This was the funniest threat I have ever read

I genuinely want to die and I honestly don't know how much longer I can keep going

TRIGGER WARNINGS : talks about what happened to roman, slightly angst, epilepsy mention

Roman POV
It's been almost a week now since the accident. I've yet to go a single day without getting a horrible migraine at the end of the day.

There's a lot of rules I have to follow now to help my concussion. I have to mostly stay in the dark, the terrible horrible scary darkness. Thankfully I have Virgil to hold onto when it have to be in the dark.

Another annoying thing is that I can't look a digital screens. So know phones. No tv. It really fucking sucks.

Luckily today has been one week since the accident.  I technically shouldn't be on my phone, but at least I don't have to sit in the dark for hours on end now.

Thought I do have to be on a strict diet now since mom and dad found out I haven't been eating.  Virgil's also almost always eating meals with me to make sure I eat. 

But I also wasn't able to perform the musical next day for the second show. The director even had to cancel the show. The stage was damaged from the light and the catwalk was all messed up.

Issac being the idiot he is, obviously didn't know how to free a light. He cut many wires, ropes and even managed to dismantle a few chains. I'm more surprised he didn't start a fire.

The only good thing that has happened recently was getting to watch Issac go to jail. He got charged with attempted homicide and illegal drug dealing and possession.

A lot of happiness filled me when I watched him get dragged kicking and screaming away after the sentence was read.

I'm not sure how Remus is reacting to it.  Everyone went to the trial.  Remus and his boyfriends sat towards the back. 

Quinn was obviously terrified to be back in a court house, he looked ready to have an episode at any second. But I've noticed he's very devoted to the people he cares about. 

Back to the present, prom is now officially in one week.  I have seven days.  That means I need to ask Virgil as soon as possible and help him buy a suit.  Or a dress.  He can wear what he wants to prom. 

Virgil is currently hanging out with Quinn, Evan, Emile and Patton last time I checked.  The pastel beans decided to take the emo beans on a day trip to the art museum and then out for dinner.

He'll be back pretty soon.  Which meant I'm frantically putting my idea together.  It's sunset as of right now.  I'm on the back deck, trying to light candles despite the wind.

I sat the poster and the roses on the ground a few feet from the door.  After much debate, I eventually decided on a mix of purple and red roses. I finally got the candles to light and I spread some rose petals along the deck. 

Hopefully Virgil likes this.  And says yes.  I'm practically bouncing on my feet with excitement.  I can't find any reason as to why Virgil would say no.

My phone dinged with a text.  I jumped a bit, my nerves getting the best of me. 

🖤Virgil💜 - im here where are you

Me - I'm outside on the deck my lovely emo nightmare

I look around quickly, making sure everything as in place.  Last minute I picked up the roses and held them in front of me.  I fixed my hair a bit.  My heart was pounding.

Virgil appeared through the glass.  I could faintly see him.  He was laughing his ass off.  Slowly he opened the door and stepped outside.

"Oh my god!"  He yelled, smiling and laughing, he pointed to the sign.  "That's how you asked me to prom!?"  He burst into laughter again. 

"Is it okay?"  I asked awkwardly, my confidence slipping away. 

"Roman this is hilarious and amazing,"  Virgil complimented.  "Of course I'll go to prom with you."

Virgil walked over to me and pulled me down for a kiss.  I smiled into the kiss and looped my arms around him.

When we pulled apart, Virgil took the roses from me and smiled brightly.  But then he looked back to the poster and burst back into laughter.

~•~

Emile POV
I wonder when Remy will ask to me prom.  Maybe I'll have to ask him.  I don't want to be the one that asks though. 

Maybe I'm just getting my hopes up.  I know Remy isn't that romantic.  But it's Monday morning and prom is Saturday night.  Remy didn't say anything about prom this morning or the entire car ride to school. 

Remy hasn't expressed too much interest in prom which did surprise me a bit.  On Saturday, Patton, Evan, Quinn, Virgil, and I went out shopping. 

We told all our boyfriends we were going to the art museum but instead we went shopping for prom things.  Virgil didn't buy anything because he didn't have money for a suit yet.

Patton, Evan and I all decided to wear dresses.  We aren't even sure if Evan's coming to our prom but he wanted to a buy a dress no matter what. 

Evan didn't seem to excited about the idea of prom, almost seeming hateful towards it.  But that's probably just what happens when you go to a homophobic school with strict gender guidelines but you're a gay boy that likes to wear skirts and dresses. 

Quinn wasn't sure if he wanted to wear a dress or not.  He seemed interested in a dress but bought a suit instead. 

I sighed and worked on unlocking my locker.  As chaotic as prom gets, I still need to focus on school work.  I opened my locker.

I did a double take when I saw what was inside my locker.  There was a red poster that said 'Prom?' in bright pink letters.  Little black hearts all over the poster. 

Suddenly two arms wrapped around my waist and the smell of coffee and Remy's cologne washed over me. 

Remy rested his chin on top of my head and held a bouquet of red roses out in front of me.  I giggled a bit, pure happiness filling me. 

I turned around to see Remy's handsome face.  His sunglasses were pushed on top of his head.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. 

"I tried not to be a cliche basic bitch but I wasn't sure how else to ask,"  Remy laughed, his face flushing with embarrassment. 

"I think it's incredibly sweet,"  I told him.  Remy smiled and kisses my nose. 

"Well,"  He asked.  "Will you go to prom with me?"

"Yes, definitely, absolutely,"  I answered with a smile. 

"Oh thank god,"  Remy laughed, letting out a relived breath.  "I was terrified today ask."

"You really think I would've said no to you?"  I asked with a giggle.

Rent just shrugged with a little laugh.  I took the roses from his hand and smelled them.  I could already picture how amazing prom will be.

~•~

Patton POV
I hummed Fire the Flood by Vane Joy softly to myself. I grabbed my English book out of my locker and searched for a pencil.

Ever since what happened to Logan and the whole reformatory ordeal, he's been distant. It hasn't put much of a strain on our relationship. If anything, it's made me more cuddly towards me. He likes to just hold me now. If he's working, he likes to have me sit in his lap and let him hold me. Which I absolutely love.

But this did make me worried about prom. I'm really hoping Logan will ask me to go with him. And besides, I've already picked out a beautiful dress.

Logan just isn't the type of person to go to school dances. Especially romantic ones like prom. But one can hope.

I shut my locker and turned to see Logan walking towards me with a determined face. He seemed to be talking to himself.

Trying to bring back some normalcy, I hugged Logan tightly around the midsection when he walked up to me. I miss the days where we would always meet up before school and I'd give Logan a hug. It was fun watching him slowly become accustomed to my hugs and start to hug me back.

"Good morning Patton," Logan said.

"And a good morning to you too Logic," I told him with a big smile.

"Patton," He started. "I would enjoy it greatly if you were to accompany me to prom this Saturday night."

A bolt of pure happiness shoot through my heart. I smiled brightly and I'm sure I'm blushing a bit. I started nodding my head frantically 'yes'.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I squealed, hugging Logan again. "I'm so excited!"

"As am I," Logan said with a smile. He seemed to be proud of himself and pleased with the outcome of this situation. Goodness, Logan's vocabulary is really started to run off on me.

"I'm surprised it took this long," I teased.

"It took me a while to build up the courage to ask," He admitted softly.

"That's so cute," I laughed, bringing him down for a kiss.

"Not as cute as you," Logan counted with a smile.

"This is amazing," I said happily, having to refrain myself from hugging Logan again.

"Indeed it is," Logan agreed with a soft smile full of happiness.

~•~

Damien POV
You just have to ask them you fucking idiot!

I've spent the past hour pacing around my bedroom trying to convince myself to ask Quinn, Evan and Remus to prom with me. All my confidence has left me in the moment.

Roman told me how to ask, but I can't force myself to walk down there and ask. It might be because everyone came over to my house tonight and not just my boyfriends.

Something about celebrating Issac behind bars. Remus wanted to get drunk to celebrate so I had to be careful and hide all the alcohol. His reasoning is that he's been sober for 'like forever' so he should be allowed to drink tonight.

I grabbed the three roses off of my nightstand. A white one tinged with pink for Evan. A pure black rose for Remus. And a silver shadow rose for Quinn.

After much more deliberation, I forced myself to leave my room and walk downstairs. I paused again at the entrance into the living room.

Everyone was sitting sitting and eating cake. Virgil and Roman were cuddling now that Roman's finally seemed to have healed from his concussion. Remy and Emile were sitting on an armchair together.

Patton and Logan were sitting in the middle of the couch. My three amazing boyfriends were at the end of the couch closer to me.

I walked over to them, grabbing everyone's attention. I held the three roses out to them and smiled.

"Prom?" I asked in a calm voice to mask my pounding heart.

"Oh fuck yes!" Remus yelled, jumping up from the couch. "I hope you understand I'm wearing the sluttiest dress I can find."

"I wouldn't expect any less from you," I laughed but in a loving way. "Quinn?"

"Yes, obviously, yes," Quinn said with a smile. "I just expected to be asked."

"Well, we're going," I told him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Evan?" I turned to my last boyfriend a little surprised to see him upset.

"No," Evan answered bluntly.

A painful shot of panic and hurt shot through my gut. I heard a few people even gasp. Confusion and sadness filled me.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"I can't go to dances like that," Evan explained, tears in his eyes. "The lights set off my epilepsy. The darkness and the flashing lights will give me a very bad seizure."

"Shit," I said angrily. "Why didn't I realize that?"

"It's okay," Evan tried to amend. "I don't mind. You three can go."

"Absolutely not!" Remus yelled. "You're not staying home alone while we all go have the time of our lives!"

"How am I supposed to go?" Evan asked. "I went to homecoming my freshman year and ended up having a seizure bad enough that I was in the hospital for days."

"We'll figure something out," I promised, taking his hands in mind. "We'll find a way."