REQUESTED BY BubblesCanGame

Let me know if I should go back to this style of writing or keep the one I use

Ever been bullied? Well, let me tell you, if you haven't, try not to get bullied EVER. Especially physical.

I grabbed my pen and sketched out a detailed photo of a dog. Cute, right? I'm quite fond of dogs.

Everything had been wonderful for me when I started highschool. I had friends, Patton and Logan, I was ignored by most, leaving me to my peace. I enjoyed it. While it lasted.

Now, I have no friends, no peace, but lots and lots of bruises. And a new one will appear everyday. My mother is an alcoholic. My father works a lot. But when he comes home at midnight, when I'm awake, we'll sit in the kitchen eating ice cream. And having to listen his awful jokes can sometimes be the best.

He knows I'm going through a lot. He knows I need someone to help me. He tries to be there for me as much as possible, but he's also trying to make money for us while my mother does nothing.

I've never actually been abused by my mother. She isn't an aggressive drinker. But she can be pretty annoying when she does drink.

Her schedule. Wake up, shower, make breakfast for the two of us, wash dishes, grab lots of beer, get drunk until 7pm, and crash out on the couch. (Sometimes, most of the time she's able to make it to her room.)

We never communicate. Even during breakfast, she usually takes it to the living room while I eat at the dining table. It's sad. My family is sad.

My school is even worse. Full of asses to the brim. It's intoxicating, honestly.

I got pushed to the ground during passing period. No one even dared try to help me up, cause the bullies behind me, about to kick my ribs, would beat them up as well.

As if I'm a threat and the bullies are trying to rid of me. I didn't even know them. And they didn't know me. It just all ended up like this one day.

My friends left. Bad people started filling the school on the new year. And I was those bad people's target. Why? I have no clue.

Everyone had emptied the halls by the time the guys finally walked away, laughing at my pitiful pain. I put my elbow on the ground to lift myself, then my other hand to push up.

It hurt. It all hurt. So much. My nose was bleeding this time. Not a very rare occurrance, but it doesn't happen every time.

I sat on my legs and cried into my hands. I cried loud. I didn't care if anyone heard. Because all I was focusing on was the pain.

I noticed it getting darker. I slowly put my hands down and saw a pair of black converse in front of me. I looked up and saw a kid, dressed in all black.

"Yo. I'm Virgil. But you can call me Virge." He held out his hand in front of me. Who was this guy? What did he want from me?

I hesitantly took the hand and he lifted me up. I blinked away tears about to fall and wiped my face.

"You look pretty bad." He turned and walked a few steps before turning right. He opened his locker and brought out a plastic kit. "C'mon." He said before walking the opposide direction of me.

I turned and followed. We were in the bathroom. He told me to sit on the sinks, I did. I decided, whatever this guys gonna do, I want it over with.

"I never got your name by the way." Virgil said, opened the kit and pulling out a white cotton swab.

"R-Roman.." I replied. Is he helping me? Who would do such a thing?

"You awfully quiet, Roman." He said, damping the swab and dabbing it under my nose. "Even quieter than me, which is a surprise. Anxious emo's aren't exactly the biggest talkers."

His face looked soft. Pale with dark eyeshadow trailing along under his eye. He wore a black sweater, clearly hand sewn on purple plaid patches. His hair was a mess on his forehead, partially covering his eyes. He wore black gauges and a black chain earring from the top of his ear to right above the gauges. His lips were chapped and slightly bleeding. They weren't small though. He had black ripped skinny jeans, and his all black converse.

I looked at his eyes, which were consentrated on my bloody nose. They were a blue, almost purple looking colour. Not to mention, beautiful.

I noticed a blush. Very faint, but still there. I think he wore foundation.

"D-Do you wa-want chapstick.?" I asked, looking back at his lips.

"Won't help. I bite and lick my lips when I'm anxious. The chapstick won't be any help. I've even tried vaseline, but it's still the same result." Virgil met my eyes. "Why? You want them softer to kiss?"

"Wh-What?! No!" I held my hands up in defense.

"Chill out, I was joking. I wouldn't go after a straight guy anyway." He threw away the bloody cotton swab and closed his plastic kit.

I noticed part of the cotton swab in my nose.

"Throw some water in your face, it'll help ease the bruising." Virgil shoved his hands in his sweater pockets.

Straight guy. What the hell is he talking about? I jumped off the counter and turned on the faucet. I made a cup with my hands and put water in them, throwing it into my face.

I turned it off and turned to grab a paper towel. Virgil stood there with a few in his hands. I took them and dried my face.

"You are straight, aren't you?" He asked, raising a brow. I threw away my paper towels and turned toward the door, opening it.

"No." I said before stepping out. The guys that bully me stood right there.

"Is that so? Looks like our little punching bag is a queer!" The main one laughed. The bathroom door swung open and Virgil stepped out.

He took off his sweater and put up his hair with the hairtie he had around his wrist.

So that's where I've seen him. He was in my photography class. We used to talk a little bit, but I never really knew him. I thought, watching him advance on the other three guys.

3 > 1. Oh boy. I couldn't watch, so I shut my eyes tight. I heard everything stop and hands on my wrists.

Virgil pulled them away from my face and smiled.

"All over." He said. "Your okay now." His words felt comforting.

"Do you... remember me?" I asked, stupidly. Of course not dumbass! Why would he remember you.

"Yup." He said. "That's why I helped you back there. Because in photography last year, I fell in love at first sight."

"Wh-What?! Stop spouting nonsense! Your making it sound like a cliché highschool manga! And I'm the girl!!" I fell to my knees. "Why don't you hate me like everyone else?!"

He heard him tie his sweater around his waist. I felt his presense in front of me. Crouching down and staring at me.

I felt his embrace. It was warm. I cried and cried until my lungs gave out. But he stayed there with me no matter how annoying I was.

"Because I hated seeing you alone." He sighed. "Those people are assholes. You deserve just as much as everyone else. No little. Honestly, I think you deserve a little more than them."

I wiped my eyes and looked at him. He had a smile on his face, the purple in his eyes appearing and shining like never before.

"And as long as I'm here, nothing bad will happen. Good things will appear." He stood up and offered his hand, which I gladly accepted.

He was right. A few days later things had started to change. And it was because he was by my side. I didn't know, but it sort of made sense.

As long as I talked to him in photography, everything was fine, but right as the school year ended and I stopped talking to him, everything went downhill. But now, everything is good again.

Patton and Logan started hanging out with us. And everyone left me alone again.  I was back with my peace and quiet. And I have Virgil join that peace.

"Is this like.. a confession?" I asked.

"I already confessed you, dimwit!" Virgil sighed heavily. "This is a mere, 'will you go out with me' sort of thing after a confession!"

"Well usually the other person likes them back."

"Are you saying you don't accept my feelings?" He raised a brow. I could tell he was getting irritated so I decided to tease him some more.

"Well, I never said I didn't accept your feelings. I don't mind if you like me. It's not bothersome." I said.

"That's not what I'm asking, dumbass!" He was about to reach his peak. He was ready to explode. Punch me, dare I say.

"What are you asking again?" I asked, playing innocent.

"You little basta-" I cut him off with a kiss before he could say such hurtful things. He was ready to kill me. Didn't want that happening.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked, smirking.

"I hate you. Asshole." He mumbled the last part and looked to the side and down with his eyes. And an obvious blush.

"Oh, well, I suppose you don't like me anymore, so I'll be on my way." I turned around and smiled, starting to walk away.

"Fuck off!" He groaned before pulling on my wrist and turning me around for another kiss, which I gladly took in.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Bet you didn't expect the ol' switcharoo. You thought it was Virgil narrating, didn't you? Mwahaha

Oh how the tables have turned

Anyways, here is a blessing photo