(LOATHING! UNADULTERATED LOATHING! I'm sorry, I love Wicked... art not by me! Obviously...)

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~1 week later~

~Roman's POV~

I lied on my bed, thinking about regular stuff. Virgil, theater, Disney, Virgil. Did I mention Virgil?

So maybe I had a tiny crush on him. It's not like he likes me the same way. He's straight! I think... I never asked for his sexuality. It's just wrong to fall for someone straight! Knowing it will end in heartbreak...

I climbed down from my bed and went out into the living room. I saw Logan reading like always, Patton was next to him trying to focus his eyes on his phone, but failing and just looking at Logan, Emile was in the kitchen chatting with Remy, while Remy was drinking coffee and listening. I didn't see Virgil, so maybe he was in his room.

"Hey, Roman!" Emile said. I walked up to him and Remy.

"Greetings, Emile and Remy! Have you seen Virgil?" I asked.

"He's in our room," Emile said.

"Thank y-" I got cut off by Emile.

"You hang out with him a lot. What's going on between you two?"

That question seemed to interest Patton and Logan, 'cause they stopped what they were doing and looked at Roman.

"Uh... we just. Hang out? That's what friends do! Hang. Out." I said.

Remy looked at me, closely. Oh no... this was going to end terribly... Remy gasped loudly.

"Wait! You don't like like Virgil, do you!?" Remy exclaimed. I put my hand up to his mouth to quiet him. I looked out for any noises coming from Virgil's room. I sighed in relief when I heard nothing. I put my hand down.

"I don't. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to do something. Alone." I huffed and went to my room, closing the door.

~Virgil's POV~

I heard a door slam, which startled me and made me squeak. I raised an eyebrow. I got from my chair and exited my room into the living area. Everyone just had shocked expressions on their faces.

"What happened?" I asked. They all turned towards me. They didn't say anything. "Well? What the hell happened!?"

They all flinched when I said that. Emile came up to me.

"It was just Roman," Emile said.

"Just Roman? What did you guys do? He just slammed the door closed!" I said.

"Well-" Emile was cut off by Remy.

"It was my fault in the first place." Remy sighed and looked at the ground.

"What did you do, Remy?" I asked.

"Well, Emile and I noticed that you guys had been hanging out a lot lately."

"Really? Just because of that? That's because he wants to 'protect' me, so he checks up on me every chance he gets." I explained.

"Protect you from what?" Remy asked.

"Hurting myself..." I muttered. I walked to Roman's door and knocked. I heard something on the other side, so I opened the door.

"Go away..." Roman said, lying on his bed with a pillow on his face.

"No chance, Princey," I said. I closed the door and climbed his bed. I lied down with him.

"Virgil?" Roman said and took the pillow off his face. I noticed his eyes were puffy and red.

"Were you crying, Princey?" I asked and gently wiped his cheek with my thumb.

"M-maybe..." He said. He flushed when I pressed my other hand to his cheek.

"What happened?" I asked. I tried to ignore the burning sensation on my cheeks and the fluttery feeling inside my stomach.

"I just can't handle everything at the moment. I have a theater play that I have to do. I have you I have to check on. I have to write a script. I j-just can't-"

I decided to do something I rarely do.

I hugged him.

I hugged Roman. He was hesitant for a second but returned it.

"I think it's time for me to help you with something," I whispered. Roman chuckled and held on to me as if I would disappear. He had his arms wrapped around my waist. I had my arms around his torso, slowly rubbing his back and reassuring him.

Roman's breath slowed and evened out. I realized he was asleep. His arms were still wrapped around me. I sighed, knowing I got myself into this. His arms were firmly placed around my waist. My hands moved to his chest. I'm pretty sure I was blushing redder than his jacket.

Speaking of his jacket, it actually smelled really nice. It smelled like Roman...

NO! No, no, no! Don't think like that! Why can't I think straight? Am I straight? How do I tell? What is this feeling? So sudden and new?

...Okay yeah, bad but also a good reference. But it definitely doesn't feel like loathing... it feels... nice. I sniffed Roman's jacket and nuzzled into it more.

Yeah, this is weird. I need to find a way out. I looked down at Roman's arms and slowly parted them and slunk down. I climbed off of Roman's bed. I walked out of the room and saw the others next to the door.

"Jeez! Don't give me a heart attack..." I said. "What?"

"Is he okay?" Remy asked.

"He's fine. I comforted him, he's asleep right now." I said.

"Good... why do you smell like him?" Remy suddenly asked.

"No reason..." I muttered and practically ran into my room. I climbed my bed and lied down. I curled up.

'Why do I feel this way? I can't possibly like Roman. Unless... no. I can't possibly be gay...'

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