Virgil's Journal (Sander Sides | Prinxiety)

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10th October 2020

Okay, I set up the imagination. I decided to invite him just on a day out to talk. Yeah, I really couldn't think of anything else.
Short and sweet am I right?

Who am I kidding, this isn't creative at all.. he'll hate it, he'll hate me. What's the point in even telling him anymore? I cant even fucking s-

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"Hey, Virge!" Princey interrupted me as I hid the journal.
"Whatcha up too?"
He says, sitting down next to me. I fidgeted my hands as my thoughts were screaming at me.

"Oh, u-uhm not much.." I shifted around in my seat.
"Hey, uhm- do you wanna- maybe-.."
I paused, struggling to catch my breath.
He placed his hand on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me.
I cleared my throat, "I was wondering if you- you wanted to just hang out.. or something?"
I ask, scratching the back of my neck.
He looked at me and almost laughed. Shit.. I fucked it up, of course, of course he would do this. He never changed, he still hates me, he's always hated me, he will never love a worthless piece of shit like m-

"VIRGIL!" I snapped out of my trance, "I said of course I will, you don't have to be nervous about it, emo." He spoke with a warm smile and calming eyes. I looked up to him, a genuine smile plastered on my face.
"Well? What are we waiting for? You have anything in mind?"

"Oh! Y-yeah, yeah, to the imagination." I say as he cocked a brow, I shook it off and led him to the imagination room.