"The lie of the party" A Virgil X Reader -Part One-

Chapter Sixteen: "Forced cooperation... Yay?"

Virgil's P.O.V.

As I sit on the couch and silently break into a minor anxiety attack, Roman swivels his seat to face me once more as he mumbles to me mockingly, with his mouth full of bagel "So, panic at the everywhere... What'd that letter to Riley say anyway?" I snap my gaze up at him, almost angrily as I struggle to catch my breath and wheeze out a calm response, "It--, it was just a...Little apology because me and her started off on the--, agh!" I grip my chest and shut my eyes tightly for a moment as I slouch even further in my seat, and I hear Romans voice suddenly turn concerned, "--Virgil?! Oh--, oh my stars Virgil are you alright?" I wince at the tinge of pain that was still lingering in my chest, (and also at Princy's presence because... Eww.) but as I take a few deep breaths and begin to slowly regain my composure, I open my eyes and sit up straighter as I speak softly, "Yeah I'm... fine. Just an anxiety attack," I grip my back and wince once more, still in slight pain as I hear Romans snarky response that he muffles beneath his fake empathy,  "... Hmph, rather ironic isn't it?" I look up at him in annoyance and question him rudely "--What?" he gives me a dirty glare in return as he rolls his eyes and swivels back towards the table "Fine Mr. Anxious pants... BE THAT WAY then." I ignore his overdramatic reply as I then rise to my feet cautiously, now nearly recovered from my unusually uncommon... Episode. I glare down at my phone and see the time, much later then I'd thought, 6:47pm. But just as I go to make my way up the stairs and to my room, I hear Roman's mocking tease from the kitchen "Ooh goodie! Wouldn't that be splendid?" I snap back at him from the base of the stairs, "What now--?!" I hear his footsteps hop and skip towards me until I finally saw him twirling in front of me as if he were a drunk, one legged ballerina. "Was it a love note? Did you confess your love to her in the utmost of your "edgy", poetic ways?" I push past him and begin up the stairs silently protesting his teasing remark, now about to reach my boiling point, but as I reach the final step, still hearing his snarky laugh, I shout back at him "You know? The saddest part about all of this is that I can't tell if your actually serious or not?" I turn my back to him and proceed to open my door when I hear him shout teasingly through a chuckle "That's called proper acting my good sir!" I roll my eyes in frustration as I then proceed to enter my room and shut the door Part way behind me, being mindful to leave it open slightly for when Riley would soon enter.

I sat on my bed and began to scroll through my tumblr feed in boredom, soon losing track of time because of how immersed in my social media I was, when I suddenly heard a gentle tap on the door and felt a sudden chill run over me... it's Riley.

Riley's P.O.V.

I took a deep breath and as I quickly gathered all my thoughts and gripped the doorknob tightly due to my paralyzing anxiety,

Okay Riley, just breathe and forget the past. That was then. This is now.
Make this work; you owe it to Thomas.
To everyone... Everyone, except for him.

I open the door and clear my throat as I do so, as if to casually draw attention and make my entrance known; but as I take a hesitent step into Virgil's room, I was immediately slammed by the strong smell of various candle scents, all intertwining with one another creating an overall cinnamon-vanilla sort of scent.
Virgil then turns to face me, sitting on the edge of his bed silently, nodding at me as an awkward greeting. I try to be casual as well but obviously end up just being obviously tense and quiet; I sit at the far end of Virgil's bed from where he was, the end closest to his pillows, both of which had My Chemical Romance cases over them... "So, you like candles huh?" I nod my head towards his dresser which had six different scented candles burning atop of it. "Oh, yeah. They help me to keep my chill." The conversation was fading fast so, not knowing what else to do...
I began to ramble some more. "Yeah, see I'm an incense person myself. In one of my many messy boxes of stuff in my room I have a little dragon mouth incense burner that Sabrina got me for my birthday last year..."
I don't turn my gaze to Virgil as I speak and neither does he, but I hear him say as he faces his dresser, and scoffs "Huh, sounds dope. So uh, anyway... About the uh--," I sneak a glance at Virgil as he pauses, still staring at his dresser as he speaks, a smile now painted on his face and an almost inaudible chuckle escapes his lips as he continues "--The letter. Okay look, I know we both kinda low key hate each other right now and all but--,  I admit I said some pretty asshole things the other day...
Even for me. So I was hoping we could..." he paused for a short moment took a deep breath before continuing, "--I don't know, restart or something? Alright?" His tone suddenly became frustrated as he ran his fingers through his hair frantically anticipating my response; but I was silent. And after a long silent moment, he shifted his position to face me, shaking the bed as he did so, snapping at me in impatience
"--Well?! Say something!" My eyes widened as I looked up at him and then covered my face with both of my hands and mumbled a couple of swear words to myself in confliction, before finally throwing my hands in the air and shouting in defeat "UGH-- Fine." His angered expression quickly vanished at the sound of my response and he quickly let out an amused laugh through his soft, subtle grin, "Oh what are you laughing at Hot Topic?" I snapped at him in embarrassment, even I impressed by my witty comeback. "Aww, you think I'm hot~" my face reddening almost in an instant as I punched his arm and yelled back at him "Oh shut the hell up! Now, where are my car keys you prick?"

He laughed once more at my annoyed response, but this time more carelessly as he then mumbled
"Oh, you mean these?" and twirled my car keys on his index finger. "Yes. Those." A short pause lowered the tension as I then added, more calmly "Well, are we gonna go or not?" his smile faded as he replied slowly "Oh--, yeah, you need your duffle bag before we go?" I raise my eyebrow in confusion "My duffle bag?" he smiles and replies blatantly "Yeah, the bag with all of your fancy dance things in it..." "Sooo... You mean my dance bag?" He scoffs in fake disgust as he gets on his feet and opens his bedroom door wider, "Yeah, your duffle bag." I roll my eyes and smirk at him as I walk out of his room and quickly grab my dance bag from the far right corner of my room and quickly sneak it down stairs and out to the car.

As I sit in the driver's seat and impatiently wait for Virgil to exit the house, I receive an angry text from Sabrina which read:

"Look Riles. There was a change of plans. The owner of the place we r playing at said if we did our show at 8 instead of 10 that he'd pay us double cuz there's a party going on then. 
AND HE WANTS US TO DO A SLOW DANCE ROUTINE. U gotta be here man. We need u.
Msg me asap, love ya"
-Sab

Before I even saw him emerge from the front door, Virgil was opening the passenger's seat and sitting next to me saying "What's up?" I hold my phone screen up to Virgil's face as I mutter urgently, "This," he raises his eyebrow and looks back at me and says "So? what are you saying?" I quickly put the car in drive and smirk and say with a witty tone "I am saying I better get there by 8:30pm sharp or Sabrina will have my head!" Virgil smirked and replied "and not get a police ticket in the process." He then jokingly snatches my ball cap I was wearing and puts it on, tipping it to me and teasing "Yes ma'am. Your Co pilot reporting for duty."