Nightmare in New York City
Chapter 6: Roman – A Rough Morning)
Please don’t ask how his morning was, Roman just wanted the it to be over.
Because, you know, responding to a Twitter S.O.S to help a poor lost Royal get to school on time, running on no more than five hours of sleep (thank you nightmares) on a night where he originally planned to stay at the Storm’s curled up with his boyfriend but was forced to stay home due to a last minute class assignment causing him to miss riding with MJ and the others was a beautiful way to start the day.
And, much like Remy, he had swung into a wall on his way to school while singing Phantom of the Opera in an attempt to lift his spirits - it didn’t work, obviously, but he did make a couple of pedestrians laugh so at least someone had a good morning.
He was tired, shaken from the nightmare, overall in a bad mood and longing for his dad more than ever; he always knew how to put Roman at ease from a bad day and Roman wished he was here to make the horrid feelings go away. The reality that he couldn’t have his dad there sparked an icy-hot searing pain in his heart that didn’t fade, even minutes later as he stood by his school’s gate waiting for MJ and the others.
Seeing MJ’s blue and white Mini Cooper brought a smile to his face for the first time all morning. The excitement of seeing his friends – no at this point they were more than that they were his family – and being able to hold his beloved, coursed through his veins and before he realized it, he had thrown open Virgil’s door before MJ put the car in park. Hardly allowing his boyfriend anytime to unbuckle himself before sweeping Virgil into his arms in a single swoop leading into a slightly dipped kiss. Some of the morning’s tension eased away as he straightened them, the pain dulled when he pulled back as saw the absolutely adorable look on Virgil’s face. He was as red as a scorching sunset, his startled doe-eyes wide in surprise, his ruby lips glistened from their kiss.
“Good morning to you too Princy” Virgil croaked.
Roman grinned down at him nearly losing himself in Virgil’s gaze, “Good morning my beloved, I missed you dearly.”
“Salutations Roman, I hope your morning was satisfactory.” Key word, nearly as Logan intervened.
“HI Roman!!” Patton chirped.
His smile twitched, “not really Logan, and hello Pat.”
Virgil, still tangled in Roman’s arms, frowned, “what’s wrong? Everything alright?”
The bell rang, “Best not to be late, I’ll tell you guys while on our way to English.”
“I’m sorry you’re morning was less then satisfactory Roman, there are many ways we can start to rectify it, simple let us know what is necessary.” Logan placed a hand on his shoulder, it was as close to a hug as Roman was going to get at the moment.
Patting Logan’s hand he replied, “I know, I just want the day to end alright?”
Virgil glared at the wall, “Should just call your mom, or my grandma, or hell even MJ and have a sick say at home binging on ice cream and Disney.”
“Aw, Kiddo I know we all want Roman’s day to get better, but we can’t ignore our responsibilities, we have a test today in Chemistry and Lo and Ro are getting a new assignment in Spanish today.” Patton sadly reasoned.
“THE TEST!! Oh, that’s it! I can’t believe – no, this is exactly something I would do. Of course, I forgot the stupid test was today.” Roman cried, tears forming on his lashes as he tried not to break down.
“Roman . . .” Virgil started.
“If you do not feel prepared to take it, then we will spend lunch and the rest of English studying for it.” Logan cut in already pulling his neatly completed study guide out.
Virgil leaned over quietly asking, “Roman, what is this really about? Something has been bothering you and it’s not because you hit a wall, you do that all the time. Ro, please tell me what’s wrong?”
Sucking in a deep breath, “Virgil, I love you dearly, but I don’t… the nightmare… please I just can’t okay? Not now.”
Nodding along Virgil replied, “If you ever feel ready to talk about it, you know we’re here for you.”
Taking his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze, “My dark knight, if I swear an oath to tell Thomas when I am ready will that quill your worries?”
“No, I want you to tell whoever you want to whenever you’re ready, be me, Thomas, hell Remy or Emile, just tell us in your own time. Got it?”
That was hours ago and needless to say, Roman’s day didn’t really get much better.
Regardless of the kind of day Roman had, he needed to change before heading over to Thomas’ and MJ’s for dinner.
Hopefully it would make up for the day he had.
Then he really wouldn’t have gotten out of bed that morning.
Because who would want to know that their nightmare wasn’t just a dream? That it was a reality?
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