Chapter 2 because I have this finished, I'm just typing it all out.
I am the master of run-on sentences, and switching writing styles back and forth in the midsts of writing.
'Fighting with best friends,' Virgil thought. 'Really sucks.'
Fighting with friends in general is never fun, but a fight with a best friend is worse. A lot worse.
The biggest problem with fighting with a best friend, is that it hurts more, so much more, than fighting with just a friend.
Best friends know everything about you, and if they don't then they aren't your best friend. At least that's what Virgil believed.
It's because best friends know everything about you that it hurts more, because they know exactly where to hit, to hurt, and hurt deep.
He wasn't even really sure what they had been fighting about, something about Daisy and Frieda, and hanging out... It was strange too because he was actually sitting with the two girls, for lunch, at Get Your Grub On, and actually eating. First, a burger and fries, with a milkshake, then a slice of apple pie that probably wasn't that fresh but who cared because he was actually with the girls, hanging out, and nothing - had - happened! It was a Saturday afternoon and there were no bang babies, no fires, no cops, nothing! It was a damn miracle, or the Apocalypse.
Likely the latter, because Richie wasn't here, and he had been dodging questions all meal. The girls had stopped eventually, realizing that Virgil plus No Richie equals Big Fight, and they were rather cold for most of the end of lunch until he finally asked why they were mad at him.
"Because it's usually your fault." Daisy told him and he sputtered even while Frieda was nodding agreement.
"Well what was your last big fight about?" Frieda asked him accusingly.
Their last fight... Their last fight had been his fault. He had just save Richie's/Gear's butt - again - after he had been shot out of the sky by a green blob of... of gunk their latest enemy was throwing. After they won, he had freaked a little, okay a lot, but he had just been so scared, he was always scared of loosing Richie. He knew the blonde could watch himself, but he just couldn't help worrying, so he had said a few things he regretted almost immediately.
He couldn't say, well, any of that to the girls, what with it being Static/Gear business, but even by the look on his face, they could nod and say, "Told you."
"But," Daisy said. "When you two fight it doesn't really matter anyways, because we all suffer the same."
"Whether it be our friendship or... other things." Frieda added.
"Other things?" He asked, and took a sip of his milkshake.
'Y'know, certain extracurricular activities." Frieda said and grinned.
"Like saving people, rescuing animal, fighting off Hotstreak." Daisy grinned as well.
"Or that creepy green blobby guy a few weeks back." Frieda added.
Virgil, who had just dislodged his milkshake from his esophagus with a series of coughs, could only stutter... And sweat. 'I-I don't know what-"
"Just normal Static/Gear activities." Daisy finished.
"W-Wha?" He stammered.
"Oh come off it Virgil!" Frieda finally said and glared at him. "You think we couldn't figure it out?"
"Though it did take us a while." Daisy mused.
"Well, forest for the trees and all that." Frieda told her.
"Haven't you noticed sneaking off has gotten a little easier when we're around?" Daisy asked.
"Or 'not around' as the case may be." Frieda added.
"True."
Silence, because he had noticed. So had Richie. They had talked about it. Talked about how when finding places to change in crowds used to be secret-identity suicide, now it was... not so much.
"Methinks the boy gets it Daisy."
"Methinks so too Frieda."
"I can't believe you both just said 'methinks'." Virgil muttered and was met with grins.
"Anyways. I have shopping to do. Ready to go Daisy?" Frieda asked and stood.
"Yup." Daisy grabbed both their trays and threw the garbage in the trash can, setting the trays on top.
"Bye Virgil! Make up!" The two said in unison, and left.
Virgil could only gape, then shake his head and sigh.
"Unbelievable."
He supposed it was ironic that they had just been arguing about not spending time with the girls and the one time he actually spent a moderate amount of time with them with no interruptions was the one time Richie didn't show up.
Stupid fight. Stupid stupid fight, and dammit, Daisy and Frieda were right. It was his fault... again. It wouldn't matter how many times Richie got kidnapped, or hurt, or made a plan that backfired, the fights would always be his fault.
The end was the worse. It always was, because the end was where the absolute worst horrible comments were made and they both just left, and these always hit close to home...
'Pathetic, wimpy, irritating, know-it-all, with a princess complex! You can't go five minutes in a battle without getting hit or kidnapped! You really are just a sidekick!'
Even with everything that had been said, that was the worse. There was nothing worse to Richie than being called a sidekick, and the complete broken pain in the blonde's eyes had had Virgil recoiling in shock and regret. The hurt then vanished, replaced with anger...
'Annoying, stupid, asshole, with a chip on his shoulder the size of Mt. Rushmore! You're so arrogant it's amazing anyone can stand to be near you for periods of longer than five minutes! You- You're- You just-!'
And this time is was him who was hurting, because Richie was never inarticulate, and the look of shock on his face earlier was now mirrored on Richie's.
At that moment there were two things he wanted to do: apologize or walk away. He chose the latter. Richie did the same.
Face flushed, glasses askew, hair mussed, and huffing in anger, and it really didn't help during the fight to be thinking about how much he wanted to jump his best friend, because yeah, that would go over well. Hadn't even realized his attraction until then and wasn't that great? Having such a monumentous epiphany in the middle of them yelling.
Not that it mattered anyways seeing as they weren't talking now.
He was lying on his bed now, just staring at his ceiling. Bored, very bored, and why was it always when they weren't talking that there was nothing to do? To distract him? No school, no baddies, no League business. Hell he was even finished his homework!
The only thing for him to do was to make up with Richie, and it really sucked to have to apologize first, even if it was his fault...
Especially if it was his fault.
First though, he had to remember exactly what started it all, because unlike fights with friends where you could fake forgiveness, best friends always knew if you were insincere, and even if you were sincere, you still had better have a damn good apology set up.
Then he had to figure out where Richie was. Home or gas station, home, or gas station...
Well, he'd have to try the station because he really didn't feel like dealing with Richie's dad.
So, apology, which meant trying to remember the whole damn fight, which sucked, because he didn't want to remember and even trying made his heart hurt. but he would. For Richie.
It was always for Richie.
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