(COMPLETE) Oh Cr...ofters, We're 30?! - Prinxiety Fanfiction

Sixth Grade

Summary: Late in the night Roman is awake and thinking about his middle school crush on Virgil, and how easily he achieved the life he dreamed of in sixth grade.

So... I've been in uni and trying to finish my 'Plus One' book instead of focusing on this book, so this is all I've written this far. 

I have a plan though so instead of weekly updates this book will just have updates when I finish a chapter :) -- Once I've written all of 'Plus One' this might become weekly again.

It was late, Roman was staring at the white ceiling and laying on the comfy satin bed. Life was still chaotic as an adult but also seemed routine, lessons were much the same even though it had only been a couple of days. It was nice to know his life consisted of such a mundane but happy routine.

When Roman turned to his side he spotted Virgil fast asleep, surprisingly, after reading the sixth book to Nathan before he finally settled down. Living with Virgil had become a routine too – he was quite a hands-on parent as well as quite involved in his work and made several masterpieces already. If they weren't sold they were hung around the house they brought good money into the household. The house was colourful and beautiful and it was all because of the talented man he shared a bed with.

"Fuck... I really am getting a crush again." Roman whispered and giggled to himself, wiping his face with his eyes. He had the biggest crush on Virgil back in middle school, the main reason he assured himself he was bisexual. And like a bad contagious disease it was coming back again.

He remembered sixth grade quite well. He had already been staring at Logan's beauty for a couple of months and he was processing that. He first thought it was just a fascination – he would have loved to go to an all-boys private school to make 'friends'. But then he heard about his friends' crushes and realised how wrong he was.

But then Virgil came. Sure, he had always been there but he was really under the radar in elementary school. Middle school began and while Virgil still presented as female, he looked somewhat different. Maybe it's because he started wearing beanies and would tie his hair up so that it could all hide. He only did that when he thought people weren't looking and he was told to take his hat off every class but he seemed to like doing it, and Roman would find out the reason why in sophomore year of course.

One time was in Spanish class, where Roman sat across the row from Virgil. Roman liked Spanish class but he liked watching Virgil more. He had his beanie off but his hair was tied as far from his face as possible, showing a pale cheek and one of his glowing blue eyes – looking up at the whiteboard and then down at his book to copy. His nose scrunched as the teacher revealed she'd be picking on members of the class to answer questions, and he looked even more annoyed when the teacher picked on him.

"Señorita Grimm!" Virgil looked annoyed at being called on at first, but now Roman thought of it he was probably more annoyed at the use of gendered pronouns Mrs Garcia was insistent on. "Can you tell me how to say 'I am a smart student' en español?"

Virgil paused for just a second, biting his lip, dropping his pen on the table and taking a deep breath with a smile. A mischievous smile. "Soy un estudiante inteligente."

Mrs Garcia paused hearing that. She knew Virgil was a smart student – and Roman now understood how smart Virgil really was. "Almost... Soy un..."

"I believe I'm correct Mrs Garcia." Virgil kept on smiling. The students in the class were starting to laugh at the loner kid's sudden courage but Roman was still marvelling at this unique side of the classmate he'd had since first grade. "According to the textbook the sentence is grammatically correct. It just isn't about me." It was about Virgil of course – but that was just his little secret.

"I want you to say it as if you are speaking about yourself then."

Virgil seemed to cringe at that simple sentence and retorted back into his chair, all the confidence disappearing in one swoop maybe with the added dead name drop thrown into the end there. He sighed, picking up his pen again and twirling it, taking yet another breath. "Soy... una estudiante inteligente."

The lesson continued as usual, the world continuing while Virgil sat in a ball on his seat and stared down at the textbook. Roman watched him, although nonchalantly so he could easily hide it, but like everything in middle school it was pretty difficult to hide a crush.

"You have the weirdest taste in girls bro." A classmate that sat behind Roman poked his shoulder and whispered, the evil-looking smirk on his face as he stroked his non-existent facial hair. This particular student was Remus Sharsack – he had just moved to the middle school and was already Roman's good friend. Roman would question where and why the student went but through knowing the boy for two years he knew not to question anything. Remus was the only one to suss out Roman's crush on Virgil though.

"Can you blame me? They're cute." Roman whispered back to his friend, noticing Virgil rocking in his seat and biting a fingernail as he worked through a worksheet. Roman bit his own fingernail in response and let the pink freely come to his cheeks since he was near the back row so there was no-one there to judge him.

Remus smirked to himself and rolled his eyes at his friend. "I'm gonna watch you two be married one day, aren't I?"

That was Roman's plan back then. Even though he was having these confusing emotions with male classmates, male celebrities, and the private school boy across the street he latched onto his crush on Virgil like he needed to survive. In his mind if he never had a crush on a girl he'd marry Virgil, his parents would be pleased as of course no-one including Roman knew said classmate was transgender. He could live the white-picket fence lifestyle with someone he wanted to love and could, instead of a scary illicit love that he knew was a lot stronger.

Virgil's blue eyes were addicting to look at even when both he and Roman were pre-teens, and Roman often wondered if he should just reject his social standing in the school hierarchy and try flirting covertly with his shy classmate or even ask him on a date. As soon as the lesson ended Virgil sighed and mumbled to himself, placing his beanie on again and escaping to a different class Roman didn't share with him.

Even back then Roman knew he could stare into those blue eyes for eternity and he seemingly achieved that life in adulthood – just with a load of extra steps from both of their parts.

Roman was brought back to his adult life, and his almost slumber, by his red phone vibrating indicating he got a text. He yawned and opened his phone up, the bright light shining directly into his eyes but showing he got a text from someone called 'Gym-Bud'.

Gym-Bud

Hey are you dead/fucking your husband? You keep on missing our bonding sessions! I missed my leg day!

Weird – Roman didn't know this guy. He had to meet this person in the flesh then.

Roman

Huh sorry got caught up with work – how does Friday after classes sound for you? So about like 5pm-ish?

Gym-Bud

Sounds great pain-in-the-ass.