Roman P.O.V.
Anxiety. I keep repeating that name in my head. Anxiety. Is he..? No, it can't be! Anxiety... I need to talk to Logan about this...
''Logan?'' I scream in the hallway.
''Yes?'' he replies from the kitchen.
''Could you come here for a minute?''
''Alright.''
He walks up the stairs and knocks on my door. I let him come in and he sits on my bed.
''What is it?''
''I think I figured out who wrote the letters.''
''Really? Who?''
''I think 'A' is Virgil...''
He looked at me confused.
''Virgil? Why Virgil? His name doesn't even start with the letter 'A'! Oh wait...''
''The 'A' isn't for anonymous or admirer, it's for Anxiety! Plus, in his poems he wrote 'I am brighter when I'm with you.' because, you know, he is the 'Dark Side'. He also wrote that he doesn't sleep because he is thinking of me which is another hint because he rarely sleeps! It all makes sense!'' I said with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
''That would also explain the fingerprint on the letter!''
We stare at each other for a couple of seconds before realizing what that meant.
''So, that means Virgil, likes, me?'' I ask Logan. He nods.
Virgil P.O.V.
Well, my plan didn't work out the way I planned... Not only did I not find the letters, but when I left, Roman repeated my name in a whisper. This is bad. This is so bad! What am I going to do now! A knock interrupts my thoughts. Uh oh... This better not be Roman or I'm gonna have a panic attack...
''Um... who-who is it?''
''It's Patton! Can I come in?''
Right on time!
''Oh yeah, the door isn't locked.''
He opens the door and comes in with a pizza slice on a plate. It smells absolutely delicious!
''Here. I brought you a pizza. You didn't touch your food earlier and nobody can refuse a pizza.''
''Thanks Pat...''
''No problem kiddo! I'll see ya la-''
''Actually, can we talk?''
''Oh of course!'' he closes the door and sits beside me on my bed. ''What's shaking bacon?''
''Don't - Don't say that ever again... It's weird.''
''Okay, well is 'What's up?' alright?''
''Yeah that's better. Anyways, I think Roman figured it out.''
''Figured what out?''
''You know what I'm talking about!''
''Oh! Are you talking about those pirate letters you keep in your drawer?'' he replied.
"What?! No! Those are not pirate letters!"
"Yeah, sure." he says, winking at me.
I look at him and he seems amused. Patton knows that I don't like to talk about that kind of thing so why would he joke about it? He should know what I'm talking about! Or should he...