My Disney Prince

18. F-Fam..ily D-Dinner?!

"VIRGIL!" I looked over again to see Patton on the verge of tears. He was pissed. "You keep talking bad about your self like that and I will physically fight you!"

"Not to worry, Patton. Life sucks less now, with you here." He pulled me into a hug and I smiled. Yeah... the past is the past. I guess I was wrong because now I can see there is at least some light.

"I love my dark strange son."

I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. How long ago was that? Hearing him say that was... I don't know. I didn't know this guy but yet he took the time to care about me even when I... He claimed me as his son. WHO DOES THAT?!

At first, it hurt. Hearing someone call me son. My father was not a nice man. In fact, he was... horrible. I couldn't help but feel panicked when Patton took it upon himself to call me that. But, after a while, I saw how much he cared for me. Something my real father did not do... or have that capability of...

My cell started ringing and I groaned. I picked it up and without even looking at the name answered it.

"Sanders Cell... The fuck you want." I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone. After all I was still upset over Patton. Now he's god knows where doing god knows what. I just pray to god he hasn't found his way to a bar. I don't want to find out that I caused him to start drinking again. I'm not mad... I'm scared... I'm...

"Aw, hey... kiddo..." I'm fucking pissed!

"ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW?!" I could hear the sharp breath he took as I yelled into the phone. "I come home and your just fucking gone. What the fuck happened to talking shit over? Where are you? Please tell me you aren't drinking. We can not go through this again. Just tell me and I'll... I'll..." I stopped and realized there wasn't any sound on the other end. I started to panic a bit. Did he hang up on me? Did something happen? Is he ok? "Patton... Patton, please answer me. P-Pat...ton." I heard someone take a deep breath and I smiled. He was still there.

"Listen, Roman is..."

"We are not fucking talking about this shit over the phone, Patton. TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE! I'll fucking come to get you if I have to. I don't give a shit anymore. Just, please... Patton? PATTON?!" Again silence and I started to get pissed. "YOU HAD ME WORRIED AND ALL I GET IS A FUCKING PHONE CALL! You can't even talk to me. WHAT THE FUCK PAT! If you're going to be like this then whatever, asshole. You can stay the fuck away for all I care." I whipped the tears that formed in my eyes and just sighed. "It's like it matters anyway."  Suddenly I heard someone whistle on the other end and I froze up. 

"He wasn't kidding. You are mad at him." My voice caught in my throat. Roman?! Why was he on the other end? WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?!" "Virgil?"

"Roman? Where's Patton?" My heart was racing and it was getting a bit hard to breathe. I didn't know what was going on. There was a bit of silence before Roman finally answered. I didn't even realize I was smiling until after.

"Here... With me, obviously."

"Why?"

"I offered him a bed." I couldn't help but groan. Why the hell would Patton need a fucking bed? Doesn't he have his own home, and on top of that, I never said... Did he really think I would just throw him out? I'm pissed yes but... I just had to work through it. We just had to talk... I can't even right now.

"Roman, He's..."

"'s not why I called." Again I went quiet. I'm confused. He called? But... Did he ask Patton to? I never did give him my number. Why are they even together? "Virgil, I was wondering, since your alone right now and I... I was hoping you would accompany me to dinner with my family... and Patton."

"Din... n-ner w-with your fam...mily?" I sat there feeling the panic bubble up and I had to choke back the fear. Everything was started to read and I shook my head. No, I can't. What was he thinking? Damn it Virgil, calm down! "Roman I-I don't know. We haven't really been friends for that long and meeting one's family is such a huge thing that could be taken the wrong way and..."

"Virgil, please. It would mean a lot to me." JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IS HE CRYING?! I jumped up and bumped into the coffee table. It hurt... bad. I ended dropping my phone and just sat there terrified. Should I go? Or no? What if I lose control? Or worse, what if his family doesn't like me?

I could hear Roman still on the phone and I smiled. I don't want to lose him. The red slowly left my vision and I looked over at the night sky frowning. I could... I could force it. I could... I shouldn't... but I could.

But what would happen if I don't. Would he get hurt? Would he think I don't care and... Would I lose him? Or would he understand? 

I made my way up to the cliff edge and just stared at the moon. I could force it. But for how long? Is he worth it? Pain shot down my spin and I screamed out, everything turning red instanty. A dragon would go to hell and back for their rider. They would much rather die than ever see their rider hurt. 

I felt the bones in my back start to move and I convulsed in pain. I fell to my hands and knees as everything began to shift. Every cracking bone sent shivers down my back. I dug my claws into the stone and screamed out as my body altered itself. A forced change... never pretty. 

I managed to somehow roll myself over the edge. It wasn't exactly a forced change. I hadn't really made my decision yet. But as I stated, dragons would rather die than have their ride hurt. When they hurt the dragons feel it. When they're sad or anger the dragons feel their pain. A connection most don't get to experience. And as the wind rushed past my hair as I fell, I couldn't help but smile. Roman... My rider... My Disney Prince... I would go to hell and back for him. Because of him... I could barely feel the pain anymore.

I let my wings spread and I melted in the black sky. Ever heard of a night fury. You know from how to train a dragon... I kind of looked like that, with my black scales and all. With no light from the sun to reflect the opal-like colors there just back. 

Of course I never said the forcing a change, however unintentional it actually was, was a good thing. It wasn't it was a very very bad choice. I didn't even make it half way before the curse took over. Dragon in the morning. Human at night. I'm not supposed to be able to alter it. Even if its a power that I possess, the curse prevents control. So needless to say it hurt. My wings gave out before I had a chance to land and I found myself falling. 

I hit the ground so hard it made a fucking hole. I looked up at the sky and smiled brightly. Worst choice but honestly I didn't care. I just laid in the hole smiling like a total moron, back in human form. One of these days this curse may be broken. I'll be able to see the sun with human eyes. And maybe even fly under the moon. I saw someone peak over the edge of the crater and my eyes lit up. He looked so cute with that confused expression, I couldn't help but laugh.

"So can one of you help me up..." I threw my arms out to the side and smiled. "I seem to have fallen."

"Virgil?"