Sanders Sides ONESHOTS

Cold Blooded

     "You can't trust a cold blooded human." Roman said, resting his chin in his hands.
     "You can't trust a cold blooded woman." Remy replied.
     "Fair point. But a woman is a human." He turned towards his best friend.

     Deceit sat on the counter, phone in hand. He swayed his legs back and forth, which were crossed at the ankles.
     Patton was making breakfast, whistling the tune of Steven Universe.
     Virgil came out and sat next to Deceit, pulling out his phone from his hoodie pocket and sitting criss crossed.
     Deceit wore a black Fall Out Boy t-shirt and boxers while Virgil was wearing his black and purple hoodie with boxers.
     The two friends sat in silence while listening to Patton whistle, who was now playing the tune of Voltron.
     Remy and Roman came downstairs, laughing.
     "Right on time kiddos! Breakfast is ready! Logan!!" Patton giggled.
     Logan came trudging down the steps and to the dining table, where everyone was beginning to sit at.
     "You didn't get much sleep, huh? You were still fast asleep when I woke up." Patton kissed Logan's head as he walked by, setting down plates in front of everyone.
     Virgil and Remy were brothers. Patton and Logan were their fathers. Deceit and Roman were stsying over for the weekend. It was rare when all four hung out, sometimes they did at school though. It was usually just Remy and Roman, and then Deceit and Virgil.
     "Why don't we go do something today, maybe like the dog park?" Patton suggested.
     "Dad, please, we have things to talk about, maybe we can go to the dog park some other time." Virgil said.
     "Girl please, dogs are always fun to be around. I mean, seriously babes, have you seen them?" Remy replied, looking at his brother.
     Virgil groaned at his annoying voice. (No its not, I love you Remy)
    
     "So, I saw you had your eyes all over my brother at breakfast, what are you planning?" Remy asked, raising a brow at Roman.
     He cleared his throat. "Oh please, like I'd ever like him. I was just getting a good look at his face without make up on. I've never seen it before. It was kinda nice." Roman ran a hand through his hair. "Anyways, what's on the agenda today?"
     "I was thinking truth or dare with the others. It was always mine and Virgil's favourite when little. C'mon girl! It'll be fun!" Remy suggested.
     "Well, I suppose. We have nothing better to do." Roman shrugged.

     There was a knock at the door and Virgil growled. "What?"
     "Wanna come play truth or dare with us?" Roman asked through the door.
     Virgil heard his voice and relaxed his muscles. "Uhm, I guess?"
     Him and Deceit stood up and they all walked to Remy's room.
     "Okay, I'll go first. Virgil, truth or dare." Remy said, pushing his sunglasses up.
     Virgil shrugged. "Truth?" He chose.
     "Is it true your gay?" Remy raised a brow. He knew he was, but he wanted to make sure Virgil would feel uncomfortable in front of his crush.
     "Yeah, so?" He snarled.
     Remy frowned. "Oh, right, okay, uhm, your turn then."
     "Deceit, truth or dare?"
     "Dare." He smirked.
     Virgil pointed at the door. "Go try to catch our dads kissing."
     "Okay." They got up and followed him as he peered into their bedroom. But he found something way off to what he was expecting.
     Remy and Virgil pushed passed Roman and Deceit after hearing what was hapoening in there. They opened the door and ran up to their dads.
     "F-Father? What's wrong?" Virgil asked, wrapping an arm around the crying man.
     "He's alright, don't worry kiddos. You guys can go back to having fun." Patton smiled reassuringly at the boys.
     "You sure?" Remy asked.
     Patton nodded. The four walked back to Remy's room and sat back down.
     "Uhm, okay, uhm... Roman, truth or dare." Deceit asked, clearing his throat.
     "Dare." Roman smirked.
     "Curl your hair." Deceit bit his tongue while smiling, teeth showing.
     "Hey Virgil, your the only one that knows how to use curlers and straighteners." Remy motioned to the wall where Virgil's stood on the ither side.
     He rolled his eyes and got up to grab his stuff from his room. He returned with a curling iron, which he has never used.
     Roman was sat on a chair in front of Remy's mirror on his desk. He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring his hair then sighing.
     Virgil plugged it in and waited a minute or two for it to heat. Then he grabbed a few strands of hair and started curling them.