A/N/ didn't post Thursday because my co-author and I are American and like thanksgiving is a thing so we were forced to do stuff and didn't have the time to like...do the thing so uh yeah

Also we're on chapter 18 and nothing has happened-

Well fu-

Virgil's POV

I got home a few minutes early, I asked Roman for a ride, and thankfully I was the first one home.

Roman was acting weird on the ride home, I can't really judge because well ya know. He was oddly quiet which was surprising because I feel like at this point we've passed the whole awkward silence thing. He did say something when I was getting out of his car though.

"Just for the record, I prefer it when you're acting normal." He said leaning back in his chair.

"What is normal with me?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest and smiling.

"Basically just emo. You like this is just unnatural." Roman replies.

"You just want Patton to not be emo." I said, my smile slipping a bit.

"You can believe that if you want to." Roman said with a shrug.

"Yeah whatever." I said finally shutting the door and not just standing there like a creep.

I walked into my room and immediately changed into my black sweatpants and a baggy Panic! At The Disco shirt.

I took off all the bracelets I was wearing and put on a hoodie, then I put on some foundation and eyeshadow because well why not.

Now that I'm back to normal (normal for me that is) I don't really have anything to do. Or so I thought before I heard my phone go off.

Whelp this could potentially be very interesting. But it could be that snake. Or it could be Roman. But what if it's the snake trying to be the manipulative slimy person that he is. Well fuck. It seems that I've made myself to anxious to answer my own damn phone. Why am I like this.

After convincing myself that I was being insane I sat down at my desk and checked my phone. It was Patton texting me.

It was Patton texting me.

Once again, why am I like this.

Patton: Hey Virge!!!! Did I do good today??

Me: u did great, very intimidating much emo

Patton: yay!!! You too by the way, I had to stop myself from giving you a hug

Me: oof?

Patton: lol yep

Patton: I gotta do my homework now, my mom doesn't let me use my phone while I do it

Me: ok bye

Patton: byeeeeeee

I can't believe I got all anxious about a text from basically the nicest person that I know.

Like the emotionally unstable individual I am I started looking through old texts between the snake and I.

I was gonna delete them but just never got around to it.

He was dared by a few of his real friends to try and be my friend like it was some sort of fan fiction that went south. I didn't really have friends at the time so I went along with it. I actually thought he wanted to be my friend. As if him pretending to be my friend wasn't bad enough once his friends stopped finding it funny he became a bully and used everything I ever told him against me.

What a snake.

Now that I really think about it Roman reminds me of deceit (I refuse to say his real name and he always hated the nickname) he's kinda popular and has a bunch of friends. There's a possibility that he's doing the same thing.

I tried to shake those thoughts from my head. I turned my phone off and set it on my desk.

I think I know Roman well enough by now to start on my drawing. Or at least make a thumbnail sketch.

I pulled out my sketchbook and got to work I drew a generic head shape and something that kinda resembled hair. Deciding that I couldn't do much else with his face without a reference I started on the background. I drew a castle with a tower above his left shoulder and a dragon that turned out to more like some sort of odd breed of pigeon over his left.

With my self confidence thoroughly demolished I decided it was best to just put my sketchbook away.

I was never very good at drawing people, and I feel like me drawing someone is almost an insult so I should stop while I'm ahead. Not that I'm ahead really.

Being positive all day really got me drained. But I mean it was worth it to make Roman question his entire existence, but still.

I did all my homework already so my only option the way I see it is to re watch The Office... again.

YouTube already failed me so to Netflix I go.

I watched it for a while, about two hours I think (I was about half way through episode six) I didn't even notice when my dads got home.

Well, that was until I heard the knock on my door.

"Hey Virge, are you back to normal yet?" I heard my Caffeine addicted dad said.

I paused the show then opened the door, smirking.

Both of my dads were standing at the door, the caffeinated one looked relieved to say the least.

"Oh thank the gay gods. You wearing bright colors is too much." He said looking over at my therapist dad, who looked over at him with eyebrows raised after "Thank the gay gods".

"See love, I told you everything is normal." My carton obsessed father said while wrapping his arm over caffeine dads shoulders.

"Ew P.D.A. Guys come on." I said while playfully rolling my eyes.

"I can't wait for you to get in a relationship, we can exact our revenge!" My dad who just so happens to work at Starbucks said.

"Bold of you to assume I'll ever get in a relationship." I argued back.

"Uh, remember that name that's written across you wrist?" Starbucks dad said nodding towards my hand.

"My soulmate will probably hate me though." I said shrugging trying to make my statement seem more casual even though the thought makes my soul hurt.

"Hate to break it to ya but that's not really how the whole soulmate thing works." My therapist dad said gently.

"Who knows. It could happen." I said stuffing my hands into my hoodie pockets (thankfully they were actually there this time).

Through the corner of my eye I saw my parents share a worried look.

We chatted a bit more, there were a few dad jokes and obscure references before my parents wandered off to probably make food or watch T.V.

Well, I wonder what I'm gonna wear tomorrow.