a while." He looked down and began to sort through the rakes quietly.

I placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled softly "hey, Virge, its okay. I understand." I then smirked and walked over and picked up a flower print vest "what I don't understand is how this was ever a thing." He laughed and I grabbed a few hangers "let's try on some cray cray outfits."

Virgil grabbed a bunch of hangers as well "and never buy any of them."

The two of us hurried off to the dressing room. It was good to see Virgil again. 

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A/N: Hey guys, sorry this is so late! I recently got a new job so that has been taking up a lot of my time. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, please let me know what you thought of Remy and his character. 

Also, how was Pride Month for all of you? I didn't do anything cause of the pandemic but if any of you did please tell! I would love to hear. 

Also, the title came from the song 'You Will Be Found' from the musical Dear Evan Hansen.

Please stay safe everyone. 

Take it easy Guys, Gals, and Non-Binary Pals. PEACE OUT!

-Isabel