A/n: ty to everyone reading this story ik its basically just road trip piss with no real plot but its fun to write

It was clear that Virgil's father was not getting back any time soon, so Virgil was resigned to the fact that he would have to speak up soon. It was a little easier to speak up in the car, when his dad was there. But now it was just him and Logan, and even though he opened his mouth to speak, the words refused to come out. His throat got dry and the words were stuck.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled next to Logan. His dad had been gone for around thirty minutes now, and Virgil was convinced that this was all just his plan to get him and Logan to spend some time alone together. He let out a soft sigh, his bladder protesting every step. His need had increased significantly in the last thirty minutes, and he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to hold on without either wetting himself or getting a UTI.

It was a dangerous thing for him to put it off like this, because his track record for this kind of thing was...not great. His bladder could give out at any moment. One second he would think he was fine, that he had a while to go before his limit, and then seconds later he'd be soaking wet.

It happened so often, in fact, that eventually people at school just stopped caring. Nobody bullied or him for it anymore. People who used to bully him back in elementary school actually tell all the new kids not to mess with him. He supposed that's what happened when people grew up. They became more mature. People defend him, they help him when he has accidents, they'd let him skip the bathroom lines—it was crazy. Virgil kind of felt like he should be getting bullied for it, but he was glad people understood.

He thought back to a time where someone at the school posted a video of him wetting himself. When Virgil had first seen it he panicked, but found that all of the comments were in his defense, and everybody was reporting it. Virgil was arguably more popular than Roman. He didn't have many actual friends, but everybody knew his name.

Bitterly, he thought back to a day during the past school year when he had a substitute teacher who didn't believe him and wouldn't let him use the bathroom.

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It was fourth period, and the tardy bell had just rung. Virgil let out a sharp sigh as he sat in his seat next to Janus, Roman and Remus. He kind of sort of really needed to pee. Usually, the teachers wouldn't make him ask to go because of his condition. He was told to just walk out, and he didn't abuse the privilege because he didn't want it taken away. He only ever left the classroom if he actually had to pee, even though it was quite tempting to get out of the boring classroom and walk around the school for a few minutes.

Virgil usually would have darted out by now, but the teacher wasn't in the classroom yet, so he had to wait a little bit. He didn't want to get in trouble for walking the halls while the teacher was absent from the class.

"Just 90 more minutes before we get out of this hell hole" Janus mumbled, before groaning, "I hate Algebra."

"You're about to hate it even more, we have a sub today" Randy, one of the male cheerleaders, said from his desk behind Roman.

"No way" Remus said, "do we know who?" Everyone in the general vicinity perked their ears up. Depending on who the sub was. They were either about to have a free day of goofing off, ignoring their work, and being on their phones, or they were about to be in hell.

"Coach Jay" Randy said.

Everybody whose ears those words reached recoiled in disgust and began to shout in protest.

"Oh, come on! How!?" Roman groaned, covering his face with his math folder and slamming his head into his desk, "kill me now."

Virgil had only ever heard stories of Coach Jay. He'd never actually experienced him before, "oh no" he mumbled, his bladder stirring uncomfortably. He was really starting to worry about his chances of getting to use the bathroom now.

The classroom's door opened and closed promptly, and everyone's heads whipped over. The people who hadn't heard Randy say who the sub was immediately began to curse and mutter amongst their friends. Virgil tensed up. The guy was scary as hell. Tall, with a muscular build, and a face as cold as stone, set into a glare. Any other day, Virgil would be having a gay panic over those muscles, but damn it, he had to pee and this guy was scary.

He wasn't convinced the guy had ever smiled before in his life. So Virgil decided to just abandon all hope of using the bathroom right then and there, because there was no possible way that he was going to speak up.

"Heyyyy coach Jay~" Randy sung. Virgil looked at him in confusion and shock at how light his tone was. Why was he trying to agitate him? Did he want to die?

"Randy. How pleasant" Coach Jay muttered sarcastically as he sat behind the teacher's desk.

"He used to be the cheerleading coach for the guys, but then he switched to football" Roman mumbled, sensing Virgil's confusion. Virgil's eyes widened even more. Coach Jay had been a cheerleading coach?!

"Hey, coach can I go get—"

"No" Coach Jay said sharply, "speaking of—listen up, everybody. My rules are simple. Don't bother me, don't get loud, and nobody leaves this room. I can't be keeping up with you guys if you're all over the school. If you forgot something, get it after class on your way to your buses. Now everybody shut up and do your algebra. Don't ask me for help, just google the answers."

The class began to get to work, not wanting to agitate him. Of course, there was a group of jocks in the back of the class holding steady conversation, and a few girls gossiping, but they weren't being loud, not by any means. Virgil bounced up and down in his desk. He wouldn't be able to wait an hour and thirty minutes to pee, he had to go, and he had to go now. He was already starting to leak, and that wasn't a good sign for anything that was to come.

Janus and Remus clearly already could tell that something was up with him. Roman, oblivious as ever, was having a chat with Randy and a few other guys.

Virgil watched Coach Jay out of the corner of his eye, waiting for just the right moment, when he didn't look too busy or too upset. When the man looked up to scan the room, Virgil slowly raised his hand, forcing them to stop trembling. Coach Jay met his eyes and Virgil decided he wanted to die, "what?" He asked plainly, as if he was already annoyed.

Virgil's stomach churned, "Um—may I use the restroom?" He asked, his voice high pitched and tight, his eyes wide with terror.

Coach Jay snorted, "son, what did I just get finished saying? Nobody leaves this classroom."

Virgil nodded, swallowing down bile. He felt sick now. His nerves were shot, anxiety pooling in his stomach. Everybody in the class had stopped doing their work as soon as Virgil admitted he had to go, in favor of watching in silence, interested to see how this would play out. People were probably already placing bets on if he was going to make it or not.

Virgil knew he couldn't wait. He had to try again, "But sir, I—"

"You had lunch last period. Did you not go during lunch?" Coach Jay asked sharply.

Virgil bit his lip, "I—I did go, but I—"

"Then you can wait. You shouldn't have to go, lunch was less than an hour ago" Coach Jay told him.

Virgil's eyes shined with tears, his cheeks burning with humiliation. Everybody was staring. Everybody knew he had to pee. And everybody knew that if he didn't get to a bathroom soon, he wouldn't get out of this dry.

"Virgil has bladder problems" a girl piped up from the back of the class. Virgil recognized her as being the head of the volleyball team.

"Yeah!" Janus said, finally coming out of his shock and jumping to Virgil's defense, "it should be on his file, by the nurse, that he is to be given permission to go whenever he needs."

"Yeah, i'm not looking into that. Nice try" Coach Jay said, "my rules still stand. Nobody gets special treatment in my classroom. Those are just the rules. Twenty years of coaching and subbing, and not once have I ever bent my rules."

"You can make an exception just this once, can't you?" Remus asked. He was quickly getting angry.

"No. I can't. And that is final!" He yelled. Virgil jumped. His entire body was shaking. He could feel a panic attack coming on. The room was completely silent, and everyone's eyes were still on him.

A few other kids continued to try to convince the coach, bickering back and forth, yelling at him to just check the file.

"Virgil" Roman whispered harshly, "Virgil, just go."

Virgil shook his head from side to side, "no. No, I can't. I...he'll..."

"Virgil, you're on the radar of every nurse and faculty member in this school, you aren't going to get in trouble for walking out" Janus said, "hell, you're encouraged to walk out."

Virgil shook his head again, his entire body frozen.

"Just go!" Janus whispered.

"I...am" Virgil cringed, feeling his tears finally spilling over as his bladder gave out. The liquid began to soak rapidly into his jeans and pool around his chair. When his jeans were properly saturated, the liquid began to spill down the sides of the chair and make a puddle on the floor.

Janus's mouth fell open in shock, but only for a few moments. He was quick to comfort, "Virgil. Virgil, it's okay."

"Why are you guys still talking?" Coach Jay yelled, slamming his fists down on the desk and looking up. When he caught sight of Virgil, his mouth went agape.

The whole class was looking at Virgil by now, all with varying looks of shock and sympathy.

"Yeah, i'm getting the principal" Randy said, standing up from his seat and walking out of the classroom, flipping Coach Jay the bird when he began to stutter and try to stop him.

"Son, I—I'm so sorry, I had no idea—"

"Bullshit! Yes you did!" Janus cried.

The moment Virgil's stream cut off, he stood up so fast that his chair squeaked against the floor. Piss began to roll down his thighs and stick to his legs. He cringed, running out of the classroom with a choked sob. He had never been more humiliated in his life—usually when he wet himself it was because he genuinely had no clue he had to go that bad, but nobody had ever made such a big deal out of him having to go before.

He slammed himself into a bathroom stall and collapsed to the floor in a panic attack. He held a hand over his chest as he began to pant, tears running down his face as he choked on his breaths. He was never going to live this down. He was going to have to move schools. The entire student body was going to know about this before the end of the day, he was fucked.

He heard three pairs of footsteps pounding on the floor, and faintly heard his name being called. Janus was in front of him within seconds, and Remus was by his side.

"He can't breathe—he—Roman! Get the nurse!"

That was the last thing he heard before passing out.

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Virgil sighed, shaking his head at the memory. He'd regained his consciousness fifteen minutes later, and by then he was in the nurses office, his dad had been informed and was in the way, and the class had completely ripped into Mr, Jay.

Virgil had no clue that half the people in that class knew he existed, but videos of everyone yelling at him had circled around the internet for weeks afterwards. The next day at school, everybody was especially kind to him, asking him how he was doing, giving him high fives and fist bumps in the hallway—the whole thing.

His father took special care in making sure that Coach Jay got in serious trouble for what he did to Virgil. Nobody knew for sure what happened, but they never saw him again. Rumors floated around, but mostly everybody was just glad that he was gone.

He wasn't sure why he was so scared that Logan would tell him he couldn't go. Logan wouldn't do that, he'd already proven to be much kinder than Virgil had imagined.

But there was that familiar anxiety making his heart speed and his pulse pound. On the off chance that Logan got annoyed at him—and Virgil wasn't even sure how to go about this! Did he ask? Did he just, just tell Logan he was going to the bathroom, and then come back? Virgil wasn't even sure that this floor had a bathroom! They hadn't walked past any!

They'd been at the Museum for a long time anyways—his dad was sure to be back soon, and then he could just tell him instead.

But then again, his friends were texting him, encouraging him to speak up, and his dad was probably stalking them from somewhere nearby and wanted this to happen. So when he and Logan were walking from one exhibit to another, Virgil quietly admitted to having to pee.

"H—hey, Mr. San—Mr. Log—I—I mean—um, Logan?" He'd already messed it up, he was going to laugh at him or yell at him for his stupid stuttering—

But he didn't.

"Yes, Virgil?" Logan questioned, giving the boy his full attention.

'Oh, shit I never thought i'd get this far' Virgil thought to himself, "oh, um—I need to use the bathroom."

"Ah, of course. Thank you for informing me and not just disappearing like your father. Is it really bad?" Logan questioned Virgil with worry.

And he said no. You know, like a liar, "Nah, I just think—I might as well go before it becomes a problem."

"Very responsible" Logan said, "alright, the bathroom is right down the hall to the left."

"Thank you. See you in a minute" Virgil rushed out quickly, texting his friends about his accomplishment.

"Hey, Virgil?" Logan called aa the boy began to walk away. He turned back and raised a brow. Logan just smiled, "thank you for telling me. I'm proud of you."

"I—I—yeah. Um. Awesome" Virgil stuttered out, quickly backing away. He nearly tripped over his legs as he practically ran to the bathroom. He groaned to himself, "awesome? Awesome?!" He whispered, "stupid, stupid, stupid!"

He turned the corner and saw the bathroom signs. He was about to walk in, when—

"Hey, kid. The bathrooms are outta order" a worker said from behind. Virgil tensed up and whipped around.

Virgil decided in that split second that he couldn't show the handyman that he was desperate. It would make him feel sorry and then things would get awkward. So, he decided to just scare him off with teenage slang.

Virgil nodded, "I was just gonna touch up my makeup anyways. Y'know. Gay emo type shit."

"Oh—Your makeup was so good that I didn't even realize you were wearing any" the worker said, "looks fine to me, but all the bathrooms in the building are down right now, so ya may have to find a mirror."

Damn it, that didn't scare him off. Virgil decided that he hated non-homophobic people.

"Thanks. Cya" Virgil said, his heart sinking. All the bathrooms were down. He quickly darted away. His skater boy persona needed some work.

He returned back to Logan only to see surprise surprise, Patton standing next to him, "oh, hey Kiddo! You little gangster you! I just so happened to be standing around when I saw you speak up for yourself a few minutes ago! Good work!"

Virgil blushed, "dad! You are so humiliating!" He hissed.

"Oh, i'm sorry, I just—" Patton squealed, "you made progress. Now come on, it's getting late and the traffic is already really bad, and the next hotel is a couple hours away!" Patton began to babble about the next town on their trip, and Virgil was starting to wonder if they were traveling around the entire world, but he simply nodded, following Logan and his father outside.

He climbed into the back of the car, his bladder heavy and his mind racing as he texted his friends to distract himself.

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Virgil: omg ten minutes and the traffic looks worse than Roman's undercut

Remus: 💀💀💀

Janus: lmao

Roman: Uncalled for! My undercut looks FABULOUS!

Remus: If you really believed that I wouldn't b able 2 hear u from across the house, damn stfu

Roman: not unlike how I can hear u and Janus from across the house

Janus: 0-0

Virgil: 👁👄👁

Remus: I have to make it known that hes my property

Roman: no u don't, literally you're the only one who could ever fall in love with someone who has a face like his

Janus: .

Virgil: oh fuck

Remus: u did not just say tht

Roman: rocky road forehead having ass

Virgil: ROMAN!

Janus: you asshole I have a condition, you don't think i KNOW i'm ugly?

Remus: Janus, don't listen to his dumb ass, since when do you care about what Roman thinks?

Janus: I don't, it's just that if Roman's skanky ass thinks i'm ugly, then it probably means I am. Mirrors crack as he walks past.

Virgil: LMFAOOOOOO

Remus: IM CRFYIBG

Roman: I can't even do this anymore, can I ever have the last laugh?

Virgil: no

Janus: not likely

Remus: yah, def not.

Roman: -_-

Virgil: Fvck, this traffic could not go any slowerrrrrrrrrr I gotta piss so bad rn

Roman: did u not go at the Museum? U literally texted tht u spoke up

Virgil: about that

Janus: here we go again

Virgil: bathrooms were out of order. All of them.

Remus: god hates you

Virgil: that much was obvious.

Sighing, Virgil continued to text his friends, crossing and twisting his legs over one another to keep from wetting himself. The traffic was moving probably not even an inch every five minutes, and there were lines of police cars scattered around.

"I think there may have been an accident" Logan said, "I think I see an ambulance a couple miles up" he said.

Virgil wanted to slam his head against the window's glass to knock himself out, because at least if he was sleeping he couldn't be blamed for his accident. He groaned softly and shoved his hands in his hoodie pickets to discreetly hold himself through his sweatpants. His thighs shook around his hands, and his knees bounced up and down as he jiggled his legs.

"No signs of life anywhere around" Patton said, holding his ear as if he was giving a news report, "next gas station, miles away. And the grumpy monster—Virgil is his name, my sources say—ate all the gummy bears. What ever will we do?"

Virgil was barely listening, but he could tell that his dad had made some kind of joke, so he gave a weak smile and chuckled a little, before digging his hands deeper into his crotch. He could feel slow leaks seeping into his underwear, but he didn't want to say anything—they wouldn't be able to help anyways. They were in some pretty heavy traffic, nothing could be done for him.

"Virgil?" Patton began, "you doing okay back there?" He asked knowingly.

"Yep" Virgil responded tightly, "i'm great."

"You sure?" Patton asked pointedly, "you don't have to...pee or anything?"

Virgil blushed deeply, "There's nothing we can do about it, so just drop it" he snapped.

"Well, someone's cranky" Patton muttered, "didn't you just go? At the Museum?"

Virgil's face was bright red at this point, "out of order" he said, "all of them."

"Oh, kiddo" Patton said gently.

"I'll be fine" Virgil said quickly.

"Kiddo. I know you hate the idea, but I have a bottle—"

"Nope."

"Virgil, please?" Patton asked, "just try, okay?"

"No. Dad, there are cops everywhere, and—and lour windows aren't tinted like, at all, and traffic is basically at a stand still, and—and Logan is right there, and I don't want you to hear, and—and—"

"Virgil, you're working yourself up, baby. Just breathe, okay? It's really not that big of a deal. Get your blankie and place it over your lap, okay? Nobody will see" Patton said.

Logan smirked a little at the mention of Virgil having his own designated blankie, but didn't say anything about it, "yes, Virgil. I really don't care if you pee back there. Wouldn't you rather it be in a bottle then the seats?"

Virgil sighed, weighing his options. Which, he had very few, but still. There was no way he would be able to hold it for very much longer. He was pushing his limits to the extreme.

He let out a strangled breath and nodded, taking the bottle from his father, "okay. I'm going to...think about it" Virgil said slowly, unsure if he was ready to try yet. A hot leak of urine shot out of him and rewetted his already damp underwear. He cringed, "alright, i've thought and I decided. Don't look back here, i'm going to use it."

"Okay, Kiddo, go on. We won't be looking" Patton told him.

"You have our word" Logan said, looking at the road.

Virgil sucked in a breath, and timidly glanced around the outsides of the car. There were several police cars around the spot that they were sitting in, and several officers around the cars both in front and behind them.

Virgil grabbed his blanket and placed his over his lap, unscrewing the lid on his water bottle. He pulled down his sweatpants and the tight elastic band of his boxer, sighing when the fabric pulled away from his skin. He pulled the blanket up and peeked under in order to position himself correctly. Once he was over the bottle he tried to relax.

The car was filled with tense silence for several seconds as Virgil talked to himself quietly, trying to coax his bladder into relaxing, but it just couldn't.

All of a sudden, there was a knocking on Logan's window. It was an officer. Virgil's shoulders tensed and he jumped up, his bladder completely locking. Both hands were under the blanket, and his face was completely red. Logan rolled down his window, "hello, officer."

"Hello. I'm Officer Randolph.We're just doing some mandatory license checks. May I see yours?" The officer asked.

"Oh, of course" Logan said, "i'll grab it."

He reached into the small arm rest compartment in between him and Patton, and took out his wallet, grabbing his license and handing it to the officer.

The officer hummed, before handing it back to Logan, "thank you, sir. So, everything going okay in here? A couple of the guys noticed suspicious activity going on in the back seat."

Patton gasped, "Virgil! Are you having sex with your imaginary friends again?!"

The officer laughed as Virgil protested weakly, his face going red, "not that kind of suspicious activity. They noticed he kept on looking between both the windows and slowly putting something under his blanket. Chief said he looked guilty."

Patton sighed, deciding to be honest, "officer, nothing major's going on. We're just having a...little situation" Patton chuckled, before leaning closer to the officer and cupping his hands around his mouth, whispering loudly in order to embarrass his son further, "Kiddo has to go potty."

"DAD!" Virgil screamed, "shhhush!"

Patton giggled, "he's a little shy. Trying to go in a bottle back there, but he just can't for the life of him relax enough."

"Ah, I see" the officer said, nodding, "good luck with that. It's not a proper road trip without the infamous pee bottle. I'll see you guys around. Literally, this traffic isn't letting up anytime soon. Good luck back there, son."

The officer tapped the side of the car twice before walking to the next one.

Logan rolled the window up and Virgil launched into an attack, "dad, I am going to actually sacrifice you to the sperm gods, why the hell would you say all that?!"

"Officers are nosy, Virgil, would you rather have had him rip the blanket off of you? Force you out of the car? Plus, old guys like him don't understand that this new generation of kids hate social interaction, you sitting back there with wide eyes, being completely silent just makes you look more guilty."

Virgil knew that what his father was saying made sense, but he was the king of petty, so he wasn't going to let his father off the hook that easily. Yeah, he had to pee so bad he felt like jell-o, but he didn't cease his saltiness, no matter the circumstance.

"I—It's no use! Now it feels like everybody outside of the car knows, an—and I just can't!" Virgil sighed in frustration after trying to use the bottle.

"Baby" Patton said gently, "If you don't use the bottle, you're going to wet yourself, so why don't you just keep the bottle there anyways. To catch it all, okay?"

Virgil nodded slowly. He was properly humiliated, wishing that the car was going 80mph so that he could jump out and die.

He closed his eyes in order to relax better, leaning his head back, and trying to breathe evenly. He was like, 87% sure that Logan and Patton weren't even breathing anymore. Virgil tried to focus on stilling his heart beat instead of the people that could be watching from the outside.

A gush of urine pearled at the tip of his penis. He tensed up, before letting out a harsh breath and forcing himself to relax. After just a few more seconds, he leaked, and the sound of his piss hitting the plastic bottle was enough for him to lock up all over again. Frustrated, he began to push, happy to find that it was the key. His bladder finally gave out all the way, showing no signs of stopping. His harsh spray hit against the plastic, filling up the bottle rapidly.

If either of the adults heard his moaning, neither said anything about it.

Virgil was filled with a feeling of relief when his bladder was empty. The bottle was filled all the way to the top by the time he finished. He capped it, taking a few minutes to recover, panting heavily.

"Let me take tha—"

"No!" Virgil interrupted, "hold on! I need to take a picture" he said, pulling out his phone.

Logan's eyes shot to the rear view mirror to stare at Virgil in horror, "why?!"

"Because, Roman Remus and Janus will never believe me if I don't send pics" Virgil said. He snapped a picture then handed the bottle to his dad.

It was kind of tense in the car from then on, none of them wanting to bring up what had happened. This gave Virgil time to realize that his bladder didn't feel so relieved anymore—now it felt sore. And for some reason, it was really starting to burn?

His eyes widened in realization. He gave himself a UTI.