Roman's POV

I walk home, smiling. Virgil is so fun to hang out with! I'm sad that he's suicidal, though...

I try not to think about the bad things, and walk up onto my porch. I live in a fairly big house, so it's no problem finding it. I try to open the door, and find that it's locked. I take out the key in my pocket, and open it.

I step into the house, closing the door after me. I look at the clock on the wall, and realize that it is 10:25 PM. I sigh, knowing that my parents will question me and be super worried.

As I though, both my mother and father run into the living room where I stand. My mother hugs me. "Where were you!? We were so worried!" He exclaims. I lightly push her off. "I was with a friend, mom."

"Who?" Another voice asks. It's my brother, Logan. He walks into the living room, pushing up how glssses. "My new friend, Virgil. I had to help him out with a few things." I respond.

My dad furrows his eyebrows. My mother looks slightly happy, the only one knowing that I am gay. Well, Logan knows as well. Neither of them made a big deal out of it, and support me. But I haven't even told my dad yet!

"What were you helping him with?" He asks. "Those are things that Virgil would like to keep to himself." I say, my expression and tone of voice calm.

My father frowns, looking annoyed and slightly angry. My phone suddenly dings, and I take it out of my pocket. I turn it on, seeing that it is a message from Virgil.

Virgil: Did you get home okay?

I wait to respond, and look up at my dad. My mother and Logan are watching on the side. "Who was that?" My father asks in a low, angry voice. "That was Virgil," I say.

"Why and what did he text yo- hey!" My father exclaims, and I start to walk up the stairs. Halfway up, I yell slightly, "goodnight!" I walk into my room, shutting and locking my door. I sit on my bed, texting Virgil back.

Roman: Yep! How about you? Are your parents home? 

Virgil: Yeah. They said hello, and went to their room. :/

Roman: That sucks.

Virgil: Yeah. Hey, um..

Roman: What is it? Are you okay?

Virgil: Can we do a thing that whenever I say "I'm going to 7/11 to get a slushee." That means in going to... well.. self harm again?

Roman: Of course! I hope that you will not self harm though.

Virgil: I know.. thank you, Roman.

Roman: It is no problem, Virgil. Goodnight.

Virgil: Night <3

Roman: Heh. <3