Sander's Sides One Shots

Not Patton- Prinxiety

It wasn't unusual for Virgil to be in his room whenever they weren’t filming, but it was unusual for Roman to hear sobbing coming from said room. As he paused in front of the purple door, Roman contemplated continuing on his way. What good could come from him invading Virgil’s personal space. But VIrgil sounded pretty sad…
Pushing aside his misgivings, Roman tentatively opened the door to Virgil’s room. Inside he found Virgil under a bundle of blankets, slightly shaking.

“Virgil?”

No response.

Roman slowly walked forwards and pulled the blanket off the bed, exposing Virgil's body and the headphones on his head.

“Virgil?”

“Patton?” Virgil looked up at Roman with tear filled eyes, “Is that you?”

“Oh no. I not-” Romans protests were cut off as Virgil collapsed into his lap, his sobbing louder than ever.

“Patton, I don't know what to do,” Virgil said between gasps, “I’ve never felt this way before.”

Roman stayed silent, completely at a loss. In an attempt to calm his friend, he slowly brushed through Virgil’s hair.

“It's just… it’s just that he’s so sweet and funny and caring, and I'm NOT,” Virgil continued, “And I know he knows. I know he knows I'm not good enough for him. He hates me Patton. He hates me, he hates me, he hates me.”

“Who hates you?” Roman asked. Whoever was hurting his friend would have to be slain like the dragon-witch.

“And I love him. It’s my own fault that I love him.”

“Who do you love?” Roman couldn’t believe that the emo nightmare had a crush on someone. A small, selfish part of him hoped it was him, but he shut it out. Virgil needed confort, not for his friend to be pining over him.

“I don’t think I can take it anymore. I just love him so much, and he couldn’t care less about me.”

“Who Virgil?”

“Roman! Who else Patton? Who else but Prince Charming?"

“Virgil, I need you to calm down a bit, and look at me.” Roman was trying to not freak out. Virgil steadied his breathing, looked up at Roman, and froze.

“You aren’t Patton”

“No, I'm not,” Roman chuckled.

“Oh my god, what are you doing in my room, where’s Patton, did you hear all of that, I was joking I swear, I don’t like you, why would I like you, that’s ridiculous-”

“VIrgil,” Roman cut off the rambling boy, “I love you too.”

“What?”

“I love you”

Silence.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah I'm… I'm just…” Virgil searched Roman’s eyes, “You love me?”

“Yes.”

“I love you, too.”

“I know,” Roman laughed, “Now c’mon. You need some blankets, ice cream, and cuddles.”