Virgil's POV

After a while Roman and I had finished coating our nails like a couple of girls in a stereotypical high school movie  and were sitting around in my room both of us left to our own devices, some might even say we were vibing. I would probably say that actually.

We may be doing something I do on my own most of my time but it feels different when I'm with someone, kinda like it's less sad in a way and it feels less lonely.

We were both laying on my floor, it wasn't all that comfortable and there were better more comfortable places to vibe near by, but we're not like other boys if you catch my drift.

My parental figure who wears sunglasses inside for aesthetics came home soon, we could here what sounded like him setting down a drink then jumping onto the couch. Roman, who seemed slightly concerned but mostly amused, looked up from his phone at towards me.

Me being used hearing such audible drama I just shrugged.

"That's the sound of a Starbucks worker who is fed up with rude customers and doesn't wish to come into contact with another person who wants to speak to you manager because they don't like your attitude." I said looking at my closed door.

"Oh so it's Remy then, he's okay right?"

I thought for a moment. Normally he's okay just really fed up with how some people treat other people, but there's a first time for everything I guess.

"Well we could go check, there is something I've been meaning to tell him."

Roman and I stood up and walked out of my room, and of course the prince did the completely unnecessary thing of holding the door open for me. The best part about that is I opened the door already.

In the living room was my caffeinated father laying on the couch with his legs swung over the arm rest. There was mostly ice left in his Starbucks cup that he had set onto the coffee table. We have coasters but no one remembers or really cares enough to actually use them.

He was on his phone not looking at us

Roman looked at me, waiting for me to say the first thing.

He better not make a habit out of that.

"You good fham?" I said being the socially inept individual I am.

"Someone yelled at a coworker for misspelling her name for a solid three minutes then got mad because no one told her to have a nice day, she then demanded to talk to the manager. You'd think the story was over but no no no she then proceed to get all mad at manager for hiring us. Everyone in a ten mile radius was hella uncomfortable. She stormed out, left her drink, and said she'd never come back."

"Wow, that sounds great." I said.

My parental figure looked more exhausted then angry. I think I know how to amuse him.

"Oh and Roman thought you were straight." I added putting my hands into my hoodie pockets.

Roman looked horrified.

"Really? I'm gonna need a list of everything that made you think that so I can change it as soon as possible." My dad said sitting up straight and turning off his phone.

"Yeah I blame society for that one..." Roman said scratching the back of his neck.

"I guess that's a good enough excuse, but you're on thin freaking ice."

"Wait is dad hiding somewhere...? You're not the type to sensor yourself. Maybe you aren't even my dad! Maybe you're a shapeshifter!" I said giving my "father" an accusing  look.

"Okay so you've been watching way to much Supernatural recently."

Impossible.

"I don't know how I'm going to say this, we should've told you sooner but I feel like you have the right to know. Virgil you are adopted." My Starbucks worker father said in all seriousness as if I wasn't already completely aware of that fact.

I really wish I could say that he doesn't do this every week. Sometimes he catches me off guard and I think he actually telling me something.

I rolled my eyes and looked over at Roman who had been silent up until now.

He didn't seem the type to go to a friends house and stand by awkwardly while the friend talks to their parents.

"Don't be ridiculous, we both know that isn't true." What? I never said I didn't play along sometimes.

"Oh you've decided to humor me have you emo."

We then heard the generic Apple text "ding" from Roman's general direction. Roman sighed and pulled out his phone.

"Remus just texted me and said he told our parents that I would eat here so when they made dinner they didn't make me anything. So you guys mind if I eat here?" Roman said in a tone that indicated that this has happened before.

"I only know how to make Ramen and coffee, I can also boil pasta but I need adult supervision." My dad said.

Roman's gave me another look and I shrugged.

"We have pizza rolls in the freezer that I could make." I said.

Despite what he says I know my dad is a pretty good cook but he just doesn't want people knowing. My dad and I (my other dad) only know because he's made us some great stuff in the past and stated he only wanted to cook for family.

I think he does this to spite the word and to be lazy, which I can respect.

But it's true he's not allowed to boil pasta unsupervised, but that's because he writes ominous things in the steamed up microwave.

"Pizza rolls sound good I haven't had them in a while. My mom has been making us be extremely healthy all the time so jokes on Remus I guess." Roman says.

"Remus literally eats deodorant, I don't think he minds that much."

My dad looked very concerned at my comment but I was already digging through the the freezer before he could say anything.

I forced Roman to go to my room while I made the pizza ravioli to stop any awkward silence before it could get started.

Once the pizza rolls were finished I brought them into my room and set the plate that was so hot I had to put my hoodie sleeve in between the plate and my skin onto my desk where Roman was sitting with the chair facing the door.

"Destiny is mine!" Roman said quietly before reaching for the plate.

"Not so fast." I cautioned.

He glanced at me quickly grabbed a one of the pizza rolls and shoved it into his mouth. He made a face of regret and pain as the pizza roll betrayed him.

"Okay what did I just say." I said watching him suffer.

"What did I just say. I'm not gonna bring you snacks if you don't pace yourself." He glared are me.

Once he did get the offending pizza roll down though, it seemed like the prince had learned his lesson.

A/N/ quick question, do I pass the vibe check? I dunno