My brother is going to kill me...
John knocked lightly on Virgil's bedroom door, only receiving a motion of silence. He knocked again, but this time heard another door open. He stepped cautiously into Virgil's room, and noticed he wasn't in his bed, but walking out of the bathroom.
"Good morning sleeping beauty! Ha-ha, someone looks happy!"
Virgil wasn't in the mood for joking around, and took John's sarcastic remark as a nasty vibe. Virgil decided to try his best to sound like a normal person, whilst trying to keep his dizzy head from passing out. Virgil hadn't even noticed, that he was wearing absolutely nothing, besides his boxers and could see John smirking to his silly remark,
"Johnny, I don't feel very well, do I look alright?"
"Virg, I think you need to put some clothes on, open the windows and get some fresh air"
John was trying his hardest not to look over toward Virgil, out of pure politeness, and he thought it was properly best to face a completely different way, whilst Virgil ran to the bathroom again with one hand over his mouth. John felt a little sorry for Virgil; he knew what it was like to feel that sick in the morning. "How come all great nights, tend to have horrible morning?" John questioned himself. As the caring brother John was he marched over to the dresser, and pulled out some clothes for Virgil. He knocked on the bathroom door lightly so not to upset an ill Virgil.
"Hey, Virg? You ok kiddo? I got you some clothes. Do ya wanna opening the door? Virgil?"
A very pale looking Virgil opened the door slightly, almost asleep against the frame when he thanked John for the clothes when he then shut and locked the door. John decided on waiting for Virgil to emerge, and whilst he waited, he walked over to the curtains and looked through them. He unlocked the balcony door, and drew back the curtains, so the bright sun now flooded the room. It wasn't until then that John noticed something odd, the same thing Virgil had noticed early, but was too ill to think straight. John looked carefully throughout the artist's room, when he gulped. He had noticed someone else in Virgil's bed. John looked back at the bathroom door knowing for sure Virgil was the other side and then walked over to the double bed. Almost on tip toes, John gasped once again. Sound asleep, nestled in the brown bed covers, a gently breathing Tin-Tin slept.
John stood there, in almost shock, starring at the angel sleeping. John had always considered Tin-Tin as a little sister, and now felt anger flush his body. He knew Tin-Tin was with Alan, yet she was asleep in Virgil's bed. Everything was slowly coming together, and it quickly dawned, that his 24 year old brother, had slept with his youngest sibling's girlfriend.
John bounced back in reality when he saw a neat looking Virgil emerge from the bathroom. John's heart sank when he saw Virgil freeze in what could have been considered amazement.
"Oh... my... god! What the hell is Tin-Tin doing in MY bed?"
Virgil knew exactly what she was doing there; he didn't dare mention that though. He had actually remembered the whole night, pretty well. John couldn't believe the words that came out of Virgil's mouth. And with shame running down John's face he directed Virgil into the bathroom, closely following behind. With one last look at an innocently sleeping Tin-Tin, John shut the door. He turned back round to find that Virgil had sat himself down on the edge of the bath.
"VIRGIL! Are you kidding me here! Virg, do you know what you've done; Alan is going to kill not only you, but that poor girl as well!
"Johnny... I didn't mean to, hang on minute here, why am I the only one in trouble? Tin-Tin was a part of this too you know..."
John was so tempted to punch his brother, but reframed form doing so. Instead he turned his back and flipped back round again. John had grown extremely angry, but being locked in a confined space, didn't give him much of an option. Virgil had seemed to have perked up, and now was ready to take whatever hit him, even if it was John's fist.
"Johnny, you've seen yourself, Alan isn't exactly the most loving person in the world! Besides, it was Tin-Tin's idea"
Virgil was trying to gain John's support. Alan could be quite hurtful at times, and did usual did take it out on poor Tin-Tin. Those two would happily argue nonstop for days, but then suddenly make it up in the end, only to resort back to square one. John slowly calmed himself and accepted that for once that Virgil was right. Tin-Tin was one to flirt, and Alan wasn't one to be "all loved up" as such. Even Gordon treated Tin-Tin better then Alan.
"Right, Virg, all I'm going to say is that... I didn't see this; we were never in here ok? And as for Tin-Tin, I'm gunna let you two figure this out, I don't want any part"
John turned and left the bathroom jogged past Tin-Tin, not once looking at her and left the room. Virgil was rather proud of what he had accomplished, he had got John to leave without harming him, and he even got let off. Virgil followed the same path toward the bedroom door and closed it behind John walking off toward his own bedroom. Virgil starred at Tin-Tin snuggled up, and tilted his head and smirked. He was questioning himself, was this right? He was in such a daze, he hadn't notice Tin-Tin had woken up.
"Morning Virg,, you coming back to bed or are you leaving me all alone"
She said with her lips pouting and her eyes fluttering, Tin-Tin in one slick move had made Virgil's mouth drop. She had in one sentence convinced Virgil that he wasn't in the wrong, and that this was what she wanted. Virgil could either leave now, or walk back over to the bed. With a slightly bigger grin on his face, he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge and lay back down. With a small kiss on the check form Tin-Tin, Virgil couldn't help but reply back. The two of them started undressing each other, when Virgil spoke up,
"My brother is going to kill me you know"
"Yeah...oh well"
Tin-Tin was happy just to forget her boyfriend and felt a lot happier being with a someone a little more grown-up. Their kissing became more passionate, and all the fun had started up again.
