Don't worry, I'm gonna change the title when I can think of a better one.

There is swearing in this chapter. Maybe 2 or 3 or more times. Can't remember or be bothered to look.

Virgil sighed as he walked down the small path to his house, ready to face his dad once again. Honestly, he wasn't looking forward to it. His Dad was of course his biological father, but he never acted how the typical father figure should. That was why he preferred his mother. She was always there for him and even when his dad was having a strop and a rant about something pointless, she would always be standing behind him pulling faces and rolling her eyes and even mouthing for Virgil's dad to shut up. He loved her, but now she's gone and all he wants is for his to even show Virgil some comfort. That's another reason Virgil likes Roman so much. The comfort. The affection. The love shown. It was nice and calming, it took his mind off the drama around him, all his focus on Roman.

He reached for the handle and once again, it was locked. He looked around and triple checked that his dad's car was there. It was. He rolled his eyes yet again and pulled out his keys, pushing the right key into the slot and turning. He pushed the handle down and opened the door. He stepped in and slowly shut the door, looking through the open door into the rooms while he stood at the front door and placed his keys into a little basket on the desk beside him.

"Dad?" He echoed around the house before he started walking and looking into the rooms properly. Sliding his bag off his shoulder and onto the first step of the stairs.

"Dad?!" He called up the stairs, waiting for an answer. Nothing. He rolled his eyes - old memories in his head. He walked into the kitchen. No note. He made his way into the living room. No note. Dinning room. No note. He huffed and swung around the stairs and made his way up. He went to walk into his room before he stopped. His body froze and he couldn't move for a few moments. Then he turned his head. His eyes met the one door he didn't want to see. Her room. His mothers room.

His body moved on it's own. His legs shuffling against the rough carpet. His shoulders tense as he grew closer and closer. His cold, boney, hand reached for the handle before he finally broke free from the trance. But he still froze. He didn't want to go in. He didn't want to see where she once lay: dead or alive. Yet, his curiosity got the better of him. He shook his thoughts and pressed the handle down, pushing open the door and taking in the room. Knowing he hadn't even looked at the room when he knew of her crime.

The sheets were still a mess of where she obviously struggled to get out of the plain sheets. One of the curtains looked slightly askew; must have pulled it to help her out. Draws were thrown open like she was searching for something and clothes were chucked around the room which Virgil knew he had cleaned the room.

Then there was the thing Virgil didn't want to witness.

The blood stained carpet.

Then he was reliving the scene once again. Her cold hand, unresponsive, holding the little square of screwed up paper - written to him. Her greasy, brown, long hair laying around her porcelain face. The pool of blood surrounding her. Suffocating Virgil's breath.

Shacking the thoughts from his mind, Virgil walked into the middle of the room and stepped over the blood.

Think of Roman, and all bad thoughts might leave. Think of Roman. Think of Roman. Virgil closed his eye and all his thoughts went to his boyfriend. Boyfriend. Wow. After him, a boyfriend was something I wasn't expecting till I started collage. Soon enough, Virgil was smiling with a unnoticable blush. Once he opened his eyes, it was almost like two realities were crashing together.

He looked back at the floor and realised either Virgil's dad had come in here or it was the police that had taken the gun. He hoped it was the second option so it wasn't in the house. He contuied to shuffle around, picking things up, tidying, finding things.

His pocket vibrated making him confused. Was it an app notice or a message, which he doubted. Sliding jt out his phone, he was the Instergram icon which confused him more. Unlocking the screen, a smile slid on his face once again.

x.Romanprince.x
Hey Hot Topic, I guess I found your insta. No escaping me now ;p x

He sighed as he could only feel his smile grow till he was broken out of his thoughts.

"Virgil?"

Snapping his head up and turning to the door, Virgil turned his phone off and pushed it into his pocket; staring wide-eyes at the man infront of him.

"Hi Dad..."

He stepped into the room like it was nothing: this concerning Virgil immensely. He stepped over the blood, took one glance at it before looking at Virgil, almost scanning his eyes over him. This making Virgil feel insecure, greatly.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Processing..." Virgil glanced around the room before looking back at his Dad. "She's gone but-... I miss her..." Virgil's eyes drifted towards the blood as he shifted his arms to cross his chest. "I miss her so much and it's hard." He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them yet again. Think of Roman. Think of Roman. Think of Roman. He pulled himself closer once he noticed the stinging in his eyes - he didn't want to cry. "And you're so calm about all of it. Calm when the ambulance and police were here. Calm when Roman told you she was dead. Calm when you walked right in and over her blood." Virgil gestured to the blood before tugging onto his hoodie. "Not to mention Roman was the only thing keeping me calm and you won't allow it."

"Hey, I don't want you friends with him because friends mean meeting the parents and I don't want you near that man. Persides... you have other friends-"

"You mean Logan?"

"Yeah and...." He moved his hands in swift motions to edge Virgil on, frowning when Virgil shook his head 'no'. "Uhm... that other boy that was with you and Logan... earlier...?"

Virgil shrugged and slipped his hands into his pockets. "I'm... still quite awrkward around Patton..." He almost smiled at what his Dad had said. Knowing that his Dad didn't know it was acually Roman doing impressions. It was true though. Even after the talk with Patton, he still felt strange being so close and nice to someone he's been trying to get away from for so long.

"Okay... well let's change the subject... you said about me being calm? You're calm."

Virgil looked up; his eyes wide and almost an emotion mixed with sadness and anger, his mouth agape as he sluttered. "Calm? If anything I'm hurt. My mum died and left a note to me saying Happy Birthday. I'm hurt that you look so calm, like you don't care. I'm hurt. Everything aches when I think of it all."

Think of Roman. Think of Roman. Roman. Roman. Roman.

"Yeah... I get your hurt. It's hard at a younger age especially when it come to suicide. Just know I love her and I love you." Was that a lie? Virgil couldn't tell. "And on the subject of you..."

He reached into the hallway before pulling a carrier bag into the room and extending his arm towards Virgil with the white plastic. Virgil reached out and slowly brought the bag to his chest as he looked between his Dad and the bag.

"I know I'm a day late, but happy birthday."

Finally looking into the bag, Virgil pulled out a pack of LED lights and a photo album. He frowned his brows as he looked over the packaging. The LED lights in a white box with with a picture of what the lights look like, the back showing all the patterns and explaining all the different buttons on the remote. He moved his eyes to the album and was almost entranced by the design of swirls and vines with leaves drooping as if wind was blowing gently. He finally looks back at his Dad, a sudden feeling of his chest sinking into his stomach.

"Wha-...?"

"I remember you always wanted LED lights when you were little... maybe 13, 14. And the book is a photo album of you and your mother. I had to dig through her stuff in the basement for it. She said she was gonna give it to you when you moved out or when you got your own kids.... Adopt! Or something. She said told me before you came out as gay." Virgil nodded as he placed the bag at his feet with the LED lights in the bag. He opened to the first page and there was a small slip of paper with a small purple painted hand print, Virgil's name underneath in cursive.

"My baby hand print... in purple." Virgil looked up at his Dad yet again before looking at the size and all the small creases in the paint.

"Yeah... your mum, as you know, is very welcoming to the LGBT+ so she had it that your hand print wasn't in blue or pink, but a purple as a mix."

Virgil nodded in understand, knowing his mum would want that incase he ended up trans or another gender by he time she had given it to him. He flicked through the photos of him, having seen them all before until he suddenly stopped. Gaze stuck on one photo.

There he was. No littler than 8. October 31st. Halloween night. He was standing next to his mother as she took the selfie, both holding their hands infront of them like claws -her only using one as the other held the phone. They were both dressed up as Vampires. They both had the fake, singluar fangs that you just slipped over the tooth. Their lips painted red with fake blood tumbling over the corners of their lips. Virgil had black faded rings around his eyes while Helena had a light grey and used liquid eyeliner to do cobwebs under her eyes. Their faces were painted white and there was a grey shadow used to define their cheekbones. She had worn a black dress and deep red cape, while Virgil a suit and tie and had made his mother stitch up a few fabrics to make a home made cape. Not that she was complaining. Hands infront of their faces, evil grin to show the fangs. Virgil's short, non-emo, hair was spiked up while the woman beside him had her hair is long curls flowing over her chest.

That was his best halloween ever.

Obviously, all the other halloweens were great, but that was his favourite. The costumes and makeup, the party at his Dad's sister's place.

He didn't notice, but tears were streaming down his face and only noticed when a sob shook his body back to life. Wiping his tears away, he closed the book and picked up the bag with the LED lights and looked at his dad.

"I-... thank you-... I- I should go..."

He held the items to his chest as he sped out the room; making sure to step over the blood and to twist around his father to get out. He finally made it into his room and slammed the door shut, pressing his back against it before looking back at the items. He shook his head. Roman.

He pulled out his phone and sent a quick reply, but kept the messages open.

.Virgil_666.__.
Sorry I didn't reply straight away, my dad has the worse timing. Came in right after I read the message. And are you sure you didn't have it this whole time and your just playing it off? x

x.Romanprince.x
Your accusations wound me, oh how I hurt- you got me ;p. And it's completely fine by me, as long as you don't leave me on read to long XD. x

Virgil noticed the message popped up and read it, a small laugh slipping past his lips.

.Virgil_666.__.
Sorry if that took a while, dad gave me a photo album and I started crying. I also wanted to punch his at some point before hand, but at least he isn't homophobic. x

x.Romanprince.x
Yeah, he's Romaphobic. x

Virgil giggled and bit his lip to muffle the sound incase his Dad could hear.

.Virgil_666.__.
Or Princephobic. Can't forget how our dads were highschool enemies. ;p x

x.Romanprince.x
Oh of course~ Imagine what he would do if you became a Prince. x

And... it's blush o'clock. Virgil's face painted red as he stared at the screen and he wouldn't admit it, but he started to imagine it. Being Roman's.

x.Romanprince.x
Too soon? x

.Virgil_666.__.
Not sure yet. x

x.Romanprince.x
Okay. I just realised too late that I might have over stepped that one XD x

.Virgil_666.__.
It's fine :p x

x.Romanprince.x
Anywho! You said your dad gave you a photo album and you started crying. How come? x

.Virgil_666.__.
Just this one photo I forgot about of me and my mum. Pretty sure I was 8. x

x.Romanprince.x
Can I see? You don't have to show me, I just wanna see a little you! ;3 x

.Virgil_666.__.
Just please don't laugh. x

.Virgil_666.__.
[Sent Photo]

x.Romanprince.x
Awww, your adorable! My little Vampire! x

.Virgil_666.__.
Awww, back when I wasn't emo. x

x.Romanprince.x
XD you look pretty edgy to me.

x.Romanprince.x
I wanna ask you something. I can't really talk about it to anyone else until I'm sure. x

Virgil frowned at the message before standing up and curling up in the corner of the of his bed, a pillow resting behind him and one he folded onto his lap.

.Virgil_666.__.
Yeah, what is it? x

He didn't reply for a moment.

x.Romanprince.x
I want to get to back in contact with my brother, but what if he forgot about me? x

.Virgil_666.__.
Maybe you could try find his Instergram and either send a quick message or just stalk him for a while until you bump into him when your trying to catch a football. x

x.Romanprince.x
You're right, that ended up pretty well with us. :p x

.Virgil_666.__.
:p

.Virgil_666.__.
Why couldn't you ask your parents about getting in contact with Remus? x

x.Romanprince.x
Because if I can, I want you with me. You're the only person I told about him, and the plus your my boyfriend :D xx

Smiling brightly, Virgil curled into himself more as he felt his chest flutter. Boyfriend. Roman's boyfriend. His face became hot and he pressed his hand to one of his cheeks before quickly pulling away: it amazed him how hot his cheeks could get, it felt like his skin burnt him. Yet, he couldn't stop laughing with a goofy smile.

.Virgil_666.__.
What part do you want me there for? x

x.Romanprince.x
All of it. I'm gonna ask mum about it now. I really hope she says yes. Wish me  luck, cutie. xx

.Virgil_666.__.
Good luck, Princey xx

Virgil giggled and turned his phone off, moving to rest it on his chest with a happy sigh. He looked around his room before his eyes locked with the open album and the LED lights. He smirked and got up. Shifted around his room towards the objects and he lent down and picked them up. His mood was lighter now and he flicked through the photo's with a smile instead of running tears. He watched as he went from being a large bump on his mothers stomach to a 16yr old emo, then the pictures stopped. All the photos were dated or had titles, but they all had messages underneth. He flicked through the blank pages till he reached one that wasn't blank. It had no photo, but in a black marker there was a date and a small message.

'Happy Birthday Virgil! Finally you turned 17 and soon you'll be starting a new adventure that will make you smile just as bright! I know between being 15 and 16, you had some trouble, but your going to meet an amazing guy and he's going to love you as if tomorrow is the end. Happy 17!!'

Virgil read the message again before quickly starting to find a pen. His mother had written in a glittering, grey, pen so he preferably quickly grabbed an acrylic, purple, gel pen that was in a small tub on the mess of his desk. He pulled the lid off and wrote a note to the side of it.

'Hey mum. I hope your doing well and I hope your happier where you are now. I have in fact met someone and I wish you could have met him before you took your life. I love you. xxx'

He cringed at the message, but it made him feel slightly better. He closed the book and placed it onto his desk. He moved the LED lights onto the desk aswell before looking around his room.

He had a lot on his mind, but for some reason, they weren't tangled. Like different trains of thoughts running smoothly and in the right motion.

Mums dead. Roman's my boyfriend. Dad hates Roman. Dad is trying to be a dad. Roman wants me with him when he contacts his brother. I like Roman. Roman's my boyfriend. Roman's my boyfriend!

Virgil giggled as he ran his hands through his hair and picked up his phone. Strangely, he picked it up just as it went off. He turned his phone to face him and turned it on to see another instergram message. Unlocking his phone, he smiled as Roman messaged.

x.Romanprince.x
They said yes

.Virgil_666.__.
Really? When and how you gonna contact him? x

x.Romanprince.x
Tomorrow. After school maybe. I could text him to call me or just text him? xx

.Virgil_666.__.
Okay. You gonna find his account now or later? x

x.Romanprince.x
Already got it. I found it before I texted you about it. Call me a stalker all you like XD x

.Virgil_666.__.
You stalker. x

.Virgil_666.__.
What's his account name then? x

x.Romanprince.x
It's 'Remus_69'. I can already tell he's the same person just older. And by the profile picture. Check his account if you want. x

.Virgil_666.__.
Okay. x

Virgil clicked on the username that Roman had just given him and he watched as the screen loaded for him to be met with a man quite familiar to Roman's looks, but slightly different. The man's hair had obviously dyed, platinum, grey highlights and had a growing moustache. He was dressed in green and black and an obviously had a punk look to him. He had piercings here and there: an eyebrow pierce, nose pierce and snake bites.

Wow... how on earth are they related?

He clicked onto the 'story' and couldn't help but laugh. Remus was outside and sat upside down on a picnic table's bench, the wind was loud, but Remus' voice broke through. He was laughing with a very obvious accent that Virgil couldn't make out. He sat up from the bench and must have turned to someone.
"Hey dude!"
"What now?"
"I fucking hate you!"
"I love how hard you try. Hate you too."
Remus quickly became flustered and you could see him lean his head onto someone's shoulder and smile before the video cut out.

Virgil smiled with a chuckle before going back to the messages between Roman and him.

.Virgil_666.__.
You are complete opposites. You sure that's him? XD x

x.Romanprince.x
That's him alright. Did you see his story? x

.Virgil_666.__.
Yeah, whoever it was with him, their pretty sweet together. In a sarcastic, sinister way. x

x.Romanprince.x
Yeah. They are pretty cute. Not as cute as you though. ;) xx

.Virgil_666.__.
You smooth flirt. xx

x.Romanprince.x
Only for you xx

"VIRGIL! WHAT YOU WANTING FOR DINNER?!"

Stiffening up, Virgil glanced at the door before walking towards it, opening it, and calling back down the stairs.

"I'm cooking!"

"At least try my food!"

"I don't want you poisoning me!"

Heres the point: Virgil's father -Mattew- was rarely a father to the poor kid to the point Virgil had never even tried his fathers food. Convincing himself that his father never cooked in his life and it could poison him if he ever tried it. Most would think of Virgil as the type to say 'Please poisen me', the typical emo who made dark humour; he loved dark humour, just... he never acually wanted to die.

He isn't thin because he hates his body. He's thin becuase he gets nauseous and can't keep it down most nights. He feels proud of himself when he can keep it in his stomach. He's pale because of staying inside to be with his mother instead of going out; friends or not, he would rather be inside with his family, even as a kid when -in his eyes- his Dad had no actual input on the rainbow side of things. He's cold because his rooms always cold and he doesn't want to waist money on electricity. Yeah, he has anxiety. Yeah, he may be depressed (Less than most). But he wants to live. He wants to try. For Roman and his mother.

Two days after their first meeting, two hours after they started dating, and Roman's already had more effect in his life then his own Dad in 17years.

"I know how to cook!"

"Well, it's either: I cook, or we order take-away!"

Silence.

"I'll find a fucking menu. Come downstairs to order."

Virgil groaned before looking back down at his phone.

.Virgil_666.__.
I gtg order dinner. Bleh :p. xx

x.Romanprince.x
You better eat, you're too thin for your own good. Either text tonight or see you tomorrow? xx

.Virgil_666.__.
We'll see. Just incase I can't text tonight, goodnight. xx

x.Romanprince.x
Goodnight hot topic. xx