A/N: Oof! This has not been updated in a whiiiilllllleeeee!

Warning - Bullying

Patton's POV

Autistic Patton

Cute/protective Virgil

Dear Patton Sanders, today is going to be a good day, and here's why...

My whole entire life is as if I have been looking through a window... Always looking in, never being an actual part of the scenery on the other side. It's as if whenever I get close enough to being someone to someone - the borderline is always in the way of it. The borderline is always just a window for me to look through, never anything more than that. Ever.

School is... well... school. Bullies, teachers that don't care that the bullies bully. Same old school. Same old me... That same old, 'The kid that no one wants to hang around with mainly because everyone thinks they're weird...' It's not my fault but it's not anyone else's either... it's sometimes people have a hard time accepting me for who I am, and I am me.

But this isn't the reason I am writing this... because that's pretty much how all of my days are. Watching through a window, giving the occasional wave to see if anyone is actually looking back at me... No, today is going to be a good day, and here's why -

I am going to tell Virgil how I feel about him. I am going to tell the only person that gives me the time of day, about how amazing I think he is. How kind and caring he can be, or the way he bites his thumb when he gets anxious, or the times he treats me like an actual person.

How he makes me feel proud to be who I am.

But how do I tell him?

If I could just tell him, then today would be a very good day.

Sincerely, your best and most loyal friend, me.

Today is the day... The day that my life could turn out two different ways.

1 - I'd tell Virgil how I feel and he does the same, our lives turning into a happily ever after Disney movie.

or

2 - Every thing could go horribly wrong and I could end up like Mufasa from the Lion King... Not so happily ever after.

There could be a possible third... but I haven't thought of that yet.

School is a lot nosier than I remember it being; teens laughing, car engines revving and dying, random clinks and clanks every so often, regular chit chat, all rolling into one big sound. It hurts my ears. I suddenly regret not bringing my ear defenders to block out the mixed and matched up noises. Hoisting my kitty backpack over my shoulder, I shuffle into the chaotic scene leading me into the hallways of Florida High, slightly regretting my choices.

"Watch it, freak!"

"S-sorry!"

"Move out the way, weirdo!"

"I -"

"Nice backpack!"

"Thank you," I smile over to the person that complimented my backpack. "My Mom got it for me, she says it looks cute." I let out a giggle and take off my bag, pressing the small button on it's ear. "It even meows like a real cat!"

"Can I have a proper look at it?" I watch as the boy's lips turn up into a funny smile, quirking at the corners, his hands already out to take my bag.

"W-well just be careful, okay?" Slowly, I place the kitty bag into the boys hands, shuffling from foot to foot as I anxiously fiddle with my fingers. "It's very special." He nods and I notice some other kids gathering around us, getting too close for comfort. My skin is suffocating me just at the thought of people staring at me. What do they want? Why are they looking at me funny?

The boy in front of me presses the button on the cat's ear and chuckles. Just with the small meow coming from the bag washes away the bad thoughts, the eyes watching me are forgotten, and I smile. "I named him..." My lips move before I even understand what I've just said and I hear a few laughs reach my ears.

"Yeah? What you named him?"

"I- his name is V-Virgil..." My cheeks are hot and a cloudy fog fills my glasses. More laughter, chatter, snorts and yells echo in my head.

"Open it, Dee!" Someone yells and I gasp out.

"Give it back n-now, please -" I try to grab my bag back, but Dee yanks it away and hovers it above my head so I can't reach it. "Please, I need my bag. Can I have -"

"Whoa, I just want to see what you have in it, Patty."

My eyes fill with tears as I watch Dee unzip my kitty bag and dump out the contents onto the floor.

Laughter.

Shouting.

Laughter.

Shouting.

Laughter.

Virgil.

"Move out the way!"

"Get away from him!"

"Stop it!"

"Leave him alone!"

"V-Virgil?!" His name leaves my lips like water dribbling from a fountain. It's only when he pushes past everyone around me that I realise I'm shaking like a leaf.

"It's alright, Pat, I'm here." Virgil says softly, voice calming as he whispers close to my ear so only I can hear him. I nod and he turns his attention to Dee. "Give him back his backpack, Deccan. Now."

"What's it to you, raccoon wannabe?"

I watch as Virgil's liquid brown eyes narrow themselves into slits, pointed at Dee. It means he's angry. That's what happens when he gets upset.

"Oh my God!" A snort of giggles bursts the awkward bubble that has been growing around the three of us. "Guys, listen to this -" The girl gets closer, a piece of paper gripped in her tiny hands. "I am going to tell Virgil how I feel about him," she reads and my heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach. "I am going to tell the only person that gives me the time of day, about how amazing I think he is. How kind and caring he can be, or the way he bites his thumb when he gets anxious, or the times he treats me like an actual person."

I cover my ears with my hands, and squeeze my eyes shut as tears seep from them once again. He can't know. Not like this. I am the one who is supposed to tell him, not this girl. Not with people watching. Not now!

"Come on Patton. We're leaving." I feel Virgil's hand slip into mine, warm and soft, and see how he has my bag and other things in the other. "You all need to know how to actually be nice to people!" Virgil guides me back to the main entrance, taking me to our special place for me to calm down. "Touch?" He asks and I nod, quickly wiping my eyes.

Virgil's arms slip around shoulders, pulling me softly into a hug. I let my body melt against his, burying my head against his chest as he strokes my hair. "I'm s-sorry..." I sniffle out and begin playing with the fabric of his hoodie.

"You don't need to be sorry, Pat." Virgil's fingers twiddle in my hair and I smile, burying my head deeper and smelling the light scent of blossom breeze washing powder on his clothes. "You don't ever have to be sorry for anything. It's my fault and I should have been there sooner."

"Virgil?" I ask, pulling back from the hug to look at him. "It wasn't your fault either... if I wasn't so stupid-"

"Don't ever say that, Patton. You're the smartest and most kindest person I know." Virgil stares at me for a moment, running his hands through my hair again. "Did you mean those things, by the way? In the note?"

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks and glance down at me feet. "Yep..." I say and Virgil gently places his fingers under my chin, lifting it up so my eyes meet his.

"I think you're amazing too." He grins, pecking a tiny kiss on the end of my nose.

And all I can think about is the Disney movie happily ever after.