Thomas Sanders Sides OneShots 4

1387 - Roman & Virgil

8:26pm

I should be revising

Au
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Virgil grumbled and rubbed his stinging eyes, the sound of his phone's ringtone blaring through his once quiet room. Each contact in his phone all had the same jingle that played; apart from one person. Which allowed Virgil to know who was calling him without checking the ID. Rolling onto his side and smushing most of his face into the pillow as he did so, he slapped his hand onto his mobile device, pressed the green answer button and dropped the phone onto the side of his face.

"What the fuck, Ro" Virgil muttered, pissed off.

"Oh, don't!" Roman huffed in response, "it's two in the afternoon!"

"Yeah. Is that supposed to make me feel guilty?" He groaned and clenched his eyes shut.

Roman simply sighed and brought up the reason he called in the first place. "Virgil" he spoke, tone edging on serious. "We have a 1387" suddenly, Virgil sprung up from bed, clutching the phone in his hands tight nervously. He shuffled around his room in a hurry, grabbing the pile of clothes from the floor and throwing them over his shoulder as he tried to find his favourite pair of skinny jeans.

"No fucking way"

"Way" Roman reinforced, "how long do we have?" Virgil demanded, wedging the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he dragged on his clothes, throwing his pyjamas somewhere to the corners of his room. Roman hummed, "two days"

"Shit"

"Yep"

"Double shit" Virgil hissed, tucking on his shoes, grabbing his keys and running a hand through his hair a few time before he was sprinting out of his apartment, picking up his jacket on the way and hurdling over the couch to buy a few seconds. As he rushed down the stairs in his apartment building, he carried on talking to his best friend on the other end.

"Do we have backup?"

"Mint chocolate chip and McDonald's fries have bailed on us"

"Are you shitting me? McDonald's fries? What the fuck!?"

"I know!" Roman shared his exasperation from the other end, "apparently she got a boyfriend this weekend. I mean, did she forget she told us she was a lesbian!?"

"I knew we called her McDonald's fries for a reason" Virgil grumbled, leaving his building and sliding into his car, throwing his phone onto the dashboard after he pressed the speaker button. Roman sighed on the other end, quickly giving Virgil his location - luckily he was home. "What can we do, Virge?" Roman sounded so weak. Virgil licked his lips and screeched out of his driveway, slamming on the ignition as he skidded his way around corners and past cars towards Roman's house.

"We'll have to call in reinforcements" he said with seriousness. Roman gasped.

"You don't mean..."

"Oh, I mean"

"Guacamole" Roman whispered on the other end. "Do we still have contact?"

Virgil picked up his phone and parked the car on the curb for a few minutes, scrolling through his contacts to 'g'.

"Good news" Virgil piped up, carrying on the high-tale to Roman's. "She's possibly still in business. If not, we'll have to go all out"

"Not green pillow..." Roman drifted, astonished. Virgil hummed grimly. "I'm afraid so, dude. That or remote island, and I'm pretty sure we're gonna avoid her as much as we can" Virgil slammed on the breaks once he was outside Roman's house. Hanging up, he barged into the home seconds after Roman opened the door just in time.