Warning: Mention of homophonic parents, mention of abusive parents, mention of parental pressure, accidental misgendering, Jeffery Dahmer and a fact, swearing f*ck(ing/in) nine times, sh*t three times, b*tch twice, g*d twice, pr*ck, b*st*rds, cigarette mentioned, bullying.

Roman bit his lip to hold back a laugh.

"That was you?" Logan asked, hurt. He and Emile weren't close or even 'friends', but Logan and Emile sat at the same table and shared a small conversation here and there.

"Yeah, you know him?" Patton asked.

"Yeah, I know them..." Logan corrected and Patton frowned even more, more guilt ridden at using the wrong pronouns.

"Well then you know how hairy he- uh, they are, right?" Patton asked, as Emile was very hairy on the rest of their body.

"Well, when they pulled the tape off, most of their hair came off and some, some skin too..." Patton admitted in shame.

"Oh my god..." Roman whispered, no longer finding it funny and he too felt guilty, for even laughing.

"And the bizarre thing is, is that I did it for my old man..." Patton admitted, "I tortured this poor kid, because I wanted him to think that I was cool."

"He's always going off about, you know, when he was in school... All the wild things he used to do. And I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, right..." Patton explained, as everyone listened.

"So, I'm... I'm sitting in the locker room, and I'm taping up my knee. And Emile's undressing a couple lockers down from me. Yeah... They're kinda... They're kinda skinny, weak. And I started thinking about my father, and his attitude about weakness." Patton said, looking down and picking at his nail.

"And the next thing I knew, I uh, I jumped on top of them and started wailing on them..." He teared up in gilt, "and my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, when I was sittin' in Sanders office, all I could think about was Emile's father. And Emile havin' to go home and... And explain what happened to them. And the humiliation... Fucking humiliation they mustuv felt. It mustuv been unreal..."

"I mean," he rubbed his eyes, "I mean, how do you apologize for something like that? There's no way... It's all because of me and my old man."

Patton looked down, "oh God, I fucking hate him! He's like this... He's like this mindless machine that I can't even relate to anymore..." Patton admitted.

Everyone was looking down, Virgil's face blank, Janus tearing up, the twins chest heaving slightly and Logan covering his face.

Patton's first was clenched and began gesturing with it, his voice loud and deep, "Patton, you've got to be number one! I won't tolerate any losers in this family... Your intensity is for shit! Win. Win! WIN!!!"

"You son of a bitch..." Patton whimpered, "you know, sometimes, I wish my knee would give... And I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. And he could forget all about me..." Patton admitted.

"I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling." Virgil joked, with a blank look, making Patton laugh with no joy.

Logan stared at the boy, he couldn't stay angry. How could he? Patton clearly felt guilty and this Saturday, Logan began seeing in a new light.

"It's like me, with my grades." Logan said, getting everyone's attention, "like, when I step outside myself kinda, and when I look in at myself you know? And I see me and I don't like what I see, I really don't." Logan admitted.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you like yourself?" Patton asked, frowning, finding Logan perfect.

"Because I'm stupid... Because I'm failing shop." He admitted and Virgil looked over.

"See we had this assignment, to make this ceramic elephant, and um... And we had eight weeks to do it and we're supposed to, and it was like a lamp, and when you pull the trunk-" he made an action for pulling on a lamp switch, "the light was supposed to go on... My light didn't go on, I got a F on it. Never got a F in my life..."

Virgil and Remus rolled their eyes, Roman didn't see the connection, Janus listened but wasn't worried, but Patton... Patton was worried, he could see the effect it had in Logan.

"When I signed up, you know, for the course I mean. I thought I was playing it real smart, you know. Because I thought, I'll take shop, it'll be such an easy way to maintain my grade point average..." Logan admitted, making Virgil frown in confusion.

"Why'd you think it'd be easy?" Virgil asked, he should know if shop was easy or not. Truth be told, he was hurt Logan thought it was easy.

"Have you seen some of the dopes that take shop?" Logan asked, as if it was obvious.

"I take shop..." Virgil admitted, its the one thing he's good at, "you must be a fuckin' idiot!"

"I'm a fuckin' idiot because I can't make a lamp?" Logan asked, confused.

"No, you're a genius because you can't make a lamp!" Virgil admitted again.

"What do you know about Trigonometry?" Logan asked, defending himself. Logan was smart!

"I could care less about Trigonometry!" Virgil glared. But Virgil was smart in physical competence.

"Virgil, did you know without Trigonometry there'd be no engineering?" Logan asked.

"Without lamps, there'd be no light!" Virgil retaliated.

"Okay so neither one of you is any better than the other one!" Remus cut in, to stop it from escalating.

"I can write with my toes!" Janus said suddenly, to move the conversation along, "I can also eat, brush my teeth..."

"With your feet?" Roman asked with a smile.

Janus nodded, grinning and said, "play Heart & Soul on the piano... I also have an extensive vocabulary and I'm good with impressions."

Remus grinned, "mimic Virgil- Virgil say something."

Virgil slouched slightly, "uh, ok? Weddings are an outdated overly expensive pageantry."

Logan smiled slightly, "fact." That earned a smirk from Virgil in response.

Janus slouched, glared and said in a dark, deep and gloomy voice, "Weddings are an outdated overly expensive pageantry."

Everyone clapped, with a 'well done' said from Roman and Janus playfully bowed.

"I can make spaghetti." Logan added, "I can also rap."

"Rap?" Patton asked, "wouldn't take you for that kinda guy."

"I have an appreciation for poetry." Logan admitted.

"Can you show us?" Patton asked.

Logan thought, "the XBONE can go, new games don't engage me, they aren't the same as they once were. I want something to fan that election flame. That is why I love word association games. For the fun to function you need an easy framework- a clear set of rules that help to make your game work. So, for this one: Let's say every time I say a word, I'll just to THAT train of thought and thats how I'll frame the verse. Mother, Father, brother from another mother, other then the (after mentioned). May I step up father? YES YOU CAN of Coca-Cola, soda pop, rock until my heartbeat stop. Sign from god, complex, apartment, gummy beary, crop."

Everyone cheered and clapped and Logan blushed, rubbing his neck shyly.

"What can you do?" Roman asked Patton.

"I can... Uh... Tape all your buns together...?" He joked.

"Seriously?" Remus prompted.

Patton thought, "I'm good with puns and dad jokes."

"Oh give an example!" Remus smiled.

"Why do flamingos sleep with one leg up?" Patton asked.

"Oh!" Logan said, he knew that, "it's a fascinating tactic. In order to preserve body heat-"

"'Cause if they sleep with both legs up, they would fall over!" Patton finished and everyone chuckled.

Ok, clearly Logan wasn't good with humour, or dad jokes, but nobody minded and he didn't bother correcting Patton.

"What about you Remus?" Patton asked with a smile.

"I know a lot about serial killers... My specialty is Jeffery Dahmer."

"Oh yeah? Tell us a fact." Logan said, leaning back.

"Jeffrey Dahmer often chose his victims based on the fact that they were drifters or people that would not be easily missed." Remus said with a casual shrug, making the group clap and smile.

"Thats great!" Virgil smiled, "I wanna see what Roman can do!"

Roman thought, "I can't do anything."

"Now, everybody can do something..." Janus smiled.

"... I can sing..." Roman smiled.

Janus grinned, "let's hear."

Roman thought, deciding on a song and grinned.

"Honey what you waitin' for?" He sang, "welcome to my candy store. Time for you to prove, you're not a loser, anymore!" He sang, making an 'L' with his fingers. "And step into my candy store!"

The group clapped, with Janus whistling.

Remus looked to Virgil, "what about you?"

"There's one thing I can do..." Virgil admitted and sighed, "no forget it, it's way too embarrassing."

"You ever seen Wild Kingdom? I mean thats still watched even today, even with it being released in the 60's." Remus smiled.

"Okay, but you have to swear to God you won't laugh..." Virgil sighed, "I can't believe I'm gonna tell you this..." He took a deep breath, bouncing his leg.

"I sew... I made my jacket." Virgil admitted, pulling at his sleeve. Wow, he's done a lot of admitting today, "I can tell when somethings ripped or is about to rip- which reminds me, Pat, you're jacket sleeve needs sewing. It's been bugging me all detention."

"No way!" Remus smiled, impressed.

"You? The criminal. You sew?" Roman asked sarcastically.

"Yeah..." Virgil reaches into his pocket, bringing out a needle and thread, he never knew when he'd need to fix something. He grabbed Patton's jacket and fixed the arm and only after it was fixed, did everyone notice the difference and clapped.

"That's great! Where'd you learn to do that?" Remus asked, grinning.

"Self-taught. Sally always sewed in The Nightmare Before Christmas soo..." Virgil shrugged.

"That was great, Virgil... You're clearly not the bad guy." Roman rolled his eyes.

"You're a shit!" Remus snarled.

"Don't do that to him you swore to God you wouldn't laugh!" Janus added.

"Am I laughing?" Roman asked.

"You fucking prick!" Virgil muttered, not that hurt - well outwardly, "at least I'm not a rich, pathetic bitch, who can't seem to understand when people hate you!" Roman frowned.

Patton frowned, "that's enough kiddo!"

"Oh shut up!" Virgil glared, "Romans a fuck and you all know it!" Roman began tearing up again.

"Virgil!" Patton scolded seeing Romans distress, "stop being mean!"

"What do you care what I think, anyway?" Virgil asked, looking at Roman, making sure his words hit home painfully, "I don't even count, right? I could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference... I may as well not even exist at this school, remember?" He asked.

Roman shook his head, "I'm sorry! That was when I didn't know you! You know, I have just as many feelings as you do and it hurts just as much when somebody steps all over them!"

"God, you're so pathetic!" Virgil snarled in anger, "don't you ever... Ever! Compare yourself to me! Okay?" He said. "You got everything, and I got shit! Fuckin' Rapunzel, right? School would probably fucking shut down if you didn't show up! 'Princey isn't here!'" His eyes landed at the golden crown pin.

"I like the pin, Roman." Virgil snarled.

"Shut up..." Roman whispered.

"Is that real gold, Roman?" Virgil asked, making Remus finger his silver crown pin.

"Shut up!" Roman yelled, tears down his cheeks.

"I bet it is... Did you work, for the money for that pin?" Virgil asked, glaring, "or did your daddy buy it?"

"SHUT UP!" Roman and now Remus, yelled. Roman with tears down his face and Remus on the verge of crying.

"I bet he bought those for you!" Virgil yelled, "I
bet those were Christmas gifts! Right? You know what I got for Christmas this year? It was a better fuckin' year at the old Black family! I got a carton of cigarettes." Virgil glared, not looking to Remus because the moment he did he knew he'd apologize.

"The old man grabbed me-" he grabbed the collar of his vest, "and said "Hey! Smoke up Virgilius!" Okay, so go home'n cry to your daddy, don't cry here, okay?" Virgil demanded, his hate filled glare was aimed at the floor.

It was silent, besides heavy breathing and shaky, tearful breaths.

"My God, are we gonna be like our parents?" Patton asked.

"No..." Roman said, "I can't... Not with my parents being homophobic bastards... Who won't let me do drama or theatre, because it's 'gay'..."

"I'd rather not treat others like they're a lost cause like they do with me." Remus added, "god they hate me. Not my fault I have intrusive thoughts."

Patton frowned and Logan whispered, "unwanted thoughts. They can be violent and they cause sever anxiety."

"It's unavoidable, it just happens." Janus said sadly.

"What happens?" Roman asked, looking to Janus.

"When you grow up, your heart dies." Janus answered regretfully.

"Who cares?" Snarled Virgil, eyes sad as he glanced to a sad Remus.

Janus looked down sadly, dry tears on his cheeks and new ones rising.

"I care..."