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Logan Crofters sat in his dorm room, sitting at his desk with maths work in front of him. There was certainly a lot of work to do, and he wanted to get it all done before his video call with his parents. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, checking the time. It was 8pm, so not too late but he only had an hour or two to complete everything. Luckily his roommate was out, partying or something. The two didn’t talk often as Logan always worked and the roommate always partied.
“Sheeerlooock!” A voice called from the corridor, a recognisable voice and arguably Logan’s favourite voice: his best friend Virgil Black. He knew that sounded very gay, but he was – and Virgil made that obvious. “What you doin’?”
“Work.”
“At 8pm? What happened to your sleep schedule?” Virgil laughed, sitting just outside of Logan’s eyesight on Logan’s bed. This situation was very predictable, Virgil disturbing Logan’s school work ‘just because he felt like it’. “When’s it due then?”
“The 21st…” Logan mumbled again, sorting through papers and scribbling down answers. He could sense Virgil thinking, calculating, in his head sorting through the dates.
“So you have just over two weeks to do it?”
Logan only nodded and carried on working. He had some peace and quiet, and at some point Virgil would help that peace by getting his headphones and sitting nearby, just relaxing with music and a game on his phone. Their friendship was just that – they could relax together and not even speak to each other. Sometimes there’d be a maths question Virgil needed answering but apart from that they enjoyed each other’s silence. Logan flinched spotting Virgil’s veiny hand appear suddenly in front of what he was writing. He dropped his pencil immediately. “You can do that tomorrow, we’re going out tonight.” Logan turned his head, expecting to see his best friend’s usual smile but instead he had a gay panic.
Black lipstick graced on Virgil’s lips, shining in the slight moonlight, along with thick eyeliner above Virgil’s dark brown eyes on top of his usual dark eyeshadow. He could feel his cheeks heating up just looking at his best friend, desiring to touch his lips while he spoke. “We’re going out to a party. ‘Rho Sigma Chi’ is having a gay night in their frat house and we have to go and score a frat boy.” Logan managed to tear his eyes away from Virgil’s lips with his jaw almost falling. Virgil was amazing – and not just because of his Red Jumpsuit Apparatus t-shirt and ripped black jeans. “God Lo you’re tired – but we’re going to get you dressed up and looking hot alright?”
Logan nodded and followed Virgil to his wardrobe. Virgil inspected all of Logan’s clothes, getting something out and then looking Logan up and down before placing the item back where it was. Logan just couldn’t stop staring, he was losing himself every second looking at the person in front of him. He loved him.
But Virgil definitely didn’t love him back. They were just best friends, Virgil told their mutual friends that the pair seemed like brothers. This was his first time freely exploring his identity whereas Logan had a boyfriend before he left for Florida. He shouldn’t be tied down just yet, especially with the lame nerd Logan was. There was an attraction there but it was definitely one way.
“Perfect! Cheesy maths joke, Star Wars beanie and some skinny jeans – very you.” Virgil smirked as he placed the clothes in Logan’s hands. The red face had seemed to be ignored – thus far. “I’m going to leave for 5 minutes and you better be changed by then.”
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Virgil and Logan walked into the frat house together. Lots of rainbow, alcohol, and making out. They stood awkwardly for a few minutes together, by a window, until Logan braved the crowd to get the two of them a drink. He didn’t come back.
Virgil wasn’t sure what to expect from the frat party. He supposed he thought that the perfect man would just walk up to him and start a conversation; then they would fall in love, date, get married and live their lives together in perfect harmony. Granted he wanted that handsome stranger to be Logan but it couldn’t be that way. When he started to get thirsty Virgil stood and went through the crowd, either finding his best friend or getting a drink.
He managed to find a free sink and got some water. The only other drinks available was alcohol and even though there was no security at this party Virgil didn’t want to risk getting drunk and embarrassing himself. Next was finding his best friend.
He walked slower through the party this time, enjoying the atmosphere as much as he could even though it would usually cause him to panic. But it was a completely male gay frat party so Virgil didn’t mind looking a few people up and down with a small smirk and daydreaming about a conversation with them. A few did start conversations but it was a complete turn off. They were almost unintelligible and only a few were drunk, most just didn’t have any good conversation skills unlike the conversations he had with Logan that always flowed like smooth butter.
He eventually found his best friend. He was under the moonlight with another man, holding his hands and mid a romantic kiss. It looked like a Disney movie, it looked like love – and it hurt like hell. He wanted that. No, he needed that. He needed to feel that happiness, and he longed for that love with Logan. But the man was fit and tall with golden blond hair, an absolute dreamboat unlike the awkward and ugly teenager Virgil still was. Logan deserved that hot Ken and not the awkward best friend.
Virgil sat on the grass and sipped his water. He didn’t want to look up at his best friend’s happiness. It felt wrong to just be sitting there while his best friend was kissed. But he eventually heard a voice. “Virgil? Bud are you alri-“
“Oh come on don’t you want to have some fun?” The Ken giggled, holding onto Logan while Logan tried to walk closer. The Ken’s voice was slurred and Logan seemed to find that annoying.
“I need to go to my friend, leave me alone.” Logan murmured trying to free himself from Ken’s grasp. Ken just giggled and ignored, trying to take Logan into another kiss. Virgil would feel like he was intruding but Logan definitely didn’t seem to like all the attention. Ken tried mumbling a few more words while Logan’s movements only got more sharp and annoyed; Logan scowled hearing ‘my king’ come out of Ken’s mouth (a nickname probably given because of his thick British accent) until he finally shouted at him making others look over. “ENOUGH! I SAID MAYBE TO THE ‘FUN’ – NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Ken seemed to obey that command and ducked into the darkness. Logan took a breath and smiled at Virgil, walking over and sitting next to him. “Sorry for leaving you, I got a little – distracted…” Logan laughed at the last word, scratching the back of his neck and looking up at the night sky.
“It’s alright. He was hot.” Virgil said with a smile, shuffling closer to Logan and looking him over. There wasn’t a mark on him to look at – but Logan’s face just seemed so interesting. He then looked up at the stars like Logan was doing. His thoughts seemed chaotic. He couldn’t handle that at all seeing Logan locking lips with someone else. Maybe he was a jealous friend or maybe he did really want to be Logan’s lover.
Virgil’s eyes landed on Logan’s face again. He definitely loved Logan, with all his heart and maybe some more. He knew what he had to do. He needed to date Logan just to get it out of him – or maybe encourage something else within him and spend the rest of his life with his best friend. But not now, now it was too chaotic around them.
So they stayed together and watched the stars, in silence and small whispers, as well as a lot of love hidden like make-up covering the true indentations of a face.