9:56pm
I had parents evening today in school and MULTIPLE teachers commented on the fact I seemed sad in school recently
BITCH IS CALLED BEING IN YEAR 11 LIKE WHAT
This is uhhh dedicated to what's their naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame...... disneyintrovert
Au
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Virgil grabbed their card from their pocket, trying to keep their jittery hands under control as they shakily asked for the food they had wanted. This was the first time they had bought anything from the school canteen due to the fact their parents were becoming worried about their weight, and they had promised them they would try, which was what they were doing right now - fulfilling their promise.
They placed their card on the scanner and waited a few moments before subtracting it away. The person behind the till scrunched her eyebrows together, holding their food that was wrapped up in a paper bag. "Swipe again, sweetie" she requested politely, but her kindness didn't deter the anxiety that slowly enlarged in their stomach. Swiping again and again, each time the card didn't work, until in the end the lady frowned apologetically.
"I'm sorry, sweet, looks like you have no money" Virgil paled, they were sure they had put money onto their account earlier that morning! Had they forgot? Did they do it wrong? Did the machine take their money and not put it onto their account? Shit. Now they were panicking. Especially when they glanced to their right and saw angry glares from other students who wanted to eat their food.
They stuttered out a quick apology and fumbled for something to do when someone grabbed their own card and swiped it across the scanner - the lady didn't notice and paused for a moment before grinning and handing Virgil's food over. "Oops! Sorry, have a nice lunch! Next!" She called with a grin, turning to the next person in the cue who had paid for Virgil's lunch. They stared in bewilderment at the student who wore black glasses and a blue, ironed tie until they flushed and hurried across the cafeteria, not knowing whether or not to stay and pay the tie-wearing stranger back, or to just never speak to him again.
Sitting awkwardly at an empty table, they slowly began to eat their food, worriedly going over options and deliberating each one until they felt a presence sitting before them. Looking up, they gulped when seeing the same student who paid for their lunch sitting there with his own food placed neatly onto the table on a plate he seemed to be examining. He tutted after a moment, but picked up his fork, and gracefully placed some chips into his mouth nonetheless.
"I have not come here to ask for my money back" he explained once swallowing his food, "but if you haven't noticed I am new here - and I thought that was one way to, at least, become friends with someone" he explained, taking a quick sip from his bottle of water. "A teacher recommended I gain a friend, as I do not know the layout of the school. That does not mean I will be using you, but I suppose I have felt quite lonely recently. If you want, we can become friends. However, if you wish for me to leave you alone, I will not have any quarrels"
Virgil blinked, staring at the student who spoke in a rather posh British accent. It suited him, in a way, plus with the way he spoke, he talked like he was smarter than the other braindead students that attended this school. Virgil wouldn't be surprised. What made them confused though was the fact they wanted to become their friend; the boy seemed like a nerd, so why doesn't he try and become friends with the nerd cliques? What's so special about Virgil? They're the lonely, outcasted emo, nothing special.
Virgil expected the boy would abandon them after a few weeks, so they were hesitant, but they knew they would feel terrible if they completely shut down his offer, so in the end they nodded their head slowly and sheepishly. "Uh...sure..." they bit into their food, eyes drilling into the white, porcelain table. "Satisfactory" the student replied, quirking his lips into what Virgil thinks is a smile? "I am Logan" with that, he wiped his hand on a napkin Virgil didn't even know the school gave out before holding it over the table.
After a moment, Virgil slowly shook it back, sending him a tiny kink of the lips back. "Virgil"
And that is how their blossoming friendship began.
One month later...
"Am I really your first friend?" Virgil questioned, picking up a Rubix Cube from Logan's set of shelves. The boy looked up from their shared pile of homework they both decided to do over the smarter boys house. He adjusted his glasses, lifting his shoulders up loosely. "Yes. I do not understand how that is so hard to understand. I moved around too much as a child; and I am not that desirable, anyhow" he replied, not even missing a beat at the self-deprivation. Virgil paused for a moment, slowly lifting their eyes to gaze at the boy who shuffled around his room, grabbing pens and pencils for them both.
Hmm, Virgil thought, they had a lot to learn about this boy.
One month later...
"Are you sure this outing is not school-related?" Logan asked for what felt like the millionth time. Virgil even groaned, sending Logan a playful glare. "Yes you moron! Jeez, it's like you think you're only good enough for school" Virgil drawled, watching his expression, hoping they would see some amusement cross his features, but when he looked confused, Virgil drew their eyebrows together.
"I do, yes" Logan said slowly, feeling like he replied correctly, but when Virgil stopped moving and started at him in silence for a moment, he obviously assumed wrong.
"You're not just a nerd, you're a good friend" Virgil stuffed their hands into their jacket as they spoke, watching Logan turn his head to the side to think about what Virgil had said - unbeknownst to the darkly dressed emo, their words made a weird, warm feeling blossom through his chest down to his heart. He rubbed his chest for a moment, sending Virgil a polite smile.
"Thank you"
One month later...
"I'm...non-binary" Virgil managed shakily, staring at Logan who sat opposite them on their bed, soft purple and dark sheets laid out under them. "That means you use they and them pronouns, correct?" Logan pondered, making Virgil feel a flicker of hope light up in their stomach - this must mean Logan isn't going to treat them any differently, right?
"Yeah...is...is that okay?" They questioned, shuffling their sleeves over their hands.
Logan nodded, "of course; why would it not be? If it calms your nerves at all, I am homoromantic"
Virgil felt a brief smile wash across their lipstick-blackened lips. "It does..."
One month later...
"Who d'you want to have your first kiss with?" Virgil mumbled into the night air surrounding the two, both the teens' gaze focused on the starry sky high above. Logan lifted his head to lay his arm under it, propping himself up more comfortably as he watched the stars twinkle and glow. "The person I love. I do not think someone will requite my romantic feelings, though" his voice sounded a little solemn, even if he tried to be indifferent about it.
"Someone will" Virgil reassured him, turning their head to the side, sending him a reassuring look when Logan looked back at them.
"Trust me"
One month later...
"Is this okay?" Virgil whispered, trembling in Logan's arms. The smarter boy clutched them tighter, as a silent sign this was more than alright. "Of course it is" Logan murmured into the darkness, although his room lit up by the lightening from outside, the pound of thunder making Virgil flinch in his arms, shuffling impossibly further against him, face buried into his chest.
Virgil always hated the fact they had feared thunder, but now they couldn't be more grateful they were. Being held by the boy they had been crushing on for so long felt more exhilarating than they ever thought it would - especially as Logan had such a strong, protective grip, like he was trying his hardest to keep Virgil from falling into a panic attack, letting them know they were safe as long as they were with him.
In fact, that was exactly what Logan was thinking, he just wished Virgil knew that.
One month later...
"Virgil?"
Said teen hummed in response.
"Would this be a bad time to tell you how much I...like you?"
Virgil snorted, somehow finding humour even if with one slip they could easily fall to their death. Gripping Logan as he was their lifeline, they grinned at the boy who had one hand on the broken railing, the other tightly wrapped around Virgil's arm, stopping them from slipping any further off the edge of the cliff.
"I like you too, dork"
"That is...reassuring to know. Now, please help me, because if I lose you know I fear I will never be happy again"
Virgil felt their heart clench, using their summoned strength from the burst of adrenaline to haul them self up, falling onto the grass on top of Logan, laughing into his chest while also breathing heavily.
Logan couldn't respond, all he could do was hug Virgil, close his eyes, and smile.
He gasped when he felt a pair of lips press against his for a moment. Snapping open his eyes, he stared at Virgil, perplexed.
The teen smirked.
"Told you someone would requite them"
And their blossomed friendship turned into an everlasting flower of romance.
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Fucking cheesy ending but I'm a poet WHAT can I say.
Hann better be awake I swear to god-
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