A/N

So if you haven't noticed, I've kinda changed p.o.v's on this story, which p.o.v do you like better?

~A few hours later~

Roman was at the mall with Jon, Roman was, of course, overly excited and wanted to buy almost everything he saw.

"Oh My Stars! Jon! I must buy that!"

Roman slapped Jon's arm and pointed to a black and purple hoodie with the words I write sin's not Tragedies, spread across it in eerie lettering.

Jon looked at Roman confused.

"I didn't think you were into that stupid shit."

Roman's eyes widened at the remark.

"It's not stupid, just different, and no I'm not, it's for someone else."

Jon gawked, walking into the store and grabbing the hoodie.

"Who's the guy?"

Roman smiled and blushed, grabbing the hoodie out of Jon's hands and handing it to the cashier.

"No one.. I'm not even sure if they like me."

Roman paid for the hoodie and walked away, Jon rushing to his side.

"Roman! You can't think like that, just ask him."

Roman smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, maybe I will.. Do you mind If I leave?"

Jon smiled, nudging Roman.

"Of course not, go chase your heart!"

Roman ran off, waving to Jon.

"THANK YOOUU!"

Roman ran to his car and quickly turned it on, pulling out of the parking lot and impatiently driving to Virgil's house.

About an hour later Roman finally arrived at Virgil's house, He quickly jumped out of his car but immediately felt something was off.

Music was blasting from the house, red solo cups that smelled of alcohol scattered all over the yard, colorful flashing lights on the inside. Roman couldn't help but think that Virgil was having a drunken party.. but Virgil hates parties and people, and alcohol.

Roman knocked on the door and Virgil answered, almost falling on him and giggling.

"H-Hey! It's Pretty Boy! I thought you were at the mall butt fucking Jo-on!"

Roman gave Virgil a confused look and he glanced around the house to see only about 10 other people.. it was sad, but he was happy that Virgil hadn't gotten into any trouble.

"No, Virgil your drunk. Come on, let's get these people out of here and clean this place up."

Roman stepped in and Virgil hung around his neck, smiling.

"I'm not drunk, Your drunk you s-stupid bastard.... did I say you're cute, because you are!"

Virgil smiled brightly and booped Roman's nose, causing Roman to blush. Roman pushed Virgil off of him and onto the couch.

"Virgil, you're drunk.. you don't know what you're saying."

Virgil's hair turned pink and he flipped over to lay on his stomach.

"I know what I'm s-saying, and *hic*right now I'm s-saying and thinking about*hic* how hot you are!"

Roman blushed deeper, looking around at everyone.

"ALRIGHT PEOPLE! PARTY'S OVER, GET OUT! Virgil, stop.. "

Virgil groaned as he watched Roman.

"Aww, why?"

Roman was helping everyone out of the house, he paused for a second and sighed, picking up another drunken teenager and pushing them out the door.

"None of this is real Virgil, your drunk, you don't actually feel that way.."

Virgil's eyes widened and he sat up.

"Of course I actually feel that way.. this way.. that way.. this and that way"

Virgil crossed his arms, pointing in opposite directions as he spoke and smiled.

Roman sighed and looked down.

"No Virgil, Just.. go to sleep."

Virgil laid back on the couch and groaned.

"Fine.."

After five minutes of silence, Virgil fell asleep, Roman sat on the floor next to him and sighed.

"Why did you have to do this Virgil?"