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Virgil leaned against the side of the stage. Rehearsals for the schools fall musical had
ended over twenty minutes ago, but Roman was still speaking to the teacher. Virgil would have
caught a ride with Logan, but Logan had made it very clear that driving Virgil would be illegal.
So Virgil just got a ride from Romans mom every day. It was a little awkward at first, but
anything is better than the crowded and loud bus.
Sliding down to a sitting position came very soon with his thoughts. No matter how much
he played that he was awake, he couldn't deny that he was exhausted when he spent one of his
few moments alone. Virgil focused his eyes on a certain chair in the 3rd row. The 7th one from
the left to be exact. Everything else blurred out of focus as all his concentration went to that one
chair.
The hand on his arm startled him all the way to his bones.It was clearly Roman, wearing
that stupid grin of his. The blinding one. The one that made Virgil believe that Roman was an
early 2000's jock love interest in a Disney channel original movie. The fact that he was wearing
his brothers Letterman jacket just supported the image.
"Ready to go?" Roman asked, dragging Virgil to his feet with a single pull. Virgil's heart
soared and the touch but he had to play it cool. So he scoffed and snarkily replied, "Am i ready?
Ask yourself that, Mr. Ill be back in 5 minutes."
Roman had the decency to look a little sorry. Virgil's bag hung heavy on his shoulder as
Roman pulled him up the stairs and out of the auditorium.
Stepping outside, they stopped under
the overhang. Icy water hit the ground, forming a puddle not even a foot away.
Romans grin didn't dampen with the rainy weather. "Guess we'll have to run for it," he
shot that grin again, "Lets hope you don't melt!" Virgil rolled his eyes, having half a mind to
shove Roman into a puddle.
"I don't want to get wet" Virgil spoke out, glancing up at the overhang as the water hitting
it made a metallic ping. Roman tilted his head to the side at that statement. Virgil had a flash of
an image of a golden retriever. He shoved that down as fast as possible.
"Its flu season." Virgil
explained, glancing down at his scuffed up shoes. He was oddly embarrassed, considering the
fact that he had said much weirder things in Roman’s presence before.
Virgil heard a small thump and glanced up. Roman had dropped his bag and was sliding
out of Remus's jacket. Virgil's eyes followed the movement of Roman's arms, the puddle beside
them splashing from the pickup of the rain. Virgil let his eyes connect with Roman's and they
stepped closer until they were inches apart.
Roman draped the jacket over Virgil's head. Virgil
bit back and squeal and swallowed hard.
"Won't you get cold?" Virgil asked, sounding oddly strangled.
Roman raised his
eyebrows and made an expression that Virgil could not identify. "I am the dashing prince my
darling in distress," Roman's face fell into an easy smile as he spoke, "the warmth of your heart
is enough to keep me warm.
Virgil wanted to die. He really hoped that the heat on his face could be easily blamed on
the weather. Roman picked up his bag and swung it over his shoulder. He held out his hand to
Virgil. "Into the rain my storm-cloud." Virgil rolled his eyes and took his hand getting yanked
forward.
The pressure on his hand covered the ice water in his shoes as they ran towards the car,
splashing on the ground, through the rain.