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

Chapter Twenty Two: "Bandaids don't fix bullet holes"

Riley's POV

Its now been roughly a week since the most recent "incident" regarding Virgil, since then I've managed to stay completely focused on my YouTube channel and spending more quality and NON-dance time with Sab, Em and Ethan. Thankfully, they all know about what had really happened that night, soon after I had booked it for the parking lot, Sab pulled them aside and clued them in. However, since that night I have not uttered so much as a single word to Virgil, unless you count asking him to pass me the salt at the dinner table that one time the other night. Pfft I know, how ironic huh? As if I wasn't salty enough already in regards to this whole situation...

Right after breakfast, Thomas Logan and Roman decided to catch a movie with Thomas's other good friend (and acquaintance to me,) Joan. Which meant it was just me, Patton and... (mhm you guessed it,) Satan himself, left home. While Patton was on the phone with someone and was doing various chores around the kitchen,
And I assumed Virgil was locked in his little evil lair of a bedroom, I took advantage of this alone time to record a video. Since I hadn't felt like setting up for doing a more professionally organized video, I thought simple...
Q & A livestream. As I began the stream while sitting cross-legged on my bed, facing the camera (which on this occasion happened to be my laptop because like I said, I was too lazy for all that setup on a chill Saturday...) I began by stating my usual intro, and then began answering the onslaught of what felt like a billion questions being thrown at my screen. "Okay, first question, uhh let's see...." I paused for a brief moment as I leaned closer to the screen, squinting my eyes to focus on a particular question, "Shit, I forgot to put my contacts in, aw well," I finally caught a clear glance at a question as I stated the person's username before following up by rereading the question aloud "What band or singer has had the biggest impact on your life and or career?" " Hmm, " I almost immediately replied, while holding my thumb and index finger to my chin, pondering the answer "Probably... Mcr or green day,"
I continue scrolling through the questions, answering various ones while also going off on little off topic tangents "What is your current relationship status? " Just reading the question aloud I couldn't help but laugh, "Pfft, you guys are hilarious. I know y'all already know that." I roll my eyes, as multiple "Lol" and "LMAO Riley forever alone" jokes began to flood the stream. then I mutter a jokingly mad "You assholes," before regaining my composure and adding a hesitant yet serious "But In case your new to my channel and are a little... confused, i 'm single. Obvious, I know. But It's a bit of a running joke for my subscribers to uh, Joke a bit about it! " I say while giggling a genuine giggle, now many more jokes from references to previous videos flood the chat, now overwhelming my entire train of thought.

"Is YouTube your only job at the moment?" " Yes." I reply dryly, not wanting to take that reply any further "Hmm," I mutter, as I lean over to my nightstand, taking an awkward sip from my water bottle before resuming my focus to the screen of my laptop "Can you sing?" I re- read the question aloud with a perplexed, yet amused tone. I hesitate for a moment, before finally faking a laugh and replying "Not unless you want your ears to bleed,"
I feel the awkwardness on both ends of the screen begin to thicken, before I finally begin to realize that the entire chat is now no longer filled with questions, but is rather spammed with a billion different comments all bordering along the lines of "Please oh please, pretty please sing a song for us..." I read a few of the vigorously repetitious comments aloud "Sing something!" "Oh stop I bet your voice is amazing! " "Please sing just one song!" "dont be a pussy, just sing!" I let out a frustrated sigh and begin to run my fingers through my thick, gingery locks "Oh for fucks sake!"

I shout, raising my hands above my head in genuine annoyance, before glancing at the now incredibly laggy chat once more, still overwhelmed by all the spamming comments, "Okay! Jesus you guys chill...if it'll make you guys stop spamming the chat before your fingers fall off then I'll do it! " The chat quickly subsided its conversations, and slowed to almost a crawl as I pulled out my phone and opened up YouTube "What do you guys wanna hear?" I was of course expecting them to ask for a cover of something, but instead the entire chat erupted with nothing but comments saying "An original!" Id totally forgotten that at the beginning of my channel I had sung a couple original songs I had written... Huh, surprised they remembered that to be honest. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe you guys remember those awful songs from ages ago, I guess I could sing a newer one I wrote." I then grabbed my nearby notebook, filled with various notes and scribbles, most of which were incompleted song's, before stumbling on my most recent one, "I wrote this one yesterday actually! I'll need to move my camera over to the desk though, hold on..." I quickly got to my feet, grabbing my laptop while doing so, now filled with a newfound excitement to show off my most recent work. As I set my laptop on my desk, I then anxiously rubbed my neck while mumbling to the camera, "I'm warning you guys it's a little dark though, hope that's alright?" Almost immediately all the comments came in return to my unsureness, "of course!" " That's fine! " "whatever works for you!" With that reassurance, I began to find the right page of lyrics in my book, I took a deep breath, and began to play the background music on my phone, and sing softly along with the beat.
(Listen to song above)
Soon after singing, I ended the livestream, my mood deepening suddenly, most likely due to the depressing tone of the song. A few minutes after ending the stream, I was now sprawled out on my bed in an incredibly awkward position, while boredly scrolling through twitter on my laptop, when suddenly my phone made its usual "ba-doink" noise when I received a text, hesitently, I pried my gaze from my laptop screen and reached for my phone, which was setting on my nearby nightstand. It was from an unknown number, it read: "You sing beautifully~" I was shocked for a moment at the unsettling mystery message, before I then realized who it must've been. I rolled my eyes in genuine disgust as I began to angrily type a reply: