Requested by the amazingly kind @Maria_Dawncaller

"Alright students. We have a partner project that we are going to be starting today! Its on influential people of the 21st century, anywhere in the world " The History teacher announced.
Most kids got incredibly excited to have partner work.
Not Virgil. Not lonely, friendless, anxious Virgil.
"The project will be 6 weeks long. You will have to work outside of school for this, so be prepared!" She said.
Most students were okay with that! Its just their friends at their house!
"And I will be choosing your partners." She added.
Pretty much the entire classroom groaned when she said that.
Forced Partners is the worst.
"Alright! Lets get into partners!" The teacher exclaimed, way too cheery as she pulled up the list of partners.
She read off names, some people with their friends, even.
"Remy and Emile. Virgil and Roman." She listed.
Sadly, Virgil was not as lucky.
He was working with Roman McKnight. Roman was popular, and athletic and talented.
Definitely Virgils polar opposite.
Romans POV:
When I first heard that I was working with 'Virgil', I had absolutely no idea who he was, to be honest.
But then I saw him.
The kid I, Roman McKnight, has to work with is this emo kid.
I'll bet he doesn't talk to me, he won't do any work and of course he'll be super weird. I mean, he sits in the back of the classroom and never talks in class.
How much weirder can it get?
But, we aren't allowed to switch partners unless it's a real, legit and huge issue.
"Hello, Im Roman! You must be Virgil!" I tried to be excited as I reached his desk.
"Hi." He looked up at me.
In that moment, my heart might have stopped.
He was beautiful.
His eyes were a gorgeous shade of brown and I kid you not, they sparkled.
His purple hair was a bit grown out and I could only see his bangs, because of his hood.
But his nose was adorable and his mouth was so perfect. If he never had braces for those perfect teeth, im going to be pissed. Because that isn't fair.
I sat down beside him.
"So, who do you want to do the project on?" I asked, expecting so weird answer or someone I've never heard of, but he just went
"Someone who people know of, but don't know about. Like people know who RBG and those people are, but they don't really know them know them."
That was actually a really smart idea...
"So, how about we each pick one, and we'll decide from those two!" I said.
He smiled a little bit and nodded.
This boy will be the death of me.
I wrote down Emma Gonzales. She was one of the survivors of the Marjory Stoneman Douglas school shooting and now is an activist for gun control.
"Do you have yours?" Virgil asked quietly.
"Yes!" I exclaimed.
"You go first." He said.
"I chose Emma Gonzales." I told him.
"The gun control activist!" He exclaimed.
"Who did you choose?" I asked, curious to find out if his person was super weird or not.
"Well, I picked Emma Watson. She's really powerful and iconic so I thought of her." He mumbled.
Emma Watson won. And I love her.
He began planning the things to look up and how our poster is going to look before class ended.
"Oh wait! We have to do some of this work on our free time! Here, I'll give you my number and we'll arrange a date." I said.
"Umm. Ok." He responded.
I scribbled my number on a sticky note and we left class.
He texted me later that day.
Virgil: we should probably get together to work soon. We only have 5 weeks.
Me: yea. But who's house?
Virgil: we could do it at mine, I guess. But there's just one condition.
Me: what is it? And your house works.
Virgil: So, uh. I have two moms. Does that make you uncomfortable?
Me: are you serious??
Virgil: im sorry. Im weird and an idiot.
Me: dude. Im gay as hell.
Virgil: wait same tho.....
Me: sweeeeet. Ur house it is (and I'm sorry, but your gaydar is really bad)
Virgil: im not taking offense to that.

He proceeded to send me his address and we said goodbye.

After I finished the rest of my homework, I got ready for bed.
I put on fleece pajamas pants, a giant t-shirt and slippers.
I went to the bathroom and combed my hair, brushed my teeth and took out my contacts.
Once they were out, I couldn't see jack squat.
I stumbled my way back to my room and put on my glasses.
Finally, sight.
I sat on my phone for a little bit and went to sleep.

Virgil POV:
Im figuratively blind. I couldn't see that freaking Roman McKnight was gay.
That's kind of sad.
BUT HES COMING TO MY HOUSE.
I don't know why I'm so nervous.
I mean, he's popular.
And my moms are crazy. And overprotective.
And for some reason, I kind of like Roman.
I mean, not like, but I want to make a good impression on him, you know?
Well, maybe.
But, to not be embarrassed beyond belief, I have to talk to my moms.
"Mom!" I yelled.
"In the kitchen!" She yelled back.
I ran down the stairs, tripping a bit over my socks that were too big because I didn't feel like finding ones that were my size.
I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom scrubbing dishes.
She's tall and skinny, with curly blonde hair and shocking green eyes, like Harry Potter's.
"Hey Verge." She said.
"Where's Mo?" I call my other mom Mo.
"Work." Mom said.
My mom is a police officer.
"Oh ok." I said, and went to the pantry to get some Goldfish.
Right after I got my Goldfish, the garage opened and the dog went crazy.
Our dog, Luna, is a Dachshund. She's small but loud. And she scares the cat.
Lily is our black cat.

Anyway, Mo walked in the house, still in uniform.
Mo is Moms opposite.
Instead of skinny and tall, she's plump and quite short and rather than having long blonde hair, she has a black pixie cut.
She's my birth mom, not that it matters, they're both my moms.
We all said hi to Mo, especially Luna.
"Can I talk to you guys?" I asked.
"Of course!" Mom responded, pausing on washing the dishes to face me.
"Well, I have a project for school and we have to work outside of school so I have someone coming over tomorrow." I said.
"And you don't want us embarrassing you in front of her. Is she your crush?" Mo asked. It stung hearing 'she' and 'her' because that's the norm.
I haven't really come out yet.
"No. Its a boy." I said.
"Oh okay. Still, no embarrassing? Is he your wingman?" Mo really likes my love life.
Mom laughed.
"No. He's the one who's my crush." I accidentally came out. Im an idiot.
Yes. I like Roman. And that's how i came out to my moms. Can I get stupider? Spoiler: no.
"Oh. That's fine! Obviously we support that." Mom said, looking over at her wife.
"I hoped so." I laughed.
"Was that it? Do you have homework?" Mom asked.
"That's all. Im gonna do my homework now." I said and left.
Roman POV
Im going to Virgils house today.
All I know about his house is that he has two moms. And that's fine. Im gayyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
For some reason, I think I'm excited to see Virgil.
That's weird.
After School
"Ummm, you ready to go?" Virgil asked me after I left the school building.
"How do you get home?" I asked.
"I walk. I live only a few blocks away." He told me.
We began walking.
"Oh! I forgot to ask. Do you have any allergies? Especially animals?" He asked.
"Nope! Only Banana Boat Sunscreen." I said.
"Alright." He nodded.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I have a dog and a cat, so I was wondering." He explained.
"Ooooh! Animals! What are their names?" I squealed.
"Our dogs name is Luna, like from Harry Potter and we have a cat named Lily, also Harry Potter." He said.
Omg. Their dog is named after Harry Potter.
"Hey! My dogs have Harry Potter names too!" I exclaimed.
"Really? What?" He responded.
"Well, we have a big old Great Dane named Kingsley, like Shaklebolt. And then a little mutt named Tonks." I said.
"Okay. That's freaking adorable." He squealed.
That may have been the cutest sound I've ever heard.
Soon enough, we arrived at his house. It was really cute. Two stories, pretty kitchen, gorgeous fire place.
"Mom? Mo?" He called.
That's probably what he calls his moms.
"Well, I guess we're home alone." He shrugged, turning to me.
"Okay. Where should we work?" I asked.
"I guess my room..?" He said, as if it was a question.
"Sure!" I replied.
He asked me if I wanted something to eat and I declined, then we made our way up to his room.
It was adorable. Posters on his gray walls, a big purple bed, a vanity, a dest and the softest carpet.
"Sorry my room is so small." He said self consciously.
We quickly got to work and we're about halfway through the entire planning process, with only a few distractions, when I had to leave.
Time Skip, two weeks later

I've been going to Virgils house for the project about once a week.
There's a single week left. And now he's coming to my house.
Im kind of embarrassed by my house. Its big but it's messy and loud. I have 6 siblings, 5 or which still live here, and the youngest is 4 years old.
I briefed my family on Virgil coming, and how they had to be cool, because of reasons.
The reasons I didn't share.
The reasons being I like him.
Romantically. But, I mean, what's not to love? His smile, his laugh, his squeal, his blush, his eyes. Everything.
Ring
The doorbell.
He's here.
I walk to the door, stepping over a Barbie with a bad haircut.
"Hi. Sorry the house is a mess. There are a lot of kids here." I said, internally face palming at the state of my house. IN FRONT OF MY CRUSH.
"Oh! Its okay! But why are there so many kids?" He asked, smiling his ridiculously adorable smile.
"I have 6 siblings, well five that live here, and the youngest is 4. Do you want a snack or anything? We didn't really have lunch at our lunch period. Ooo! We have Ramen. Do you want some?" I asked. Our block schedules made our lunch period almost nonexistent.
"Umm, sure! Thank you so much!" He replied.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed two cups of Ramen. I put the water in and heated them up.
We took the food up to my bedroom and got to work.
We had almost completely finished the project when he noticed my nightstand.
Upon my nightstand were my bright red plastic glasses.
"Wait. You have glasses?" He asked, picking them up.
"Yes." I growled. I. Hate. My. Glasses.
"Woah! You have really bad vision!" He laughed, putting them on.
I reached for them but he moved them away.
"Virgil! Give them back!" I yelled, trying not to laugh.
He looked at my with an adorable
scrunched up face and said
"In your dreams."
We began to 'fight' over my glasses, me wanting them back and Virgil, not wanting to give them back.
Eventually, I pinned him to the floor.
And I realized, I was directly on top of him.
We both started laughing.
And the time felt right so I asked him a question.
"May I kiss you?"
"Please." He responded.
And we both leaned in, slowly but surely.
Then, our lips were touching. It was the best thing that's ever happened to my mouth. I never wanted it to end.
But it did.
To my sister Riley wolf-whistling.
She was smiling in the doorway.
Virgil blushes to the point he looked like a strawberry and I beat up my older sister.

From then on, we were boyfriends. And always partners. He would always steal my glasses. And I'd pin him the the floor.

A/N
What a come back! 2000+ words.
Im kidding. I suck.
Im so sorry it's been so long since my last update. This wasn't that good and I'm sorry to @Maria_Dawncaller for not doing your idea justice, but speaking of which.....
Here the request:

Alright. More frequent updates are coming soon. Thanks for reading, love you.
~ Brynlee