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"Look, Patton... I don't know about this."
"Please? Virge, it's just one date. And the guy is so sweet! I've known him since kindergarten, and I think you'll actually like him."
Virgil death-glared at a pillow in his best attempt to shut Patton up through the phone, but it didn't help. He just sighed. "Tell me about him again?"
"Yay! Okay, so, he's super gay."
"Well, I sure hope he wouldn't be straight," Virgil muttered.
"Hush, child. He has brown hair and dark brown eyes. He's, uh, I don't know, like, five six? No, five four. He's short, okay? He's got sass like you, and he's super artistic, and he's a fantastic kisser."
"Dude..."
"That I've heard, Virgil! I haven't kissed him!" Patton paused. "Logan did in high school."
Virgil whispered a few choice words under his breath and promptly ignored the lecture he got from Patton about his language. Should he go on this date? This blind date? Where he had to trust Patton's judgement of character one hundred fucking percent? Sure, Pat was a great guy, and he had great friends (Virgil not included), but he also tended to be a lot more trusting of bad people. Could Virgil take his word?
"Virge?"
Damn it! "Fine."
"Ah, yay! I'm so glad. Okay, the date's gonna be on Friday at five at the Star and Moon Diner."
Virgil smiled. "Pat, it seems like you just want to promote your husband's business."
"He is a perfectly capable twenty one year old, and he doesn't need me to be setting up blind dates to succeed. Plus, you love the food there, so shut your stupid mouth up."
"Fine, fine. I appreciate you helping me find a gay to date."
"No problem. Love you, kiddo!"
"Love you, too. Bye."
"Bye!"
Virgil was freaking the fuck out. He only had an hour until his date, and he still had no idea what to wear. He shouldn't go fancy because, you know, diner. But, then again, he shouldn't go casual because he was going on a date. What the fuck do people wear on dates with strangers? Normally, he'd ask Roman for advice. The little (literally) spitfire was his go-to for fashion, but his roommate was, unfortunately, out with Patton. What they were doing was completely unbeknownst to Virgil, and it was a fucking nightmare for him.
What do I do? What do I do?
Virgil whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to his roommate.
V: hey, ro, what does one wear on a date?
R: Well if you get lucky hopefully nothing
Well, this was a mistake.
V: ha ha, asshole. I meant, what should I wear on this date I have tonight?
R: That purple plaid button up looks pretty snazzy on you so I'd go with that and some of your standard skinny jeans
V: ripped or non ripped?
R: Ripped. Girls love ripped skinny jeans
Okay, well, that wasn't helpful to the friendly neighborhood homosexual.
V: thanks. have fun with Patton, yeah?
R: Yeah TTYL
Virgil chucked his phone on the bed. Well, Roman usually knew what he was doing, so he decided to trust his roommate. God, this is stupid, he thought as he changed. He paused again when he needed to pick out shoes, but Virgil ultimately picked a pair of slightly less worn out black hightops.
Looking in the mirror, the outfit didn't seem to be too awful. That was good. That was a step in the right direction. Then, Virgil glanced at his clock and realized that he only had five minutes to get to the diner. Thank god that it was just a block from his dorm.
He made it, actually, with a minute to spare. He pushed the doors of the diner open and stepped inside, greeting Logan, who was behind the counter. His eyes scanned the room for someone who met the description, but he only saw Roman sitting at one of the small tables in the corner. He must be running late, Virgil's mind supplied. Patton had never told him about his blind date's time management skills, so he was bound to be arriving in just a few minutes. In the meantime, he wanted to talk to Roman.
"Hey, Prince Charming! How's it going? I thought you were hanging out with Patton tonight."
Roman jolted, looking up at Virgil in surprise. "Hi, sorry. I'm great. And yeah, I was for a bit, but he was just helping me get ready for a date. What are you doing here?"
"Pat set me up with a guy, and our date is here--oh, shit!"
That made sense.
Roman gave his signature confused puppy look. "Huh?"
"We're the ones who are supposed to be dating"
"What--OH! Oh. Oh." Roman took in all of that confusion, finally understanding the situation like Virgil. "Wait, you're gay?"
"I--yeah. I'm pretty damn homosexual. And you?"
"Same."
Virgil stood in silence for a moment before awkwardly announcing, "I'm going to sit down now."
Roman just laughed, ducking his head to hide the blush on his cheeks. It was surprisingly cute. "Do you, uh... Are you dissatisfied to find out that I'm your date?" The worry was evident in the way that Roman had hunched his tiny form down even more, and his hands were tearing apart the biodegradable space napkins from the diner.
"No! Roman, oh my god, no! I've had a crush on you for a long while, but I just put it off because I thought you were straight."
"First of all, have you met me?" Roman glanced to his shirt that literally had rainbows on it (Virgil had seen him wear it multiple times). "Second, me too."
"Hi, wait, what?"
"Dude, you're hot. I don't know what to tell you." It was Virgil's turn to blush now, and he hid behind his hands until Roman gently led one away, holding it gently. "Hey, can you look at me?" Roman's voice was so soft and caring; it was so unlike his usual dramatics.
Virgil nodded and lifted his head up. He was so embarrassed. Of course Patton had been talking about Roman. Who else was a five foot four sassy artist? Who else had known Patton since kindergarten and went to their university. Virgil just felt like an idiot.
"Virge, honey. It's okay. I know that you're feeling anxious right now, and that's okay. I'll do most of the talking today, huh? I mean, I normally do, but... You know." Roman's soft smile was so genuine, and it nearly made Virgil burst out into (happy) tears on the spot. But Logan, the idiot with the worst timing possible, decided to come take their orders. Their conversation would have to wait.
The date, Virgil would later admit, was perfect. The food was great, the diner was great, and the night was perfect. Roman was pretty okay, too. And them ending up being roommates was just a major plus in the end. They were able to make out in Roman's ridiculously large bed and then fall asleep there without worrying about invasive roommates. And Virgil's pajamas were literally a two second walk away into the next room, so... Fucking score.
Patton credited himself for this genius plan (with minor help from Logan), and Virgil, honestly, couldn't have been happier.