Roman POV

I had been writing a beautiful poem about love when the apartment door opened. I didn't look up until Talyn, the kid whose apartment this was, shouted "Look, another poet!". I looked to the door only to see.....Virgil?! He seemed to be studying my face. I did the same to him, studying his perfect cheekbones, beautifully dyed hair and his monochromatic makeup. I suddenly was sad that he didn't like me. I wished he was my soulmate.

All of a sudden, the room erupted into color. His eyes were wide, and he turned and sprinted out the door. "Um, Pat?" I murmured. "S-soulmate." I pointed to the doorframe. He was shocked, but nodded, immediately understanding. "Well, let's follow him!" He yelled, pulling Logan and I out the door.

Virgil POV

Just keep running.

No way. Nuh-uh. Not happening. I scaled the vines on the side of our short little apartment building and sat on the roof. (Short in new york is about three stories.) My breathing sped up. My heart quickened. Stupid panic attacks! I felt like I was going to die.

I leaned against the chimney and accepted death. But instead of calm blackness, I heard voices. Great, I thought, I'm going insane! I refused to open my eyes for fear of... I don't even know. " He looks like he's gonna pass out" I heard. It was immediately followed by "I believe this is what is called a panic attack, or Anxiety Attack"

Nope. I'm not insane. People are on the roof with me. I quickly opened my eyes. Logan, Patton, and Roman? Shit. They're gonna beat me up. Well, Roman'll beat me up.

"W-What the Hell do you want, Princey?" Damn it, what am I saying? I know I'm stuttering. Why am I talking?!" Hey Kiddo," said Patton. "It's ok". He put a comforting hand on my back and for some reason, it did make me feel better. "We won't hurt you"

Logan nodded and fixed his glasses. I heard Roman mutter "Sure" and nod. Sure?! I thought. That's just great. I took a deep breath. "Just a moment." I whispered, standing up. I then sprinted unexpectedly to the edge of the roof and jumped.

Roman POV

We had finally tracked Virgil down. He was curled in a ball against the chimney on the roof of a small apartment building. We had climbed the fire escape after watching him scale the vines, somehow. Patton knelt next to him and I leaned over to Logan. "He looks like he's going to pass out." I murmured. Logan nodded. "I believe this is what's called a 'panic attack' or an 'anxiety attack'"I nodded again and watched as Virgil opened his eyes, moving his hands from his head. "W-what do you want, Princey?"

I assumed he thought he sounded a lot more confident than he really did. I was about to open my mouth with a retort when Patton rudely interrupted me. "Kiddo, its okay. We won't hurt you." He gave Logan and I a pointed look, so Logan nodded, subconsciously fixing his glasses. I didn't know what to say, so I just muttered "Sure."

Obviously that wasn't a good enough answer, because Virgil stood, and whispered "Just a moment." I thought he was going to collect himself and apologize for running, but instead he sprinted off the side of the building. "Holy shit!" I yelled "He's dead!"

A/N

I'm really sorry its so short, but I'm having a bit of brain block right now      :):