1The black haired man looked over his shoulder to the slightly shorter blonde in his backseat. Smiling happily, the African-American sighed happily. Virgil is what he was called, and he sat down on the seat as he pulled his legs up to rest them on a cardboard box.
The two were in a secret place for only them that they had found. Richie, the blonde, had helped him make it and name it. Virgil let Richie snuggle up to him in his sleep for the blonde was quite cuddly in his sleep. Not that Virgil would let any one else know this information.
Virgil gently wiped a strand of the blonde hair away from the other's face. Virgil smiled gently, and stroked the cheek with a thumb, and sighed softly. Richie was a beautiful guy with gorgeous eyes. His glasses hid their beautiful sheen, and the dread-locked head shook with suppressed laughter. Richie, and him had been arguing earlier about his glasses.
Virgil clutched the other tighter to his chest, and felt Richie snuffle into his chest, and groan sleepily. Virgil froze as he felt his partner waking slowly. Richie sleepily raised his head and looked at the other.
"V? Whatchya doin'?" He asked clutching Virgil closer unknowingly.
"Uh...go back to sleep Richie...Just, go back to sleep..." Virgil said softly, trying to lull his partner into a sleep.
"Oh...m'kays..." he said softly, and let his head drop back onto the muscled chest of his friend.
"Smell good V..." he mumbled softly.
"What Richie?" Virgil said, his muscles tensing even more.
"You smell good..." Richie said a bit louder, and sighed happily.
The blonde snuggled even closer up to the darker skinned teen. Virgil smiled happily, and stroked the fine blonde hair gently. Richie was his partner in fighting crime. Richie was his best friend. Richie was his muse. Richie was his inspiration. Richie was his whole world and then some. Richie was also his secret crush.
Virgil had never liked any one, guy or girl. Virgil only thought of Richie whenever someone asked a question relating to dating, or romantically. Virgil also knew that Richie would be horridly adverse to this which why it was so important to never be found out.
Every time his partner was in trouble his heart would stop, and his blood would chill in his veins. He knew the basics of the Christian religion, but when he found out about a god who said that he loved everyone, but cast the sinners to hell. These days it seemed God forgave everyone except for the homosexuals. Virgil frowned slightly at this, but turned back to the blonde that was temporarily in his arms.
Virgil hugged the young man closer to him again, and burried his face into his friend/crush's warm body. Virgil sighed, and rested for a moment. It was so nice to know that you had a friend. Even if it was cliche that they were best friends, and both guys.
Virgil began to gently fade off into the land of dreams and such when he faintly felt a pair of arms come up around him, and hug him back. It might have been a dream like the thousands before, but he felt for a moment that the arms seemed to transfer a feeling of calm, and a smiling irony to him.
Virgil let himself sink into the warm mass of sleep, and smile. Richie was so...Richie. He loved Richie so much. Goodnight Richie.
Wow...I lurved Static Shock, and decided to write a short something that says my idea about their relationship. I've never thought of Richie to be the hidden gay one, but more like Virgil can't 'out' himself because of the BB's. Ah, well...Toodles mi amigos y amigas!