Virgil let out a low hiss of annoyance. "Why does musical theory exist?" He asked no one in particular.

"D'you need help?" Roman asked. He'd already finished his work sheet and had just been sat reading a book for the past five minutes. Virgil went to glare at Roman but then thought about it and sighed.

"A little, yeah." He mumbled.

"It's just recapping the stuff we learned last lesson." Roman said, inching his chair over to Virgil's side of the table so he could help him. "You just need to name the different parts of the piano and how each part helps in making a note. You get it?"

"I-... maybe?" Virgil still had no clue how he was meant to complete the work but was too nervous to ask. Roman seemed to pick up on this.

"Still confusing?" He asked and Virgil nodded slightly. "Well, first you'd start off with the names. We've got a sheet here for if we forget the names of the different parts. I found that an easy way to do this was by process of elimination. Like, you'd start out with the easy things like the keys and-"

"I know what process of elimination is, Princey. I'm not stupid." Virgil said, a little too icily. Roman immediately back-tracked.

"Oh, sorry. D'you, um, d'you get it now?" He asked. Virgil looked at the work sheet before nodding.

"Yeah, I think so." Virgil nodded slightly and started writing. Roman offered him a smile which wasn't returned before going back to his book. This was progress.

***

"Oh shit." Virgil thought as he left school at the end of the day. True to the myth that it always rains in England, it had started raining. And not even just a light rain you could walk through. No, it was coming down in droves, big raindrops hitting the concrete and bouncing off it in such a way that made you wonder if it was actually hail. Virgil growled and opened his backpack. He must've packed an umbrella. He must've.

"Crap, I can't forgotten." He muttered to himself, considering tipping his school books onto the ground just to find an umbrella.

"You stuck?" A voice asked.

"No, I'm fine." Virgil said through gritted teeth. Suddenly, the rain stopped falling. Virgil looked up in surprise to find that someone was holding a red umbrella above his head.

"You sure?" Roman asked again, a laughing tone in his voice.

"I'm fine, Princey." Virgil hissed, still trying to find the umbrella he was sure he'd packed. He eventually closed his bag, defeated.

"No umbrella?" Roman asked, pity creeping into his voice. "Here. You can borrow mine."

Virgil laughed disbelievingly. "Princey, you'll get soaked."

"Oh, do mine ears deceive me or does Virgil Summers actually care about my well-being?" Roman joked. Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Don't flatter yourself." He muttered. "You sure you don't mind?"

"Positive." Roman said, handing Virgil his umbrella before running away, belting Singin' In The Rain. Virgil shook his head disbelievingly. What had gotten in to Roman today?

Feeling a buzz on his phone, Virgil checked his new message.

Coffee Addict: Hey Virge. :) I'm working over-time, can you pls pick Issac up? Thxs

Virgil sighed and texted Remy back.

Emo brother: Fine. Me and Issac will swing by Starbucks on the way back. He's probably forgotten what you look like.

"Hey Issac. Annie not here today?" Virgil asked as Issac ran up to him. Issac shook his head.

"She got to leave early because her brother had a swimming gala."

"Who's her brother."

"Eric." Issac said simply, jumping in a puddle and soaking his school shoes.

"Issac, please don't. Mum just bought you those."

"So?" Issac asked, grinning mischievously. Virgil rolled his eyes.

"You really are a Summers." He said, laughing slightly. "Come on. We're going to go see Remy at his work."

"Hey Virgey?"

"Yeah?"

"Is that yours?" Issac asked, pointing to the umbrella Virgil was holding.

"Hm? Oh, no. Someone gave it to me. Said I could borrow it."

"Who?"

Virgil opened his mouth to reply but the words died in his throat. "Just someone."