*Roman POV*

We unmask the Rockview kids and my heart almost stops. One is none other than my brother, Remus Royalaton. No one in this group besides me and Logan knows he's my brother. Thankfully, it's dark and he has an ugly mustache now, so its a little harder to see our similarities. I don't recognize the guy he's with.

"Both of you. Out. NOW! Before I call the police for trespassing." I command.

 Logan and I drag them both out. I tell the rest of the group to keep searching. Once we're a safe distance away from the party, I ask Remus,

"Tell me, in what universe did you think it's ok to come to me and Mom's house, uninvited and cause a scene?" I start berating him, "Regardless of the party, I thought it was made explicitly clear when you chose Dad that you were not welcome on the property without express permission from me or Mom? Or did none of that get through your thick skull?"

He looks over at his partner in crime.

"You didn't tell me this was his party." He says.

"I didn't know. Blame Erik, he told me about it." The other guy answers.

They start to argue.

"Both of you shut up." Logan says, "Here's what's going to happen. You will leave the premises, you will pay the cost of the sweatshirt, and you will leave Virgil alone."

"Or else what?" The other boy asks, smirking.

"We will file a police report for trespassing and destruction of personal property. If you really make me angry, we can also add in all the evidence of vandalism from over the years." Logan answers, his voice cold.

They both look a little worried.

"Fine. Here's a ten, but its none of your business whether or not I talk to Virgil." He says, handing Logan some cash.

They book it out of there, and we go back to the party. I look at the time, it's a little past 10:30. I see Remy come in, holding several coffees and shouting for people. It looks like he made another Starbucks stop.

"So, did they really throw someone's sweatshirt in the fire? That's crazy dangerous." I say.

Logan nods. Then rushes out to the backyard. I don't go after him, but rather look for Patton to give him an update on the situation.

*Virgil POV*

I stand by the fire. It's roaring high now, and its way to dangerous to grab my sweatshirt. Logan goes speeding off after the person who did this. There's only one person I know who would make such a low attack. Janus. Remus was probably involved too. I collapse onto the grass, watching my precious hoodie burn. It was a gift from my middle school best friend, and when I got it it was huge. I've grown into it over the years and even found a way to make it bigger. It meant everything to me, and Janus knew that. I watch it crumble to ashes in the fire, and something in me just deflates. This never would have happened if I didn't try to break up with Jan. If only I had waited, we could have worked things out. I suddenly feel sick, and rush inside and to the bathroom right as Logan was coming back out. 

I make it to the bathroom and the two bags of gummies I had come right back up. I'm there for what feels like hours, heaving and my head starts to feel dizzy. I hear a knock on the door.

"Occu-" I start to puke again, "Pied."

The door opens and Logan walks in.

"Are you ok?" He asks.

I continue to hurl into the toilet.

"I'm gonna let you answer that," I say.

Logan smirks, "I meant emotionally. I can clearly see you're sick. I told you not to eat all of that sugar." He says.

"Well I broke up with my boyfriend, he destroyed one of my prized possessions, I'm questioning my existence and I feel like murdering someone, so I think I'm fine overall." I say, "I mean, besides the whole, 'he destroyed one of my prized possessions' thing."

Logan looks at me, concerned. I smile, then throw up again.

"Can you get me some water?" I ask.

Logan nods and goes to the kitchen. He comes back with a glass of water that I gulp down in a few seconds. My head still hurts, just not as much now. 

"It's 10:45, people will start clearing out soon." He says.

"Great. I can puke in peace then." I say sarcastically.

Logan grins a bit. After a few minutes, I say,

"I think I'm good. I'm going to go enjoy the last few minutes of this party." 

I get up and walk to the kitchen. I see, on the table, one jar of Crofters jam left. I had seen a few there before, but I don't know who'd be eating straight jam. I shrug, it could be anyone. I decide I am one of them, as a grab the jar and a spoon. Logan sees me a minute later and stops.

"Is that the last jar of Crofters?" He asks.

"Maybe.." I say.

Logan just goes over to the cabinet and pulls out another jar.

"Not anymore." He says, grabbing a spoon.

He opens the jar and starts eating it. That answers my question. From the other room, I hear Roman's voice.

"Ok guys, wrap it up. Curfew's 11 you got 12 minutes to beat it." He says.

Everyone starts clearing out. Then I remember something.

"Aw crud. Can you drive me home? I don't have a ride and my parents are probably asleep." I ask Logan.

Remus and Jan had given me a ride here. Sort of. They dropped me off a few blocks down near a cafe. I told them I needed to meet someone there. They probably didn't believe me and followed me to the party. Right before I entered I ended it with Jan.

"I didn't drive here, but I know someone who lives in your apartment complex that can drive you." Logan offers.

I agree and he goes into the crowd. I see him talking to a boy in a Steven Universe shirt. After a minute Logan comes back.

"Thomas says he can't." He says.

Logan thinks for a minute. He goes back into the crowd and comes out with someone's car keys. For a second I think he stole someone's, but then I remember that this is Logan, not Jan, and he wouldn't steal.

"Roman says I can borrow his car. Let's get you home before curfew." Logan says.

I nod, and we rush outside. Logan unlocks the car and we get in and drive to my apartment. 

We arrive, and Logan pulls into the parking lot. I'm thanking him as I get out.

"It was no problem." He says, "And Virgil?"

I turn around.

"Yeah?"

He looks like he wants to tell me something.

"I-I hope you had a good time. Overall." He says.

"Yeah. I did. Thanks for inviting me." I say.

*Logan POV*

Virgil walks away and I feel like slapping myself. I had almost told him! I was so close, why didn't I? I drive back to Roman's house in shame. Patton and I are staying the night again. I walk in through the front door.

"Hey kiddo, what's got you down?" Patton asks.

"Nothing Patton. I'm fine." I say.

He raises his eyebrow.

"It's just that- um," I start to say, "We're out of Crofters." 

Patton laughs and Roman enters to room, looking tired.

"I finally got everyone out. I swear to god if I see my brother again I'm gonna kill him." He says.

"Why?" Patton asks.

"I second that, with his partner in crime," I add.

"Am I missing something?" Patton asks.

"Yes," I say, "Remus and his friend Jan were also friends with Virgil, and tonight he broke up with Jan, and then they came here and threw Virgil's sweatshirt into the fire," I explain.

"So that's what I saw in there. Yeah, its a pile of charred fabric now." Patton says.

I flinch slightly. Virgil seemed pretty distraught after it burned. 

"I'm pretty tired, can we set up our stuff and go to sleep?" I ask.

They both agree and we set up our stuff in the basement again. I take the air mattress and fall asleep in minutes.

Uh oh, what did the snek boi do? Will there be revenge, angst, and fluff? Probably. Also, I'm planning a really long chapter for my other book, so I might not update it today. I hope you enjoyed reading! Please feel free to leave any thought, feedback, theories, and more in the comments and have a delightful day you magnificent peep!