Sanders Sides Oneshots

War Hero Pt.1- Prinxiety

Warning, this is kinda angsty but not mega angsty. More subtle kind of angsty. Also, left-handed Virgil.

Thomas looked up when he heard an unfamiliar voice say his name.

"No, I swear, Mrs Sanders sent me to fetch her son because she has to fly to LA with his father! Please, I can get her on the phone right now, but I was sent to collect Thomas!"

The child could hear Roman speak next. Roman was his child-minder, as Mom called him, and would take care of Thomas. Whether it was tutoring, entertaining or Disney marathons, Roman was excellent. "I'm not just going to let some random emo wander off with a six-year-old! Get Eliza on the phone."

"Fine!" There was a moment of silence and then a ringing noise. Thomas moved away from the puppets he and Roman had made and began to walk carefully to the front door of Roman's' house, peering around the corner to get a better look.

A darkly dressed teen, a little younger and a little smaller than Roman was staring at a black phone. He looked a little like a racoon because his bottom eyelids were black and heavy. He had hair dyed a venomous purple, hanging in front of his face, and a worn, black hoodie, fixed with purple patches.

His phone stopped ringing and Thomas heard his mothers' voice.

"Hello? Is something the matter?"

"Yeah, sorry to bother you, but Thomas's' babysitter isn't letting me collect Thomas," Said the newcomer.

Thomas heard his mother sigh and wandered over to try to see where her voice was coming from. "Am I on speaker? Where's Roman?"

"You're on speaker, yes, and Roman is right here."

"Hello, Eliza!" Roman smiled down at the teenagers' phone. "I'm here."

"Alright, this is Virgil. He's one of my students and he's nineteen. Virgil has his own accommodation near your house and also has a roommate who's great with kids. Alexander and I really don't want Thomas to be left unsupervised in our house and Virgil's' landlord is fine with it all." Thomas's' mother explained as the six-year-old took Roman's' hand. "You will take care of Thomas in the day, while Virgil is at school, and then he'll come to pick him up when he's finished."

The teenager, Virgil, smirked triumphantly at Roman and Roman glared back. "Thanks, Mrs Sanders, we just needed to clear that up." And he hanged up.

Thomas looked up at the racoon-in-human-form. "Who are you?" He asked, still not completely understanding.

"My name's Virgil. Roman and I are going to look after you until your parents come back. Is that cool?"

The child looked the teen up and down slowly. "I like your hair."

Virgil's' cheeks grew warm at the compliment. "Th-Thanks, Thomas. Should we get going?"

"How are you going to get to your 'accommodation'?" Roman said suddenly. "You can't just walk a random six-year-old around town and then chuck him into a corner of an unfamiliar house!"

Virgil grinned slightly and stepped aside. A black motorbike, hand painted with the same purple patches found on the teens' jacket, stood in the drive way. There were two helmets, one big and the other small, as if for a child. A leather jacket was thrown across a spare seat. Virgil ignored Roman's' awe-struck face and turned to face Thomas. "Ready to go?"

"Epic..." Thomas breathed.

.:*:.

Thomas was back at Roman's' house for the fourth day in a row. He hadn't seen his parents all week, the only familiar faces being Roman, Virgil and Virgil's' roommate, a man named Patton. Thomas grinned as he watched Roman die on the floor.