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Roman was woken up by a strange noise coming from somewhere near him. He was confused, but after taking a moment to wake up more and collect his thoughts he realized it was coming from the room next to his. He knew that Virgil's room was there, and after listening more closely he registered the sound as crying. While he would usually ignore any sounds and get some more sleep Roman felt concerned for the anxious side, and wondered what was troubling him.

"Virgil..?" He called out, hearing the sound stop for a moment.

"What do you want, Roman?" He answered back, not sounding as annoyed as usual. He just sounded sad, but he didn't seem like he really wanted to be left alone. Roman hesitated before answering back.

"Are you... doing alright? It sounds as though you're crying." He said nervously, really concerned about the trait next door to him.

"I'm fine." He heard Virgil snap back. "What do you care anyways? Wouldn't you just make fun of me if I was?"

"Of course not! I was feeling a little worried about you, but if you don't want someone to talk to than can you keep it down? People need sleep, you know." Roman shot back, frowning. There was silence on the other side of the wall, and Roman started to pull the covers back over him to get more sleep when he spoke again.

"I'm sorry." It was obvious he was crying now. It had gotten louder. "I didn't mean to wake you up. Someone to talk to would be.. kind of nice, right now."

"What's wrong?" Roman asked cautiously, wanting to help. He heard Virgil sigh loudly.

"Just.. some stuff I don't want to talk about. Mostly just me being... anxious. The usual." He replied vaguely, and Roman accepted that that was the only answer he was going to get.

"Well, if you don't want to talk about it would you like a distraction? Something to keep your mind off of it?" Roman offered.

"That.. sounds nice, yeah." Virgil agreed, and Roman launched into a long conversation about anything and everything. Thinking of things to talk about came easy to him, being creativity, and he could come up with topics for hours.

That was exactly what he ended up doing, talking with Virgil into the early hours of the morning. The crying he heard had stopped hours ago, and now Virgil was talking to him enthusiastically(as enthusiastically as he could get, at least) about the darker side of Disney. They had talked so long their throats hurt, and they had to fight to keep their eyes open, which was becoming more and more difficult every word they spoke.

After Virgil finished his statement there was a long silence between the two of them, both of them yawning and fighting off sleep.

"Getting tired?" Roman called through the wall, and it took a moment for him to get an answer.

"I'm always tired. Are you?" He shot the question back to Roman.

"A little." He lied. There was a long silence between the two of them, and then he spoke again. "Okay, I'm pretty tired."

"I thought so," Virgil laughed, and Roman smiled. Virgils laughter was rare, but nice to hear. "It is nearly two. You don't have to stay up with me any more."

"I do if you need me to, and I will." Roman shot back, being sincere. "Have I helped at all in cheering you up?"

"Definitely." Virgil answered, and he sounded a lot better than when they first started talking. "You've cheered me up enough that I think I could get some sleep without my thoughts keeping me awake. That's rare."

"You should also get some sleep, then. Beauty rest is important." Roman informed, smiling.

"I'm sure you'd know, you need a lot of it." He heard Virgil laugh, and Roman gasped dramatically.

"How dare you. If anyone needs to get a lot of beauty rest it's you. Have you looked in a mirror lately?" He questioned.

"I tend to avoid them, actually." Virgil said, and Roman, who owned ten mirrors and thought that was normal for everyone, wondered how that was possible.

"Anyways, Virgil, sleep is important. You should take care of yourself." Roman told him. It was silent on the other side for a second.

"You sound like dad." He muttered, holding back a laugh. "Okay. I'll try and get some sleep, as long as you do too."

"That works for me." Roman smiled, even though Virgil couldn't see him. "Goodnight, hot topic."

"Calling me hot again, Princey?" Virgil teased, laughing. "Night. Sleep well, I guess."

"Same to you," Roman shook his head, a smile on his face and blush on his cheeks. He laid back down, thinking of their conversation through the wall until he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Hope this was alright!! I liked it. I may update again, but I dunno I need to do at least some schoolwork but I guess I could just make it up tomorrow. I'll probably end up doing that...

Is it weird that I forgot I had a scar? I had surgery like, last year I think and I have three tiny scars on my stomach, and I was looking down at my side the other day because something scratched me and I saw it and I was just... oh. That's there. I have that. That happened. It's weird.

ALSO YOU KNOW WHATS ANNOYING? I STILL HAVE A HUUGGEE CRUSH ON A GUY I DONT EVEN TALK TO NOW LIKE HE PROBABLY FORGOT I EVEN EXISTED BUT UGH HES SO COOL I WANT HIM TO TALK TO ME AND LIKE ME AHHH

now that I think of it he probably thinks I'm weird or something bc I said something stupid that's probably it I wouldn't blame him but ughhh why do I have to like someone who won't ever even wanna be my friend God this sucks

I just want a boy to love me?? Why is that so difficult??? Just? Boys, ahhhhh

Anyways, lol I'm gonna get off now. I'll probably write some more. I don't want to do anything else.(unless reading fanfic distracts me, and it might cause I found some good authors who's books I wanna read) thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed this. *king George rolls in throwing ring pops at your face*

King George?

(yes that's a flower crown, I love them) Take care of yourselves. Bye!-Bob