While writing this I experienced many emotions and yeah I thought why not try and make it into a story. So yeah I was pretty cheesed off at the start so um yeah lol But I calmed down and at the end I listened to Bonjovi, Gun's and Roses and AC / DC so I was pretty chill. Enjoy!

Warning: cursing cause yah girl was super pissed.

Roman's POV

I'm pissed.

Why? Thomas' demand on ideas is killing me - it's like a never ending loop of write, act, edit, release, write, act, edit, release. I sometimes feel like I'm just filling a void that leads to no ultimate reward...... however then some idiot has to remind me that thousands of viewers depend on Thomas' videos, and I agree with them, but when deadlines are pushed and pushed and pushed to the damn limit, it creates a negative view on the task. No wonder I'm more pissed as usual. But then when I try to complain, people think I'm just  being over dramatic. Oh no! Roman don't express you feelings! Just bottle them up cause THATS TOTALLY HEALTHY!

Fury running thick and fast through my veins, I slammed down my pen, picked up my head phones and roughly put them on my head and played my angry playlist. I can't be arsed explaining why I have this playlist cause I just need time to be angry. The sweet sweet melody of Teenagers by MCR flooded my headphones - thank god. I slammed open my door and trudged to the kitchen, probably earning surprised looks from all that saw. But I didn't care. Why should I care? Why should I put up with the bullshit people shove in my face? I opened the fridge and took out a Red bull and jumped on the kitchen counter to drink it. As I scrolled through Tumblr, I caught Virgil, who was standing near the sink across from the island I was sat on, looking at me with raised eyebrows, from the corner of my eye.

"You got a problem?" I asked plainly, earning a smirk from Virgil.

"Yeah you look hotter than usual, what makeup you got on?" He asked flirtatiously - oh so he's gonna play this game. That's when I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor by The Artic Monkeys came on.

"Don't lie to me Virgil, you'll waste the air you could use for something that will actually help someone" I said coldly then set my volume up to max so I couldn't hear anybody.

He kinda looked impressed. I didn't just win the Olympics you know?

I ignored him and huffed as I just wanted peace. That ment I had to move which is SUCH A CHORE! I jumped off the counter, shot Virgil a wink, and made my way out to the mindscape's garden. I looked around me, the pastel pink and blue ombred sky unlocking a weird storage of peace within myself. I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my own, tensed up and stressed skin. I decided staying angry isn't a good look on me so I decided to chill in a hammock and put on some chill music. I tried to think of a song that is quite slow and relaxing. All that really came to mind was Cavetown's This Is Home. I played it on my phone on loop and looked up at the candyfloss and binkie blue sky sadly.

Why do I always find it that I'm always so emotional around Virgil? It's either he's the source of making me feel happy at the sight of him or sad because he's not. Or I take it out on him. No wonder he hates me. Just because the vibrant coloured lights in my bedroom drive me insane and the constant stress I absorb on a daily basis chips away at my brain, doesn't mean I get to be cold towards him. I know he won't stop hating me any less but I may as well text him an apology.

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Me: Hey Virgil I just wanted to send my sincerest apologies for the way I acted before. I hope you can forgive me.

Hot Topic: Roman don't worry about it. Seriously everybody was off days.

Me: Yeah but it feels like it's always you I put my feelings on...

Hot Topic: Isn't that a good thing?

Me: What do you mean?

Hot Topic: Well yeah sure it isn't a good thing but look at it like this - you have a venting technique. You don't take your feelings out on others violently and plus I understand. Seriously don't worry.

Me: Could you come over? To my room I mean.

Hot Topic: Sure just try no to worry too much before I get there.

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I made my way to my room, my nerves melting and my chest feeling strangely warm. So did my legs which is extremely odd. I went through the kitchen, seeing Patton making what looked like to be a thousand batches of cookies all at once then walked past the common room / living room, seeing Thomas on his phone while Remy was taking pictures of himself while drinking Starbucks. For Instagram probably. I walked up the stairs, noticing how a small squeek erupted as I walked over it. I noticed how some of the snow white paint was flaking from the handrail however still smelling like it was only painted a second ago. I reached the landing, the pleasant view of Virgil, who was knocking on my bedroom door, sending butterflies to course through my veins.

"H-Hey" I softly said, a small smile gracing my lips as he turned around.

"Hey." He softly replied. It was unusual that his voice didn't sound bothered about something.

"Come in" I welcomed him in barely a whisper as I pushed open the door, the need to speak louder seeming unnecessary in the moment.

We entered my room, which had a river of screwed up pieces of paper with ideas on, on the floor. Virgil sat crossed legged on my bed while I just laid by him. We kinda sat in silence for a while as if we where silently talking about god knows what. Virgil then finally laid next to me.

"You look hot when your angry" he admitted plainly.

"Thanks. You just look hot in general" I softly said, turning on my side to just admire the beautiful boy that laid next to me.

I loved the way his soft, light, purple hair was slightly infront of his dreamy brown chocolate brown pools that was his eyes. I just wanted to touch it! His hair looks so fluffy! And those lips....oh them sweet sweet peach pink lips of his. They couldn't be more good looking for me not to want to kiss them. And his makeup, a unique stroke of paint that constructed the master piece that is Virgil Sanders. It was somehow adorable that he puts on his dark, emo makeup with his dark emo clothes while listening to his dark emo music added with a side of edgy attitude and yet...he's just so....cute. no. Adorable! He giggled softly. Not to mention that laugh, that smile, that boy....he's just head to toe covered in black glitter of perfectness.

"Earth to Roman? Earth to Roman? Are you receiving me?" He said jokingly, clicking infront of my eyes which snapped me out of my gase.

"Sorry darling I was just admiring your pretty face." I said, no thought process occuring before I spoke my day dream thoughts.

"Ehh not to bad yourself, Princey-Poo" he said softly, snuggling up to my side calmly as if the hurricane of stress and anxiety that swirled in both of our heads was shut off for a moment or two, just so we could breathe the sweet, tranquil air.

"ROMAN! WE NEED AN IDEA FOR A POST! NOW!" Logan suddenly burst through the door, which surprisingly didn't make Virgil or myself move nor flinch. I sat up, the emo kitten soon following me.

"Didn't we just post one to Instagram?" I asked calmly but in a slightly annoyed tone. Virgil shushed in my ear softly which actually calmed me down quite a bit.

"Yes but-" the nerd started.

"Well then we don't need another post for today do we?" I asked sarcastically but still maintaining my calm and collected form as the emo played with my hair silently, "Anyway can't you see I'm terribly busy?"

"Hmmmm...yes okay then. Sorry I don't quite understand what came over me. Oh and no I cannot currently see you performing any activity that would be of great significance."

I shot him a raised eyebrow.

I looked at Virgil sweetly and pecked him on the cheek, the event just seeming right at that moment. The right place at the right time. The whole thing didn't leave the emo nor the prince...well I mean me anyway the whole thing just felt like destiny. I felt no anxiety what's so ever and nor did Virgil.

"Care to change your evaluation Doctor 'I have a PHD' Wilson?" I resorted, Virgil again shushing in my ear softly that once again melted my nerves like fire and chocolate.

"I shall escort myself out" he said and he was away.

I resumed back to lieing on the bed and Virgil again cuddled up to me, both of us smiling like idiots. I turned on my side once more and just stared into his neverending eyes, his Dracula pale foundation glowing slightly in the dim, red light of the setting sun. We suddenly just giggled softly with eachother as if we we where teenagers in a supply lesson and some kid just suddenly just screamed the lyrics to The Crumble Song while standing on the table while the rest of the class joined in.

"You missed by the way" he whispered softly, my eyebrow raising mischievously.

"Oh no I didn't" I purred and I leaned it so that our faces where millimetres apart. His breath ghosting my lips, I looked into his eyes again, "May I?"

He connected the gap between us, the bright, pressuring spotlights floating away along with a strange, unknown weight on my shoulders as the world around us turned into a blissful heaven. However we couldn't view and marvel at the heaven we where floating in as our eyes slipped closed. We pulled away and cuddled up together.

"Speak non of this to Patton. Deal?" Virgil said, suddenly serious.

I pecked his lips, "Deal."

"You get the duck tape and I'll get Logan cause you know how bad he'll want to tell Dad." He joked, or at least I thought he was until he stood up and brought me up with him.

"Yeah like the only thing he doesn't tell him is that he has a crush on him!" I laughed along with Virgil.

Patton eventually found out....