Virgil's POV

(A/N/ this *hopefully* will be updated on Tuesdays and Thursdays 🖤)

School sucked. I really don't like having to be social. One of things I've been dreading most about switching schools. Having to introduce myself to everyone (it's days like this I realize how much I really hate my name) and I had a friend at my last school, but not for long. Turns out he was a snake.

But now I'm finally on my way home listening to my 'completely drained from social interaction and loud ass music is the only way I won't pass out' playlist.

I was the first on home as I usually am because people have to work. I walked into the house and went straight (while thinking about very gay things) to my room.

I sat down on my bed and set my backpack down on the floor next to my bed.

I looked around my room, I kept it fairly clean for the most part and didn't really try to decorate my room. My bed was pushed into the corner and had dark purple sheets and pillowcases, my comforter was a quilt that was black on one side and had multicolored triangles on the other.

I have a small paint covered white desk in one of the other corners of my room with a black kinda uncomfortable chair. My carpet was an off white color and definitely needed to be cleaned.

There is a small closet taking up most of one of my walls that was mostly filled with dark colored shirts and hoodies.

My dresser stood at the other side of my room, it had five drawers but I only used the top two for my jeans socks and other stuff. The other three were empty, except for the bottom one where I put old sketchbooks and artwork I would rather not look at.

I laid back onto my bed and let out a sigh, music still blasting through my headphones probably damaging my hearing.

After an hour or so my dads got home.

They asked the usual parent questions, like how was school and all that. I said the normal automatic response of 'good'. They asked if I had any stories but I was too drained to tell them any so I just decided to say that nothing happened.

They looked at each other for a moment before leaving me to be my angsty self.

One of my dads is a therapist and the other works at Starbucks so they both know quite a bit about introverted teens.

But alas, they insist on feeding me so a while later they called me out into the kitchen.

I inspected the kitchen and deduced that they made pasta for dinner, my favorite. This could mean two things, they want to talk to me about something and want me to be in a good mood for it or, they just wanted to make pasta tonight. Most likely the first one.

Damnit I've made myself anxious again.

"Hey kiddo!" My dad said with a big smile. I couldn't help but smile back.

I grabbed some food and sat at the table, shortly followed by my dads who sat next to each other across from me.

Uh oh. What did I do.

"So, did you socialize today?" My overly caffeinated dad asked bluntly.

I chuckled.

"Yeah actually, but I was forced into it." I said eating a fork full of food.

"I know how difficult it can be for you, but I'm sure you could make friends!" My cartoon obsessed dad said enthusiastically.

I just sighed in response, turning my attention to the table.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my dads share another look.

"I think the best way to do it is if they look like assholes don't talk to them." Dad said taking a sip out of his Starbucks cup that he somehow has.

"Remy!" Dad said giving him a scolding look. "Don't swear!"

I laughed lightly.

"What do I do if they all look like assholes?" I asked, eating another fork full of food.

Dad sighed and face palmed. Probably thinking about a way to bring cartoons into this.

I had a lot more fun at dinner with my parents then I had at lunch hours earlier, I literally spent the whole time drawing.

After a long punny dinner I was just about to leave when therapist dad stopped me.

"Hey tomorrow is your seventeenth birthday huh." He said with a slight shrug.

"Yup. Can't wait." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, you probably already know your soulmate, or they go to your school because of how small the town is, everyone knows everyone so this could be a great opportunity to make lots of new friends!" He said practically radiating optimism.

Other dad walked around the corner (still holding a Starbucks cup) and wrapped an arm around my cartoon addicted dads waist.

"Also, they have a bigger Hot Topic here which is kinda funny because it's a smaller town." He said after taking a sip of whatever drink he had this time.

I chuckled.

"Yeah, that is a plus." I said with a small light hearted smirk.

I walked back into my room and sat at my desk.

I only got homework from one class, chemistry. It wasn't even chemistry homework, it was one of those get to know you sheets. He's also one of those teachers who asks to be called by his first name, Thomas. He also said that if the principal is around call him Mr. Sanders because the principal already doesn't like him.

I filled out all the small talk questions (Favorite color, favorite band, etc.) and finally there was an optional box that was labeled "self portrait".

I sketched an emo teenager that kinda resembled me and called it good and put my homework into my bag so I wouldn't forget in the morning.

I checked the time on my phone. It was 10:48 pm. It won't be long till midnight.

I decided it would be best to go to bed and not wait for the name to appear.

I grabbed my earbuds off my desk (because sleeping in my normal headphones is uncomfortable and I don't want to break them).

I turned on my 'I really hope Brendon Urie is magical enough to help me sleep' playlist switched my jeans for my black sweat pants and took off my hoodie.

I climbed into my bed cocooned myself in my blanket and hoped I'd be able to sleep.

A/N/ Remy and Emile are Virgil's parents if that wasn't already clear-