The Only Exception | Analogical

Isolated

Virgil's P.O.V.

"Patton," I chuckled, walking with him to his car, "you're honestly adorable."

Patton gave me a wide, adorable smile, fixing his crooked glasses. He had just let slip that he had developed feelings for someone, and then when I commented on it, proceeded to get flustered. He had a big heart, and I admit, he was rather attractive. Not my type, but attractive.

"You seem distracted, Virge," Patton broke me from my thoughts. I chuckled lightly and shook my head, shedding my hoodie.

"Oh, no, I just... Kinda got lost in thought, Pat," I mumbled, giving him a smile. I slid into his passenger seat, pulling my phone and AUX cord from my bag. My phone lit up with a message from my dad.

Dad: Sorry, kiddo, your mom and I won't be back for a few more weeks.

Virgil: oh, ok. thanks for letting me know, dad. love you, have a good trip.

I never understood why my dad always went with my mom when she went on trips for her work. It just meant I was alone most of the time. It's not like I had any friends besides the one already occupied with my brother.

"Virge? You look upset," Patton's voice cut through my frustration. I sighed and looked away from my phone, instead looking to Patton.

"My parents are gonna be gone for a few more weeks," I started, voice shaking a tiny bit, "Pat, do you know what it's like to sit alone for days, even weeks, at a time? It's dark, it's quiet, and it's lonely."

Patton looked over at me, a sad smile across his face, and he shook his head.

"No, Virge, I can't say I do, but it sounds terrible. Do you want me to stay with you until Roman gets home tonight?" The older boy offered, giving me his kindest, warmest smile. I felt a warm tear roll down my face, and I nodded.

"I'd like that a lot."

"Great! Can I ask a friend to join us," Patton asked, tilting his head.

My mind began to race. Could this be the start of actual friendships for me without having to put myself out there?

"That would be great, Pat."

Logan's P.O.V.

I had just gotten home when my phone lit up. Patton had texted me.

Patton: Hey, Lo!
Patton: I was wondering if you wanted to come over to Roman's.
Patton: His little brother could really use a friend right now, and I think you guys should meet.
Patton: You have a lot in common, actually.

I sighed, removing my glasses and rubbing the bridge of my nose at his formatting.

Logan: Yes, Patton, just allow me 30 minutes to talk to my mother.

Patton: Okay!!! See you then!!!

I put my phone in my pocket and opened my front door, taking note of my mother sitting on the couch with her feet pulled up on the middle cushion. On the table sat a bowl of soup, still steaming from cooking. She looked over her shoulder upon hearing the door open and smiled.

"Hi, sweetheart. How was your day," She asked, reaching out over the back of the couch to grab my hand. I smiled and obliged, taking her small hand in my own.

"It went well, Mother," I answered, running my thumb across the top of her hand. She gave me a small smile and turned around so she was facing me.

"You seem to be thinking about something, dear," she informed me, using her other hand to straighten my tie a bit.

"Well, Mother, I usually am thinking," I replied, a small smirk present on my face, "but I was going to inform you that Patton has asked me to meet him at Roman's house. I promise I'll be home to watch our program tonight."

My mother smiled, giving a nod and kissing the top of my hand, "Of course, sweetheart. I'm just glad you're going out and having fun with your friends. I'll see you tonight."

I stepped around the couch and hugged her, closing my eyes and burying my face in her shoulder.

"Go, Logan. Have fun. You deserve it."

Patton's P.O.V.

In all the years I'd known Virgil, I'd never seen his bedroom. It was a lot neater than I expected, his black curtains drawn, his bed, complete with black and gray bedding, topped with at least 8 pillows ranging from gray to black to purple. Instead of a tv, Virgil had a little mounted shelf for his books, journals, and sketch pads. That was one thing he and Roman both loved, art. Roman was more on the side of viewing art, but loved performing arts, while Virgil was just the opposite, creating artworks of some sort and avoiding the spotlight.

"Sorry it's a bit of a mess in here," Virgil apologized, gently pushing past me to pick up some of his dirty laundry, which was the only real messy part of his bedroom. Well, that and his small stash of food and drinks hidden inside the seat of the bay window.

"What? Virge, it's, like, really clean in here, kiddo. My room's way worse than this." I chuckled, my mind wandering to all of the sentiments and pieces of my memories I had tucked away in random parts of my room.

"Thanks, Pat," he said, voice low. He picked up a small, purple object and smiled a bit before putting it away in one of his drawers, "Is there anything you're wanting to do?"

I shook my head, gently running a hand over a small stack of Evanescence CDs on his desk. They were neatly stacked, organized in chronological order. I looked around the room and noticed a few more things from the band.

"You really like them, huh?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. Virgil took a second to register what I said, but then nodded.

"Y-Yeah. They're my favorite band," he said with a little shrug. I didn't remember having ever heard any of their music, which was weird since Virgil always listened to his music when we went anywhere. I was about to speak up when I heard the doorbell. 

Oh! He's here!

A/N: And another chapter done. If anyone's really enjoying this story, I would appreciate someone letting me know, so I know if I'm producing content people want. But as always, remember to take care of yourself and love everyone!