A/N This still isn't mine. Chapters will always vary in writing skills and length. If it's boring tell me and I'll attempt to fix it, probably won't but still, I tried.

Dinner had gone by. He didn't eat anything for the third time in row, his father had called him stubborn and told him he couldn't move until he "didn't leave a single spot on his plate." But after an hour without moving so much as a muscle he was sent to his room. Scott had asked his something about tomorrow but he had been to busy glaring at plate full of food but for some reason when he glanced up Gordon looked slightly annoyed. Nope he didn't want to know what he'd done now or what he didn't do.

That brings us to now. Virgil, sat on his bed, thinking why his dad would be mad he clearly stated on Thursday he was not to eat until he apologized to the devil, again sorry 'mother', and the one thing he wasn't going to do was that so no dinner until, who knows?

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6:47 am his clock read as he was blankly staring at the ceiling. In all truth he really did like his brothers, in fact he wanted to be just like them he didn't want to be left out. His brothers all went to the same private school they had many friends and they even had lunch together. But he went to a public school he's not sure why he was separated maybe his brothers didn't want to see him. That was probably the answer, he'd eat lunch alone and had no friends to speak of. In reality, he had stopped talking but no one seemed to care so it was fine and he would talk if spoken to, sometimes. No one noticed he'd used to often disappear, he would go through the woods were he would come across a clearing with an old barn that contained still working machinery.

He had spent so much time there over the past year, that was were he painted, built and relaxed it was his home away from home. If he were to every run away that's were he'd end up there, at least that's what he thought.

Virgil found himself once again in front of the mirror, yet the image reflected was not the face he was aware of. This face showed anger, he wasn't angry was he? He relaxed erasing all emotions from his face although the mirror took a little longer than he did. "Okay this is going to be a good day. Good day remember" he mumbled in a trance like state.

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Turns out Gordon had a competition two hours away, who knew?, good news he just spent two hours with his brothers even though they didn't talk to them. Bad news, he just spent Two Hours with Jennifer even though they didn't talk. He didn't even realize how hard he clenched his jaw, until they got out of the car it made a silent *click as it popped back to place.

Gordon won first, big surprise. He doesn't know why he was brought along it was a pretty pointless journey, sure they got lunch but they then went to this big shopping area.

Why would they go shopping? Who's idea was it to split up? He was staring at the ground so he was unsure of who got stuck with him. 'Whoever it was they probably felt bad, who'd want to be with him, oh yeah nobody' the voice suddenly spoke up. You know he had almost, almost, forgotten about that voice. The voice really confused him, sometimes it wanted to help, other times it wanted to crush any feelings of happiness.

He looked up because it was driving him crazy wondering who was unlucky enough to be stuck with the middle child. To his surprise it had been all his brothers.

'Maybe... No, they just didn't want to be alone with me otherwise they might have to talk to me as well.' He thought

Virgil drew in a deep breath, held it, then released it. The sigh represented his dread of the upcoming hour, yet he knew it wouldn't last long.

The first stop had been the book store unsurprisingly John sure did like his books, Scott had taken Alan and Gordon to the comic section while Virgil stood close by John. Him alone with John, him, as in him what were they thinking he did not know. After about ten minutes he finished skimming the book, then John glanced up towards Virgil giving him a slight smile along the way. If only he knew of the panic that caused Virgil to have inside 'why is he looking me?'

He couldn't remember the next place they went to, but then they had gone to a swimming place thingy after, they were now at their last place with models of car and facts about the f1 and other racing events, trust Alan to pick the place. They spent a good 40 minutes there, but it might as well been hours, they did ask if wanted to go somewhere but he'd declined with a simple no.

After meeting up with their father it was now time for the journey home. He slipped his headphones on, blocking the silent hum of the car. The song that played was a random song, he'd never heard it before but it was call Freak Show.

'How fitting' he mumbled.

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They got home at 8:20 just in time for dinner that he wasn't having.

You'd think grownup were, well you know grown up. Yet you always come across one or two that haven't yet crossed the line of maturity, and that one person right now was Jennifer. When everyone in front had made it inside she pushed Virgil's leg right from under him.

He continued to wonder when he'd ever get that sweet taste of revenge, but he knew not to cross the bridge before he gets there. In other words patience is a virtue, and things will happen to those who wait.

A/N I know how I want to end it I just have to get there. Somehow.