(part 2) Requested by curiousbeanboi

Ship: Sleepxiety

Type: Romantic fluff/High school AU

Virgil meddles with the rose all day. Fidgeting around with its stem and petals. Who sent it, he keeps wondering. When he thought about it, nobody came to mind. Virgil wouldn't even consider Remy, he was too cool and popular to like someone like him.

"Well, maybe you should do the same thing for your crush," Patton suggests one day after class, a day after the first rose.

"I don't have a crush, Pat. That's ridiculous and love isn't real," Virgil says.

He glances at Patton.

"But platonic is," He corrects, "That's different,"

"I know you don't believe that," Patton says, "Remember that time in fourth grade when you-"

"I remember very well, and that just proved he doesn't like me," Virgil cuts in.

In fourth grade, Virgil tried his hand at flirting with Remy, trying to see if he'd even notice. Being a fourth grader, it was very obvious, but Remy still didn't notice. So Virgil gave up. Plus, that was years ago. He was over it now. He was pretty sure.

Patton groans.

"You're so oblivious it hurts," He says, "You did a report on rose meanings a few years ago, right? Just send Remy some roses and he or Logan will figure it out. Then bing-bang-boom, love admitted, you two are going out!"

Virgil considered it. Did he actually like the hot coffee addict? No, he couldn't. But just maybe, he would send the roses. How bad could it turn out?

- - -

At the dollar store, Virgil bought some roses. He got four, specifically. Red, blue, orange, and purple. They all symbolized different things, things that would show both love and interest. And they weren't easily traced back to him, so if it didn't work out he could simply say it was from someone else.

Two days after the first rose, Virgil gets another. Lavender. Love at first sight. He sniffs it. Again, it smells like dollar store plastic. And again, coffee beans.

He places it in his locker, next to the yellow rose. 

Later that day, while Virgil had a free period, he decides to make his move. Under a lot of Patton's encouragement, of course. He grabs the blue rose. Mystery and beauty. 'You are extraordinary'. He tapes it to Remy's locker, hoping he finds it.

---

At the end of the day, Remy finds a blue rose on his locker. Could it really be? There was no real way of knowing, but he could hope.

"Hey, Lo," He says, "What does a blue rose mean?"

"Usually mystery, beauty, maybe another thing or two. Why?" Logan asks.

Remy shows him the rose.

"Interesting," Logan says, "I'm sure I know who Emile thinks sent it to you,"

Remy nods.

"I really hope he's right," He says.

Logan shrugs.

"It's possible," He says, "Unlikely, but possible,"

"Thanks for the encouragement, babe," Remy says.

He checks his watch.

"Crap. I've got a shift in 20," He says, "See ya,"

Remy races off to get to his job on time. He only worked afternoon shift once a week, mostly because he hated racing off right after school.

---

At school the next day, Virgil found yet another rose on his locker. White. It reminded him of President Snow from the Hunger Games, but he knew that wasn't the intent. This one was probably showing purity and everlasting love. Those were the two meanings that fit the best.

Right after getting it, Virgil looked to Remy's locker and saw nobody there. He slipped the white rose into his locker and got out his orange one. Passion and desire. He didn't feel it really fit, but it still sort of did. He taped it to Remy's locker, then went to class.

- - -

When Virgil got home that day, there were people at his house. He walks inside and sees Roman Royl.

"Hey, Princey," Virgil says, "What're you doing here?"

Roman shrugs.

"Your folks hired my mom to do some gardening work. They were fine with me coming over to chill, maybe help," He says.

"Ah," Virgil says.

Virgil and Roman weren't too close, but they were at least friendly with each other. Unlike most other popular kids to Virgil. Of course, Roman was always nicer alone than he was in front of people. It was nothing major, just some stupid nicknames. Virgil had even given Roman some.

Their parents were fairly close, which was probably why the two boys got along slightly better. Virgil was half-considering asking Roman about Remy, just to see if there was a slim chance of him liking Virgil. He decides against, though, as he doubted Roman would know. 

After a few hours, Roman leaves and Virgil decides to get started on his homework. He had a lot to do, and it had to get done at some point. Virgil puts on his headphones, starts some music, and gets to work.

---

Over the next few days, Virgil gives Remy the red rose, symbolizing love and affection. Remy gives Virgil a light pink rose, joy and admiration, and a brown one, appreciation and love. 

Outside of the school one day, the two ran into each other. They didn't speak at first, and just as they were about to pass each other Remy says something.

"Hey, Virgil?" 

Virgil turns around.

"Uh, yeah?" He says.

His hands were in his pockets, shaking a little.

"I wanted to give you this in person this time," Remy says, handing Virgil the dark red rose.

Virgil goes very red. Almost as red as the rose, if it wasn't for his pale foundation.

"Good. I- I have something for you too," He says, pulling out the purple rose.

They look into each other's eyes.

"Well, this was certainly unexpected," Remy says, "I love you gurl, I hope that's what you mean with your roses too,"

Virgil nods.

"For sure," He says, "So do we kiss or something...?"

Remy laughs, and they do.

"Great, now I heard there was an MCR concert downtown, want to get tickets?" Virgil asks, grinning widely.

"You know it, babe!" Remy says, "But first, Starsies!"

"Sure thing," Virgil says.

The two of them walk to the nearest Starbucks, holding hands and grinning as they both clutch their roses with their free hands. The roses said everything they couldn't.

And that is it for this one-shot. Or two-shot, I guess. I know it's a lot shorter than the first part, but I didn't think it needed to be longer. Thank you, @curiousbeanboi for requesting the ship, and requests are still open. Peace out, peeps!