Birthdays and Brownies
Summary: It’s Virgil’s birthday and everyone is a tad busy.
Warnings: none that I can think of. There’s mention of fire?
Virgil wrestled with his keys.
Of course. Just one more thing that seemed to be going wrong for him. Just one more fucking sign the universe hated him and—
Wait. He was trying to open the front door with the key to the back. Great. It was a wonder he could get food in his mouth seeing how useless he was at basic tasks like using the right key.
The door opened, allowing Virgil to step inside an empty house.
Of course. The others were busy, and it was bound to happen. It was the middle of December, meaning that exams and the like were going on and the others would be rushing around, trying to get everything done.
Logan would be in the library, studying for his physics exam.
Roman would be in the theater, prepping for his end-of-semester, worth-a-big-percent-of-his-grade project to write and direct a play.
Patton would be at his internship at the daycare, trying to care for the children.
Virgil shouldn’t have expected anything different. Still, it would’ve been nice if anyone had said anything about his birthday.
He wasn’t asking for a lot. He knew the others were busy. He just wanted a text. Dinner, maybe. A gift if he was lucky.
But the others were busy. Sometimes things like birthdays just had to be put on the back burner.
Virgil supposed this would be easier to digest if it went along with chocolate cake instead of a microwave dinner.
Besides, Virgil was busy too. At the thought, he looked over his to-do list and realized that everything was checked off. In anticipation—actual, legitimate, foolish anticipation—Virgil had worked really hard today in order to get done early. Now he almost wished he hadn’t.
He tried to distract himself. Nothing was on TV. He had watched through his favorite shows on Netflix. Tumblr was feeling particularly sad tonight. His journal, left abandoned for a few weeks, just made him feel guilty.
He settled on baking. Brownies, he decided. It was a good time of year for something warm.
It was the sort of task that demanded attention and focus and Virgil needed that right now.
After a quick assessment, a trip to the store was deemed necessary. No eggs. Roman must have used the last ones for breakfast this morning. It was nice of him to cook everyone breakfast. Virgil wasn’t particularly fond of eggs, but it was a nice thought. Roman even remembered to give him applesauce instead of bacon. Bacon was gross with a weird texture and Virgil refused to eat it.
The memory made Virgil smile, even if it was only a little. Nobody said anything about what day it was, during breakfast. It made him a little disappointed, but surely, it was just morning forgetfulness? Virgil knew how useless they all were in the early hours, especially during exam time. He guessed they all were really busy? Or their phones all died? Or they just didn’t care and they picked him to room with them because he was quiet and it made rent cheaper?
A quiet, “Sir, that’ll be 69 cents,” broke him out of his spiraling pitiful thoughts.
“Oh, sure, here you go. Thanks.”
On his way home, he stopped at the flower shop too. The apartment really needed some color. He chose roses. Hell if they were overrated, they were Virgil’s favorite. He chose red and pink, which he felt Roman and Patton would enjoy. He threw in some white ones for Logan, too.
He noted the cars in the driveway and he felt his heart speed up. They could at least hang out for a few hours.
He unlocked the door, which much more success this time, to be met by the typical sounds of life in the apartment.
The kitchen was empty and so Virgil decided he would start on the brownies. It would be a nice treat to celebrate with.
Patton came down the stairs first in pajamas. “Oh, there you are. We were wondering where you went.”
“Yeah, you’re usually home sooner. Whatcha making?”
“Oh, brownies. I thought—”
“Brownies?! Those sound amazing Virgil! You really are the best. Hey, I’m pretty tired so I think I’m going to hit the hay. Goodnight, kiddo.”
“Hardly a kiddo, Patton. I’m the only one living here who can buy beer.”
Patton shot Virgil an amused look. “Haha, hold it over our heads that you’re 21, pal.”
“Well, wish I could have seen more of you today, but the semester will be over soon, right? Goodnight, Virge.”
The exhausted man—though he looked more like a sleepy kid in his cartoon pajamas—slumped up the stairs.
As the brownies continued to bake, both Logan and Roman also came downstairs to say goodnight.
Virgil placed a candle in the center of the brownie and thought for a moment. The flame flickered bright against the pitch black of the room.
What did he wish for?
I just want to hang out with my best friends, I guess. A whole day.
Virgil supposed that counted. It was getting late. 11:56. He paused for just a second, and let it sink in that it was his 22nd birthday. He was another year older, and so much has improved.
He smiled. The clock turned midnight.
And just like that, it was another day.
Virgil blew the candle out, and watched as the room grew dark again.
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