Virgil Sanders had always loved Roman, and he knew it was time he found out. It was late evening and the sky was many beautiful tones of red and orange. Not as beautiful as Roman, Virgil thought, turning the colour of the sky.
Virgil pulled on his purple hoodie while staring in the mirror. He carefully applied his smokey dark eyeshadow. His radiant purple hair fell over his face. He took a deep breath and walked out the door.
It was late now and the stars glimmered in the night sky. Then he saw him standing there on the balcony. Princey was hot. The way his oak brown hair falls like ocean waves. The gleam of determination in his dazzling blue eyes. Virgil knew Roman wanted a prince of his own one day, Virgil just hoped that prince would be him.
Virgil walked over to him.
"How's it going sir sing-a-lot?" Virgil asked
"Not bad," Roman replied "how about my chemically imbalanced romance?" He joked.
"Good, just a little chilly," Virgil claimed.
"Then come here," Roman said, jesturing to his open arms. Virgil blushed and snuggled up against Romans warm chest.
Although they were both parts of Thomas, Roman was a few inches taller and more muscular. Virgil grabbed his hand and jerked him towards the bedroom. This startled Roman, he lost his balance and regained it a few inches away from Virgil's face.
"Come on Princey! I wanna know why they call you passionate," Virgil said while dragging him into the bedroom.
They collapsed onto the double bed in each overs arms. Roman sat up and wrapped his arms around Virgil's shoulders. He kissed him with his luscious lips that tasted like blueberry chapstick. Virgil laughed.
"Princey, why do you taste like a blueberry?"
Roman smirked and looked him in the eyes.
"Shouldn't you know Virg? I'm a snack."
His eyes gleamed seductively. Virgil laughed before kissing him again. He could feel Romans hands on his face. He never wanted this moment to end. They both fell asleep in eachovers arms.