~A week later~

Virgil was walking with Roman hand-in-hand.

"Y'know, it's almost the end of the first year of college... do you have a place to live?" Roman asked.

"I doubt my dad would let me stay in the same house as him... I have nowhere to live then." Virgil muttered. Roman smiled a bit.

"You can live with me and my parents. As well as Remy."

"That would mean I would have to meet your parents..." Virgil said.

"So?"

"I don't know. I doubt they would like me."

"Virgil, I guarantee that they will love you. They are very nice people." Roman said. Virgil looked unsure. "Just think about it, alright?"

"Alright," Virgil said.

"Good, let's get to the dorm. The faster we get there, the more time we can cuddle." Roman smirked. Virgil looked up at him and smiled.

"Then let's hurry."

~~~~~

They almost got to the dorm, but then Circe ran into them. She glared at them.

"Watch where you're going, f***ots." She said. Virgil just looked down. Roman went in front of him.

"And you watch where you're going, Little Miss B**ch," Roman said and took Virgil by the hand. They walked away from Circe. Virgil clung to Roman's arm. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, thanks..." Virgil muttered. Roman fiddled with the keys of the dorm. He unlocked the door and let Virgil go in first.

They saw Patton sleeping on Logan's shoulder and Logan typing on his laptop. He tweaked his glasses and looked up.

"Salutations. Did you hear the news about the dance at the end of the year?" Logan asked.

"Yeah, apparently it's going to be Galaxy themed. You excited, Lo?" Roman crossed his arms.

"Of course. Everyone knows how much I love the stars, but not as much as I love Patton."

"Aw... you're so sweet." Patton opened his eyes.

"H-how long have you been pretending to be asleep?" Logan asked.

"Only for a few minutes." Patton smiled and kissed Logan's cheek. "I love you too."

Logan blushed and closed his laptop. Then he sighed. "What color are you going to wear at the dance, Patton?"

"Light blue, why?" Patton asked. "It's also going to be a dress."

"Just wondering. I was going to wear blue as well."

Virgil and Roman walked into Virgil and Emile's room. Roman sat down in the beanbag chair and Virgil plopped down on his lap.

"What color are you gonna wear, mi amore?" Roman asked Virgil.

"Hm... purple," Virgil said and nuzzled into Roman's chest.

"Figures. Your favorite color is purple. I was going to wear red."

"I went shopping with my mom and found a perfect dress for the dance. But I'm not going to show you it until the dance comes around."

"Alright, fair enough."

"I bet Emile is going to wear Bisexual Pastel colors and Remy will wear black," Virgil said.

"Truly a tragedy on both ends of the color spectrum." Roman chuckled.

"Shut up, Sir sing-a-lot."

"Never, my chemically imbalanced romance."