As everyone was eating their lunches and talking, Remy looked at Virgil.
"Y'know Virgil, the drama club needs a tech-" Remy started. Virgil cut him off.
"No." He said.
"But-"
"Remember the last time I worked tech? It ended horribly."
"That was one time."
"I'm still not doing it."
"Oh fine..."
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"I'm gonna walk Emile home, okay Virge?" Remy asked.
"Sure."
It was after school and everyone was walking home. Logan and Patton went over to the other street and waved goodbye to Virgil and Roman.
"Looks like we live on the same street," Roman said.
"Right..."
"So... what was the thing about the drama club?" Roman asked.
"Oh, apparently the drama club needs a new tech or something."
"I know. I'm in the drama club."
"Figures," Virgil said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Roman questioned.
"It means I can read you like a book."
"How rude..."
"How is that rude? All I said is that I can read you like a book." Virgil said.
"Anyways, you used to work in tech?"
"Yeah, at my old high school."
"What happened?"
"Something went wrong with the wiring and I completely messed it up. Everyone thought it was my fault and that I did it on purpose."
"Did you?"
"I don't even know anymore." Virgil sighed.
"Well, I don't think it was your fault. I think someone sabotaged you. That happens a lot in theatre."
"How many times?"
"A lot more times than you know." Roman chuckled.
"Hm... that makes me feel a little bit better. Thank you."
"You're welcome. If you ever need something, call me." Roman wrote down his number and handed it to Virgil. "See you later, emo nightmare."
Virgil watched as Roman walked across the street. He had never been called an emo nightmare before... he liked the nickname. He looked at the number and decided to put it in his phone, just in case, of course.
Virgil continued to walk to his house.