AU where your hair changes color based on one's mood :)

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Tossing and turning.

Tossing and turning.

Tossing and turning.

"Oh for fucks sake! I can't sleep!" The annoyed boy yelled, flipping the blanket off. It's been 3 whole hours and not a wink of sleep. He was starting to grow more stressed than anything, thinking of all the shit he has to do tommrow.

The only thing he could rely on now was starbucks. Coffee helped him relax, if it was done right that is. To much creamer or sugar and he would be anxious than he already was 24/7. (Me)

So that was his little adventure for the night. Slipping on some old converse and grabbing the keys, not bothering about his sleep atire. Who cares? It's like 2am no one would notice. After a few runs through some annoying red lights and a mysterious dude gazing up at the sky on the sidewalk, he arrived to his lord and savoir.

The bell to the door gave a lil jingle and upon arrival the place was empty as expected. The light's were dim and there was only one worker there, the coffee addict himself, Remy.

"Back again Virge?" He said from the counter, leaning his elbows on it.

"Yep. Can't sleep for nothen."

"The usual?"

Virgil nods, and looks around. There was someone in the back, appearing to be staring at him. Virgil was a bit spooked, and glanced away. Hopefully he wasn't some creep.

"Here ya go, a black coffee with only two sugars. Bitter as hell, but hey it matches your soul." Remy grinned and Virgil took his drink and smirked.

"Damn right." He took a sip and admired the oh so nice taste.

He found himself sitting at the window in a booth. Sipping his coffee while Remy was also sipping his sugary and probably diabetic coffee. They both did this often, enjoying the company and night time silence. The dude in the back however made this little moment awkward. Knowing someone was back there listening, the pair didn't talk much as they usually did.

Virgil did eventually end up looking behind him, and saw the face of the person in the dim lights. He could see how the light hit his features, so dark and sharp. Virgil could feel his face grow warm, and the two were caught in a staring contest.

The strangers hair slowly colored to bright pink, showing embarrassment and or romantic attractions. Virgil himself could just picture how ridiculous he looked with the same pink hair, Remy was probably silently laughing his ass off.

Just a pair of dude's, both blushing and intensely staring. At 3am in a Starbucks. This was the type of night you'd remember as a dream, even though it was reality. This moment was something Virgil would look back on forever, whether he saw this man again or not, or if he ever had the balls to talk to him. We'll never know, for this is 3am. And anything could happen.