TRIGGER WARNINGS : kinda alludes to cutting

Virgil POV
I awoke to the loud annoying sound of Roman's alarm.  I groaned, covering my head with his pillow.  But the loud annoying buzz continued to assault my ears way too early in the morning.

"Morning to you too storm cloud,"  Roman teased, letting out a yawn.

"Turn that thing off,"  I said lowly, closing my eyes tightly.  "I refuse to go to school."

"You have to go to school,"  Roman told me, getting out of the bed. 

"It's Monday," 

"All the more reason to,"  He laughed. 

"I'd throw this pillow at you but it's too cold,"  I said, trying to fall back asleep. 

"Well that's my pillow,"  Roman teased, pulling it off my head.  "So get up."

"Nope," 

"Virgil,"

"You will have to drag me out of this bed yourself if you want me to go back to that hellhole,"  I told Roman, making him burst into laughter. 

"Well I'm not opposed to that,"  Roman said, throwing the blankets off me, sweeping me up into his arms.

I shuddered at the cold, trying to struggle out of Roman's arms.  He just laughed at me before setting me back on the bed. 

"It's too early for this shit,"  I grumbled.  "Why the hell is your alarm set for 6 am?  School doesn't start till eight and we're like fifteen minutes from school."

"It takes time to look as beautiful as me,"  Roman said, flashing a smile at me.  I blushed a bit but otherwise didn't react.

I just curled back up in Roman's spot, burying my head in his pillow.  I watched through lidded eyes are Roman started his morning routine. 

He walked around his room, pulling clothes out or drawers and closets.  He went through a good five outfits before eventually deciding on one. 

Then he headed to the bathroom.  Without him in the room, I closed my eyes.  I was just starting to drift off when Roman came back into the room.

I glanced at the clock to see it was almost seven.  How long did I fall asleep?  How long was Roman in the bathroom?

He looked nice.  Blue jeans, a scarlet red shirt, his letterman jacket.  His hair was combed neatly.  Every part of his look meticulously put together.

"You have to get up,"  Roman told me.  "We're leaving in a half hour and we still have to get breakfast."

"I never eat breakfast,"  I told him. 

"Anything at all?"  Roman asked, worry written on his face.  I avoided that question.

"Coffee would be nice,"  I mumbled.  Roman smiled and moved to the door.

"I'll be right back then,"  He told me before disappearing out of the room. 

I got up slowly, each movement agonizing because of the cold. I swung my feet over the bed, landing them in the soft carpet.

I snuck back into my house to grab most of my clothes and belongings I didn't want to part with yesterday. Basically Roman's parents won't let me go back to my house to actually live there. Luna is here too, my cat getting along surprisingly well with Roman's dog Zeus.

I stumbled over to the bag, plopping down on the floor to dig through it. I grabbed a Twenty Øne Piløts shirt, black skinny jeans, a dark purple and black flannel, a black My Chemical Romance beanie, my scuffed up combat boots, and a black and grey zipper hoodie. I slipped my black headphones that I painted little purple storm clouds on around my neck.

I grabbed my makeup bag and headed into Roman's bathroom. There was steam on the mirror from the shower he had taken. I rubbed it off with my hoodie sleeve, looking at my disgusting face in the mirror.

Why the hell does Roman like me? Why did he kiss me? Why did he ask me out? Is he lying? Is this all just a big joke he's playing on me with his jock friends?

My hands started shaking a bit. I wish I brought some of my antidepressants with me, but Roman wouldn't let me. He said I'm addicted to them and I need to stop taking them.

But without the pills, other urges resurfaced. Ones I haven't felt since I started taking the pills. They suppressed those feelings and urges. But now they're back and stronger then ever.

I shook my head, this isn't the time to think about that. I ran my hands a few times through my hair to pull out the bigger tangles. Then I pulled my beanie back on. I grabbed my eyeliner and applied it, then smudged it.

And done.

That only took me twenty minutes. Unlike Roman with his two hour long getting ready ritual of sorts.

I sat back down on Roman's bed, turning on my phone to scroll through Tumblr. It took forever for Roman to get back up here.

Snapping me out of my thoughts, Roman opened the door and slammed it back shut. I flinched, not liking how my anxiety spiked. Too many bad memories. He pushed a cup of coffee into my hands.

"What's wrong?" I could barely ask before someone started pounding on the door.

"C'mon Ro-Ro!" Screamed a strange voice from the other side. "Aren't you excited to see your favorite brother~?"

"Fuck off!" Roman screamed back, making me flinch again.

"Fucking may be my specialty but I'm afraid that's incest," The voice teased.

"Go the hell away Remus!" Roman yelled. There was silence on the other side. Roman let out a breath of relief.

"Sorry-"

The door slammed opened. I let out a small scream as the stranger barreled into the room. Roman all but burst into angry flames.

"Did you really think a locked door can keep this bitch out?" The man asked, putting a hand to his chest in mock offense.

He had to be Roman's bother. They looked almost exactly the same, except this one had a creepy mustache. He had deep purple-black eyeshadow that honestly could just be two black eyes. He was wearing heeled black combat boots and black jean shorts with black fishnet stockings despite the cold. He had a neon green crop top with a big fluffy dark green and black coat. I could see tattoos of tentacles creeping up form underneath his shirt to his neck. He was wearing a chocker and had piercings in both ears. Necklaces with pentagrams, planchettes and just silver chains. His nails were painted rainbow.

This must be Remus.

"Now Roman," Remus laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "How dare you not be happy to see your big brother home."

"Sorry I don't want to see the dick that dropped out of college and ran off to New York City," Roman growled. Remus just laughed at his insult.

"Ooo~" Remus purred, just now noticing me. "And who are you?" He asked with a creepy smile perfectly impersonating the Cheshire Cat. He sat next to me, looking expectantly at me.

"Virgil," I mumbled, trying to move away from him. He responded by swinging a foot over my legs and wrapping one arm around his shoulders.

"Get off him," Roman said sternly, roughly pulling his brother off me. Remus fell to the floor, rolling onto his side as he laughed his guts out.

"Name's Remus pretty boy," He said. "Didn't take you to be into emos Ro-Ro."

"Stop calling me that," Roman told him. Hurt, anger, and sadness flashed through his eyes. But also a bit of obvious hope.

"Are you his boyfriend or his fuck toy?" Remus asked, with a weird laugh. "Does Roman top? I think he's a dom and you definitely don't look like a dom. I can fucking smell the sexy submissiveness on you."

I blushed bright red in embarrassment, Roman's face twisting red in anger. He roughly grabbed Remus by the shoulder and pulled him up.

"Shut the hell up Remus," Roman told him.

"Well obviously you two fucked since he stayed the night on a Sunday night," Remus snickered.

"My god Remus," Roman sighed. "Get out. Just get out."

"Make me bitch,"

Roman roughly grabbed Remus again and shoved him out of the room. He slammed the door shut and looked it again.

"Shit Virgil, I'm so sorry," Roman told me. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," I told him. "Who the hell is that?"

"Remus," Roman said with a sigh. "My older brother. It's a long story. Just ignore him and he'll leave you alone."

"What just happened?" I asked, still trying to process that someone as polite, gentlemen-y, and prince like is related to that...horny trash gremlin.

"The demon is back home," Roman said with an annoyed sigh.