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Musical Sides, Chapter One
Virgil bolted into a sitting position on his bed as there was a loud honk from the driveway of his home. His head was spinning as he looked to his alarm clock, and he let out a loud curse. Seven forty-five pm?! School started at eight- SHIT!
Roman woke up as any Prince (the family name, not royalty) did, to the birds chirping happily and the smell of his older twin making his famous chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. He grinned pleasantly before he stretched, yawning widely before he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
Virgil heard the car honk again and he yanked himself out of his bed, nearly falling flat on his face as he kicked the tangled sheets off from around his legs. He shoved the doors to his balcony open and stumbled outside, falling against the railing. In the driveway was a familiar dark blue, BMW convertible. The roof was currently down, as it felt pretty nice this morning. Sitting in the driver’s seat was a familiar teen around his age, with light brown hair and black, square glasses. From behind those lens were cross blue eyes glaring up at him, fingertips drumming on top of the steering wheel. Virgil gulped.
If looks could kill, Logan would’ve killed him five times over by now.
“GIVE ME TEN MINUTES!” He shouted down at the car, then winced as he remembered the time on his alarm clock. “FIVE- FIVE MINUTES!” Then he turned and raced back into his room, one of the balcony doors shutting behind him. He immediately stumbled into his bathroom, grabbing the clothes he had laid out last night. He changed so fast he was sure he had set a new record, hurling the dirty clothes into a basketball themed hamper in the corner of the bathroom. He winced at the sight of it.
Roman pulled himself out of bed and walked over to his wardrobe, looking in and pushing back a few pieces of clothing hanging off the hanger to look at others. Hm, what to wear...
Back in the car, Logan’s fingers drummed faster on top of his steering wheel. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. Seven forty-seven. He grabbed the steering wheel and squeezed it. “Virgil Sanders,” he muttered, voice dull despite the anger in his eyes, “I’m going to bury you.”
Patton grinned as he heard movement in his brother’s room. Just in time! The pancakes were done, cooked until they were a beautiful shade of light brown on both sides. He put in extra chocolate chips, since Roman had seemed a little bit bummed last nice. Virgil tripped over his own feet as he grabbed his backpack and slung it onto his shoulder, grabbing his earbuds and fully charged phone from their place by the wall socket closest to his bed. He charged for the balcony doors, going out the one still open before he sped right up to the railing. Logan looked up and his eyes widened. Patton looked over and grinned as he saw his younger twin coming into the kitchen with a loud yawn. His brother was looking stylish as always, some jeans and some nice tennis shoes that were bedazzled central, and a shirt with the words “Woke Up Like This” printed across the upper chest appear in a gold color that popped out against the scarlet red. No doubt though, Roman would be grabbing his red scarf on the way out. He never went out without it, not since Patton had knitted it for him. “Morning kiddo!” He said as he plated the pancakes. Roman lifted tired puppy brown eyes to his twin’s similar eyes, before he grinned.
“Morning~!”
“DON’T YOU-” He shouted, but it was too late. He watched as Virgil flung himself over the railing, before he landed right in the backseat of his car. Logan felt his insides trembling but somehow his hand was steady as put the car into gear. Virgil crawled into the passenger’s seat and buckled his seatbelt, flinging his backpack into the backseat where Logan’s was.
“FLOOR IT!” Logan sighed loudly as he twisted around in his seat, backing up out of the driveway before he hit the road and then the car was racing forward, going as fast as the speed limit allowed.
“Ready for today?” Patton asked as his brother sat at the breakfast bar, placing his plate in front of him, along with the bottle of syrup.
“Definitely!” Roman said, practically drowning his pancakes with syrup before he took a huge bite. “This is the day, Patton!” Patton blinked as he took a bite of his pancakes, which he had drizzled with honey.
“The day?” “Yes! The day that I’m going to finally ask Virgil Sanders out!”
“You stayed up late reading those comics again, didn’t you.” Logan said, and he didn’t have to look away from the road to know that Virgil was grinning at him nervously. “Virgil Sanders, if we’re late-”
“You’re more then welcomed to bury me!” Virgil said, while glancing nervously at the clock. He gulped. Seven fifty. Oh god.
Patton and Roman were getting in Patton’s light blue Chevrolet Spark, talking and laughing. They felt rested and were wide awake despite it being so early, and their bodies and stomachs were warm from Patton’s famous pancakes. Patton started his car and was in the process of pulling out, when another car zipped down the road in front of them. Patton jumped and gasped, causing Roman to look up from his phone with slightly wide eyes.
“What is it?” “Nothing, just...! That car was going pretty fast!”
Roman blinked, then just shrugged. Patton sighed and pulled out into the street, going in the same direction as that car. “I hope they don’t get in an accident...”
Everyone heard Logan’s car screech into the parking lot of Silver Creek High School, home of the Cheetahs. Despite the speed, he parked perfectly and well into the lines. He turned off the engine, shoving his keys into his pants pocket. He didn’t bother putting the roof up; it would take too long and he didn’t have anything to steal in the first place. Maybe a few mints, but that was about it. And, if the weatherman was right, they had clear skies all day. He got out of his car, catching his backpack that Virgil tossed to him before they sprinted across the parking lot and up the stairs to the front door of the high school.
At that moment, Patton drove into the parking lot. His small car was much more quiet and he parked carefully, and Roman popped a piece of gum into his mouth as Patton turned the car off. He patted the wheel affectionately before he and his twin got out, shutting their doors in sync before they walked around to the front of the car and headed to the front doors of their high school.
Roman and Patton were two steps into homeroom when the first bell rang. They moved to their seats, which were side by side, surrounded by their friends that greeted them happily. A low buzz of chatter filled the classroom, as many students wasted homeroom by talking to their friends. But Roman was hardly interested in the conversation, something about baking, his friends were having. He stared past one of them, to the boy who had been his crush for nearly the entire school year.
Virgil P. Sanders. The star of the basketball team. He brought a lot of wins into their court. He had chocolate brown hair that looked so soft and fluffy to the touch. His skin was pale, which reminded Roman of Snow White. He wondered if he liked apples. His eyes though, god his eyes. They were a light brown. They had the flecks of the sun near his irises and whenever he smiled or laughed, god they alone could brighten up an entire room. Today, he was wearing his usual jacket; a black jacket that had some pretty wicked, purple stitch designs all along the dark fabric. Along with that were black jeans ripped at the knees and some beat up red tennis shoes.
He obviously hadn’t tried today and Roman loved it. It was like he was the lovechild of a goth and a jock, with less makeup and muscles. Everything he wore looked perfect on him, especially when he was smiling. Right now, he wasn’t smiling. His head was buried into his arms, which were crossed over each other on his desk as he heaved for breath. Roman wondered what kind of run had made the star of the basketball team so breathless.
He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and he glanced towards it. Another teen their age sat beside Virgil, leaned back against his seat as he breathed heavily, in his mouth and out his nose. Roman’s eyes, gold from eye contacts, narrowed. Logan Foster. The new kid. He had moved up here two months ago, and all of the sudden he and Virgil were just best friends. He made a few waves when he first showed up. First of all, he was incredibly handsome(Roman freaking hated it), and super smart. He became the top student at their school in a mere month, a month.
It pissed Roman off.
While he wasn’t failing at school, there was definitely room for improvement. Everyone loved someone with brains. On top of it all, while Roman himself was extremely handsome, Logan could almost rival his looks and that set him on edge. Listen, he didn’t hate the guy. He was sure he was swell. But he was way to close to Virgil for his liking. They sat together at lunch and Roman really couldn’t understand why. Logan didn’t even eat sometimes, and he constantly had some kind of homework or book with him. Virgil stayed on his phone and in Roman’s opinion, he looked so bored. Who could blame him though? Roman wished he could just find the courage to go over there and invite him to his table, but for once in his life... Something was holding him back.
Suddenly, Logan shifted. He opened his eyes, revealing dark blue eyes. He leaned to the side and disappeared behind the desk for a moment, before he came back up holding a textbook of some kind. Roman rolled his eyes. What a surprise, he thought. Logan nudged Virgil with his elbow, causing the pale teen to jump slightly before he raised his head and looked at his friend with beady eyes.
“Study for that history test with me,” Logan said, and Virgil groaned but scooted his desk closer. Roman wanted his slam his head onto the desk. What a tight ass-
“Roman,” his twin whispered, and the theater geek jumped before he looked at him quickly.
“What is it?” He asked, and Patton smiled at him.
“Aren’t you going to ask...?” He asked, not continuing even though their entire group knew about Roman’s massive crush. Roman hummed and glanced over at Virgil and Logan, who were going over vocabulary terms he didn’t understand or care about. He didn’t want to do it while Virgil was doing something, and he certainly didn’t want to do it around Logan. It was quite obvious to Roman that Logan had a crush on Virgil, and that made him his enemy. That worked though, because every good Disney Prince had to fight for their love! But he, of course, couldn’t settle this with a good old sword fight.
No, he had to be smart.
“Not right now,” he told his twin, “I’m going to do it at lunch.”
Dros' story
Hey guppies, I have got a new Fish food to feed you! And please if you have any comment, questions, or requests I am happy to answer!
Anyway enjoy my first chapter of my new story, and please help me come up with a name for it.
Hey, my names Dros and I know I am a robot and have an incredibly good-looking face, Not. It's a long and painful story that did not make me a hero or a villain, so I basically spit in that common and overused tropes face. Right now I am practicing with my band, Us drum players don't get enough love. As luck would have it, we have a show tomorrow, and we keep getting more and more people to play too, I guess in Gotham the word goes around fast. I am happy, of course, but I have to hide myself. Let's get real, we all hide our true face anyway, so what difference does it make? And thank the killable God that am an atheist and that they think my face is just some cool mask I made myself. Anyway, back to the jam session that I am killing it in right now. And now the songs over, great. “Looks like it's late”, the basic metal lead guitar and singer said…. Just kidding, his name is Fluffy,” let's pack it up for today.” And so, like the nice person I am, I helped clean up and packed my shit up. I said my goodbyes to my guys, girls, and nonbinary sibling in arms. I walked with them to the door, but since I live where we practice, so I don't go any farther. The studio is owned by me. I am one of the last radio hosts in Gotham, but since it pays like ass, I hack and do IT on the side. The studio has two floors, downstairs is where the magic happens, and upstairs is where the studio room and radio equipment are. Neon lights are in every room and light everything in my domain but the bathroom, I don't use the bathroom, so what's the point? It's hard wood downstairs and carpet upstairs to lessen noise from footsteps while on air. I live in Gotham, so you bet your pale flat ass I got cameras in every corner of this place.
The last person leaves and I sigh in relief. I got to go shopping because I need a new charger and cat food for the strays outside. I get my bag and grabbed cheese and cringe skate board and ride my way to my fav convince store. The air is warm from the energy from the building and the sky is black, but the city lights keep everything alive. As I am getting closer, I see something move in the alleyway next to me. And like the white hoodie wearing robot I am, I go to check it out. Is that the red helmet fucker? He just parked his motorcycle and immediately started to climb that building to my left, without looking over to see my dumbass. The big shit didn't see me. That fucker broke my old stake board that was fresh as fuck. The red helmet fucker threw it at some purse snatcher instead of getting off his lazy as and catching him. My poor baby was broke in two! Suddenly a light bulb showed itself on my screen. You know what, I think I have some spray paint in my bag. Am going to tag his shit. I take my spray can out and began to work my magic. When am done, I put a clear coat on that shit and a finish coat. Good luck fucker, that shit is staying on. Well now that's done, I feel better. My child has been revenged. I then got on my cringe stake board and dipped. I made my way to Miss Jar’s store and walked in.” Dros, you better wipe your damn feet.” Miss Jar yelled from behind the counter.” Hello to you, too.” I said back.” have you been eating?” Miss Jar asked me.” yes, and thank you for caring.” I answered. “ Well someone has to, lord knows you don't.” she quipped back. “ I just need two things then am gone, and look the doors on my way out. I saw one of those mask wearing heroes on my way here.” I knew where everything was, so this would be quick. Furthermore, I got my shit and left after saying goodbye to my wannabe grand mama. On my way home, I noticed the red helmet guy's bike was gone. I went inside and called it a night.
Then I woke up the next morning and bid my morning routine.” Man, I want coffee.” and because I am a slut for the shit, that's exactly I did. I got my shit to together and went to the closest and best coffee shop in town, Merry Ants. As I rode into the shop, I noticed the sad look on Marry’s face. “ Hey, what's wrong?” I asked the young woman. “ Dros! It's nice to see you. I am sorry but, … today is the last day that we are in business. That means this is the last time you can get coffee here,” Ant said with a sad smile on her face.” what? That's so sad! I love you guys!” I complained, displaying and frowny face on my screen. “ Well, here is your usual. Enjoy”, she told me. I grab my coffee and left. Just as I turned the corner, THE FUCKING BATMAN shoves me and spills my coffee all over my white hoodie. I have a show in a couple of hours. That was Ant’s coffee too :( .
It's okay, I will just get another one. I walked back to Merry Ant’s. “ Hey, marry? Am back! Some asshole spilled my coffee all over me.” I said, walking in to get another coffee. “ Am sorry there is no more coffee, after that superhero crashed into my store. I gave you the last thing we had.” she said.” What! That's why you have to close?” I asked. “ Yea, I don't have the money for new supplies or to fix the damage, and since I still owed payments on the building so the people I bought it off of want all the money owed up front…. Am sorry, am rambling.” she looked like she was about to cry. Oh no, I get stressed out when people cry. What the hell do I do? Am too anti-social for this! “It's okay, am a friend and that's what friends are for.” I said trying to pass this charisma skill check. “ Your hoodie! I can fix it for your show!” she stated wide-eyed. “ You really don't have too but please?” I asked, “It's easy, but it's a family secret I got from my mom!” she said to me. I pulled my hoodie off and gave it to her. She took it to the back and when she came back my hoodie was whiter than ever! “ Thank you so much and you're the best!” I said as I pulled on my hoodie and walked out the door. I made my way to miss jar’s store to get “breakfast” or at least that's what I tell her, but I really just want to talk. She is like a grandmother to me. She makes me behave. “ Good morning” I yelled at her.” I may be old, but I can still hear just fine, did you hear about Ants? Let me tell you! Someone's got to show those superheros and villains that us common folk will make them pay for the destruction and lives they ruin.” Miss Jar yells at me, but I don't take it to heart, she is old and going deaf.
But maybe she is right. Maybe it’s time for someone to make a none violent move movement to help the world.
I was vividly imagining the world ending and I imagined the lyctors came and said “you fucked it up” and they came up like flying on little saucers and wearing helmets and it really fucked my mind like think about that situation