A little oneshot I wrote because I felt like it,,, no editing or proofreading.
I got slightly inspired by the song Sold My Bed,,, haha
Platonic Analogical, but could be read Romantically if wanted
The two of them sat alone on the couch long after dark. Roman and Patton had long headed to bed and the nightowls began to wake up.
Virgil slouched against the couch resting his head in his right hand and mindlessly scrolling Tumblr with his left. Logan, on the other hand was reading a book and making notes in the margins for research he was doing on Pluto. They continued about their business in silence, the kind that fills up the room with a comfortable sense of tranquility and peacefulness. Not a word was spoken and other than the occasional scribbling of writing and crinkling of a turning page, all was still.
Offhandedly, Virgil noticed the array of rainbow notes that littered the pages of the poor book Logan had gotten so interested in. He wondered if the colors meant anything, as they were scattered randomly throughout the pages and Logan was rarely one for disorganization at this hour. Softly he kicked the other’s leg causing Logan to pause and look up at Virgil. He adjusted his glasses, a small tick he had picked up one day, and set down his book.
“Yes Virgil? Is there anything you need that you would need me to be of assistance?” Logan questioned, albeit a bit sarcastically. The anxious trait turned off his phone and dramatically leaned further into his hand that was on the armrest.
“I’m boreeeed.” He whined. “What’s up with those sticky notes? Are they color coordinated or anything?”
Logan sighed and rolled his eyes playfully. “I suppose not. I usually use my favorite color to mark interesting passages but I ran out the other day so I suppose blue will have to do.” He said and absentmindedly flipped through the pages.
Now Virgil’s curiosity was peaked. He lifted his head a bit to stare at Logan. “Blue isn’t your favorite color?”
The logical trait hummed. “I’m quite indifferent to the color, really. It’s very soothing to look at but so are all the colors given the right shade.”
Virgil looked upon Logan in disbelief. “All those times we gave you blue themed gifts and you didn’t even like the color all that much? You didn’t tell us- heck, we didn’t notice??” Logan shrugged, something he picked up from Virgil, and smiled softly.
“It’s not as if that didn’t take away the meaning of those gifts, if anything it heightened the sentiment as you all thought it was my favorite color. I didn’t tell you because I figured it wasn’t important.” He paused and looked at Virgil more intensely. “Was I supposed too?”
The anxious trait sighed. “I guess not. Kinda makes me feel bad for assuming, though.” Virgil opened an eye to peer at Logan. “Say, what is your favorite color?”
The teacher replied with a deadpan “Black.” Without looking up from where he fiddled with his pencil.
Virgil snorted at his best friend. “Black? I didn’t expect you to be so emo.”
Logan rolled his eyes at that and picked up the book again. “Actually, it’s mostly because the color reminds me of you.”
Virgil froze, a flush of embarrassment filled his cheeks. “M-me?”
Logic hummed again and looked up at him. “It reminds me of our friendship. It makes me feel like we know each other well, something that I have a difficulty doing knowing my lack of understanding in social situations. Other than that the color is very professional and clean. Why, is that of importance to you?” He raised an eyebrow.
Virge shook his head and smirked. “No, not really. You’re getting all sentimental on me nerd, I love you too,” He winked sarcastically multiple times. “But I’m taken.”
The eyebrow did not move from its raised position and Logan stared, amused. “Oh, you should have told me. Who has stolen your heart, pray tell?”
Virgil snickered and swooned dramatically. “He is simply so handsome and moving! He knows me so well, I think he’s the one!” He cried. Logan snorted.
“What’s his name then?”
“Oh! It’s simply divine, he goes by Bobbyus Ezekiel Demitri the 3rd but I like to call him my bed.”
The both of them erupted into fits of giggles and doubled over snickering at themselves. After it all died down a thought passed Virgil’s mind. “Wait… how do you even write notes with a black sticky note?” Virge cried. Logan let out another belt of laughter and winked at him slyly. “I have no clue what you’re talking about, blue is my favorite color.”