Virgil's POV:

I woke up and realized what day it was. My birthday! Was that a good thing? Or a horrible thing? Would the other Sides even know? Would they care? I'm not sure...

I guess I'd never find out if I didn't go see. I could ask Roman first since he's the least likely to remember. Getting dressed and dawning my eye shadow, I went to ask him. I found him on the couch in the common room, writing or drawing something with an intensely focused expression on his face. I felt a little awkward as I cleared my throat, making him glance up for a couple seconds. "Greetings Anxiety," he said simply. Yeah, he was definitely focused, and he probably didn't remember.

"What are you working on?" I asked, trying to play it off as I sat down next to him. He slammed the notebook shut and stood up quickly.

"It's just a thing for a future video, but I should really be taking a break and ordering some supplies for it," he said quickly before darting out of the room. I felt a pang of disappointment, hurt, and betrayal. I'd been trying so hard to be friends with him lately, maybe even more than friends someday... I shook out my head; now that was just ridiculous, Roman would never see me as more than a friend, if we were even friends...

I tried to brush it off, heading for Logan's room. He was much more tolerant of my presence before Roman ever was. Maybe he would remember and want to hang out. I knocked on the door, getting a distracted 'come in' in response. I opened the door and enter the room, finding Logan rushing around it from computer to computer, a manual of some kind in one hand, and phone in the other. He seemed super stressed, and I almost wanted to back out of even asking. "Hey Logan," I greeted, earning a distracted 'salutations'. "I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me. Maybe 'Jurassic Park'?"

"My apologies Anxiety, but I'm extremely busy at the moment, and I don't have time," he explained, giving me a look that told me he was sorry though his voice was stern. I felt another stab of disappointment; he hadn't said happy birthday... he forgot too...

"Ok," I replied, walking out of the room before I could show my disappointment. Surely Patton would remember, he had to know it was my birthday. He was in the kitchen, in a frenzy as he rushed around. "Hey Dad?"

He looked exhausted as he whipped around to face me. "What Anxiety?" he quipped. I almost winced, immediately backing up. He didn't usually call me Anxiety anymore, and he's never used that tone when talking to me... it was terrifying.

"N-Nothing, s-sorry," I managed as I practically sprinted out of the kitchen, missing Patton's look of realization and guilt. I got back to my room and collapsed against the door. My eyes were watery and my chest felt tight. No one remembered, no one cared, not even Patton... I blinked, clearing the tears as I let out a sigh. It's not like I should've expected anymore.

I stayed curled up in my room for what felt like hours until someone knocked on my door. I didn't reply but allowed them to enter nonetheless. "Hey Anxiety! We're going to a party with Thomas and his friends! You gotta come!" Patton said excitedly, seeming completely different from earlier. I shrugged and begrudgingly got up to join them. It wasn't like I mattered even if I went; nobody remembered my birthday, yet we're still going to a party. Fun.

We sunk down and headed out with Thomas to one of his friend's houses for the party, not that I was paying attention. We got to the party, filled with people, friends of Thomas and others I didn't recognize. My chest was tighter and my breathing was strangled as I was surrounded by people. I pushed my way to the bathroom, quickly locking myself in. The tears that had been holding back all day started to fall as I looked at myself in the mirror.

Nobody cared. I could disappear and no one would even notice. It was my birthday and not one person had said a word. Patton- Morality had snapped at me, the one person I was almost certain would have remembered and said it. It's like it would be better if I just had never been born. I wanted to go home! I just didn't want to be 'Virgil in the Bathroom'! I thought they were my friends! I thought they cared! I thought-

I broke down, hanging my head as I cried. My vision was fading in and out as I had a panic attack. To make matters even worse, someone was knocking on the door. No, banging on the door. I flinched with each time their hand hit the wood, curling in on myself more and more as my breathing failed to supply me with sufficient amounts of oxygen. Eventually the banging stopped, and as I sat there with tears running down my cheeks, I wasn't sure to be thankful, or feel even worse.

That's when I heard a jiggling on the door nob, followed by a tiny click. I looked up as someone slowly opened the door and quickly closed it behind them. I couldn't really see who it was in the darkness of the bathroom, or maybe it was my lack of breath making my vision swim.

"Oh my god, Virgil!" the person gasped, rushing to my side. They sounded familiar, they had a familiar aura about them, and even in the darkness I could make out a blinding white shirt. "Virgil, breathe for me, you're alright."

I felt a firm, yet gentle, hand on my chest, guiding my breathing to a more regulated pace. They continued to whisper to me, pulling me out of my attack slowly but surely. When my vision returned and my lungs weren't screaming for air anymore, I let out a sigh. I let my head fall to hide behind my knees. The person next to me wrapped an arm around me and pull me close.

"Y-You should be enjoying the party," I muttered, voice scratchy. "Not pitying a useless monster like me."

The person I now recognized to be Roman gave me a look of horror. He pulled my face to look at him. "Virgil, you are not useless, and you're not a monster," he told me. His voice was firm, but his eyes were sad.

"Whatever, it'd be better if I disappeared, just like you wanted," I said, looking away. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin but I didn't look back. "No one seems to care, or stop to notice that I'm here anyway."

Roman was silent for a moment before pulling me to my feet. I stumbled, but he stabilized me and continued to drag me out of the bathroom. I protested, knowing I looked like a mess, and that made me even more self conscious of my appearance than usual. He dragged me through the crowd anyway to stand near the stairs of the house, where a DJ had been set up. He let go of me to go up and talk to him. I tried to walk away, but the music quieted down and Roman's voice echoed through a mic.

"Good evening everyone!" he greeted, earning some cheers. "I hope you all are having a fantastic evening and are enjoying the party."

There were cheers in response as I tried to weave my way back to the bathroom. "However, there is one here, that is not enjoying himself at all," Roman said, snapping his fingers to cause one of the spotlights set up to land on me. My heart was racing as everyone turned to look at me. What the actual f- "And we can't have the birthday boy not enjoying his own party."

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. WHAT?! Everyone started clapping for me, making me look around in a panic. This wasn't my scene, this wasn't my scene at all. What was this stupid prince doing?! "I'd like to apologize to him," he said, making the clapping quiet down as I looked back at him in confusion. He was looking down, shaking his head. "We've been planning this party for a while, and today we were making the final touches and changes for the big day. Unfortunately, in order to keep it a secret, myself and my two companions, had to feign ignorant to the knowledge of it being his birthday. We had to blow him off in his attempts to interact with us in order to keep him from discovering the secret."

This party was for me?? What the hell?! "I know you're probably in shock," Roman continued. "Probably don't even believe it, but take a moment to look around you. Notice anything?"

I did as he told, looking around and trying to find what he was talking about. That's when I noticed all the 'Nightmare Before Christmas' themed decorations, a giant MCR themed cake on the table along with my favorite foods, the lights were mostly purple, there was a table of darkly wrapped gifts. Oh my god...

"That's right, we planned this all for you Hot Topic," he said with a smile, earning some cheers. "Logan and I planned the decorations, lights, and music, and Patton made the cake. I also had something I wanted to do for you. I know you hate being put on the spot, which I'll apologize for again, but I prepared a song for you. It's not in my comfort zone, but I thought you would like it. I hope you like it."

I stared at him with wide eyes as the crowd cheered. He took a deep breath as the music started and my heart stopped. No way... no freaking way...

Roman must've saw the way my eyes widened in realization because he smiled at me as he began to sing. "Gravity, don't mean too much to me," he sang confidently. My chest was feeling warm and fuzzy. "I'm who I've got to be, these pigs are after me, after you. Run away, like it was yesterday, and we could run away, if we could run away, run away from here."

The music kicked up, making the crowd cheer a little. I felt a wobbly smile tug at my lips as I met Roman's eyes. He gave me a sweet smile before going back to singing. "I gotta bulletproof heart, you gotta hollow point smile. We had our run away scarves, got a photograph dream on the getaway mile. Let's blow a hole in this town, and do our talking with the laser beam. Coming out of this place, in a bullet's embrace, then we'll do it again."

He must not hate the song because he was smiling as he was sing. I noticed how his foot was tapping to the beat and his little habits of moving to the song he were singing kicking in, making me smile even more.

"How can they say, Jenny could you come back home? 'Cause everybody knows you don't, ever wanna come back," he locked eyes with me again and reached a hand out toward me to match the lyrics. "Let me be the one to save you."

My cheeks were burning but I couldn't stop smiling as he continued to sing the song. The tears had stopped falling long ago, but I was just not wiping them from my face. I couldn't believe they went through all this trouble for me. I had thought they'd forgotten about me, but it was the completely opposite case. Patton had been baking my cake when he'd snapped at me, clearly stressed because of this party they'd planned. Logan must have been working on the lighting designs and Roman must have been sketching out the decoration placements.

The prince had gotten close to the end of the song, giving me chills as he sang. "And though, I know how much you hate this, are you gonna be the one to save us, from the black and hopeless feeling? Will you meet 'em when the end comes reeling? Hold your heart into this darkness, will it ever be the light to shine you out? Or fail and leave you stranded," Roman made eye contact with me again, smiling at me. "Or are you gonna be the one left standing? You're gonna be the one left standing. You're gonna be the one left standing!"

I felt a rush of emotion as he hit the last chorus, surprised to find tears rolling down my cheeks once more but for an entirely different reason.

"Gravity, don't mean too much to me! Is this our destiny? This world is after me, after you. Run away like it was yesterday, and we could run away, run away, run away, Run away from here. Yeah, away from here, away from here."

The music faded out along with his voice as the crowd of people clapped and cheered. He smiled at me again, talking into the mic. "Happy birthday my chemically imbalanced romance," he said, making me run toward him. He gasped as I hugged him tightly, tears of joy still falling. I felt him hug me back just as tight as the people in the room cheered.

"Thank you..." I whispered to him, burying my face into his shoulder as I kept holding onto him tightly.

He pulled away a little to press his forehead to mine, meeting my eyes. "Anything for you, Virgil."