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[justgalactic]

Smol Sanders Sides

((Mainly did this for @lamp-calm-sanders’ b-day today!! Happy birthday friend!!))

But, uh, the sides are Smol Children and Virgil is a Lonely Bean and…this started off and it was gonna be a paragraph of a concept…it turned into this.

Virgil was always the kid who sat alone at lunch. He didn’t mind, he liked to watch the other students while he ate. To him, that was infinitely more interesting than talking to them. Specifically, he had observed three other kids.

The first was a boy with glasses, who constantly carried a book in his hands. Virgil loved to hear his voice, particularly when he read aloud in class, which was often. He read clearly and calmly, with a certain amount smugness in his voice that made him impossibly interesting to Virgil.

The second was a boy that simultaneously made Virgil incredibly annoyed and incredibly interested. His movements were large and bold, and he was obviously proud of himself. Virgil watched the boy’s hands move as he talked, the confident gestures fascinated him.

The third was a boy who Virgil had never seen frown. His smile was part of his every day outfit. He wore glasses, like the first, but the two couldn’t have been more different. This boy was bouncy and bubbly. His smile interested Virgil, who loved to study the other boy’s dimples form and shift as he laughed.

Sometimes Virgil wondered if any of the other kids thought about him in the way he thought about them. But he had a feeling that they weren’t even aware of his existence.

As the kids shuffled into their desks, and the morning announcements started, Virgil did his best to sink low in his chair. It was his least favorite day of the year. They read off the list of students whose birthdays happened to be on this particular day. Virgil cringed when he heard his name read aloud over the staticky loudspeaker. He shifted his gaze around the class, wondering if anyone knew it was him.

The best year had been kindergarten, when everyone else assumed that “Virgil” was in another grade.

The worst had been last year, first grade, when someone had realized who he was, and he sat as the entire class sang happy birthday to him. The attention made his face as red as a tomato.

However, looking around at the others, it was clear that none of them had any idea. Except…one boy, the one with the enchanting smile. He stared at Virgil, a mix of confusion, intrigue, and determination on his face.

Then, realizing Virgil had caught him staring, he turned back to the rest of his table. It was the boy with the perfect voice, and the boy with the dynamic hand gestures. They whispered amongst the three of them, casting quick glances back at Virgil every so often.

Virgil wanted to disappear.

At lunch, he took his normal seat, alone. The others hadn’t done anything unusual…yet.

Something was different though, they were usually at lunch before him. What was taking them so long today-

A hand touched his shoulder. A voice that was oh so painfully familiar spoke.

“You are Virgil, correct?” Nervous, and his mouth dry, Virgil only nodded.

“It’s you’re birthday, isn’t it?” Turning towards the sound of the new voice, Virgil saw that fascinating smile. For the first time ever, it was directed right at him. And that felt…amazing. Realizing he hadn’t answered the question, Virgil quickly nodded again.

“May we sit down?” The third boy gestured towards the empty table. Virgil stared at the boy’s fingertips for a moment, noticing how he only became more confident up close. He nodded for a third time, and they sat. “By the way, I’m Roman,” he pointed proudly at his chest.

“I’m Logan,” the words floated perfectly off of his tongue.

“My name’s Patton!” The boy grinned. “We heard about your birthday on the announcements this morning, and well…” He pulled a piece of lined paper out of his notebook.

Virgil took it, and stared. In the center was a drawing of a stick figure that he assumed was supposed to resemble him. The figure wore a party hat, and was holding a purple balloon.

“You wear purple a lot, so I thought it might be your favorite color,” Patton explained. The outside of the card was colored with ornate yellow and red designs. Roman motioned to them, and asked,

“Do you like them?” Virgil nodded, still speechless. Between the decorations and the drawing, there was a list, written in dark blue pen.

‘You listen to music every day, and you tap your foot to the rhythm’ 'The patches on your favorite hoodie are homemade’ 'You get excited when we talk about space in class’

Logan cleared his throat as he saw Virgil reading the list. “Just a few things I…noticed about you.” He studied Virgil’s unmoving face. “Maybe it’s weird, I apologize-”

“It’s great,” Virgil croaked, his voice caught in his throat. The others’ eyes widened, and he realized it was the first time he’d spoken to them. “Thank you guys. So much.”

Patton grinned, Roman made a dramatic gesture of triumph, and Logan breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around at them, Virgil couldn’t help but let out the tiniest of chuckles. Logan cocked his head curiously to the side, and then took the paper from Virgil, taking a dark blue pen from his pocket. He quickly scrawled something before handing it back to Virgil.

'You have a very sweet laugh’

Virgil touched the paper, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe it was real. The others took out their lunches, talking animatedly, and asking Virgil questions about his music, and why he liked space so much.

That afternoon, as Virgil was walking home, the barest hint of smiles on his face, he heard a familiar voice.

“Virge! Wait up!” His heart raced at the nickname. He turned around, and saw Patton barreling towards him, followed by Roman, also running at breakneck speed. Logan was following them, shaking his head, but laughing quietly. “Hey, can we come over to your house?” Virgil shrugged, knowing his parents would be happily surprised to see the others with him. “Also, do you have an oven?” Patton asked.

A few minutes later, they stood in Virgil’s kitchen, his mother staring incredulously at the four boys.

“What do you want to do?”

“We want to bake Virge a purple birthday cake!! A cake that looks like space,” Patton happily announced. Virgil’s mother sighed, and began showing them how to make a vanilla cake, adding in purple food coloring. They then helped her make the blue frosting, or at least, they licked the spoons clean for her. She frosted the cake with swirls of frosting, leaving some purple bits. In the end, it looked like a galaxy on a plate. They turned out the lights and lit the candles.

As they sung to him, Virgil remarked that this was vastly different from most birthdays he’d had, and very different from the last time people had sung happy birthday for him. They finished, and Roman turned to him with a smile.

“Blow them out and make a wish!”

Closing his eyes, Virgil focused all of his energy on the candles in front of him.

'I wish that every birthday from now on is like this one’

[chouse16]

can they crash each other out pls

[shadowheartssimp]

DK was out for me, I swear.

[iuiuiulia]

I can't wait for this year to be over because I'll have some money and I'll be able to see my friends and I'll be able to sleep again

[julianeverly]

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