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Break-Up (Royality)

(This one is also inspired by a prompt _Oatmeal___837 gave me. Thank u! Although, I fear I may not do the prompt justice, so I apologise.

Here goes.

Prompt: Roman and Patton are dating, when Roman cheats, and Patton finds out.

And the fight they have.

I may make a part 2.

Angst.

Tw: Swearing, sex references, yelling, crying

Crying is vital in angst 

Human AU

Enjoy!

BTW I've never broken up with anyone –heck, I've never dated anyone either– so I may not write this chapter well, sorry!)

Roman sneaked into the apartment, hoping Patton wasn't awake. It was 3 in the morning. The lights were off, Roman could tell from the windows, and he couldn't hear talking, or any movement.

Phew. Patton was asleep.

He opened the door, slipped in, and went to turn on the light.

"Roman." Patton sat, crossed-legged, on the armchair.

"JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR! Patton, you scared me! Why are you awake?"

"Why were you out?" Patton retaliated. His eyes had a soft orange glow to them, but he composed himself.

"I wanted some air."

"You could have opened a window."

"I wanted, uh....more air!"

"Roman, please don't lie."

The two boyfriends stared at each other.

"Well?"

"Ok, I, uh," Roman stammered, rubbing his own neck. "I went to a party."

"Oooh! Was it fun?" Patton's mood changed instantly, suddenly cheerful.

"Yeah! And halfway through, I met this really cute guy!"

"Oh!...oh."

"And I was drunk, so I, uh..."

"You threw up on him? Did you apologize?"

"No-"

"Roman, you are calling that man RIGHT NOW and apologizing." (Papa Patton)

"I didn't throw up on him."

"Oh. So what's wrong?"

"See, I kinda, umm, y'know."

"I know what?"

"FINE. We went to his place and we kinda, did it."

It took Patton a few seconds to understand, but once he did, he was shocked.

"Roman? You're kidding, right?"

"It's just, you never wanted to-"

"Roman, I'm asexual. And you said it was fine!"

"Well maybe it's not fine anymore!"

"What, because I wanna stay a virgin?"

"What about me, eh?!" Roman asked, frustrated.

"What do you mean?!"

"You ever think about me? I want to have fun with you! And instead it's all about you and your asexuality and your GODDAM PROBLEMS!" Roman slapped a hand on his mouth in shock.

Silence.

"....Excuse me?" Patton, tears in his eyes, stared at Roman hesitantly.

"Look, I don't think this is going to work between us anymore, Patton. I love you, you know I do, but I don't think we are meant for each other anymore."

"What are you saying?"

"Patton, please pack your things, and leave."

"WHAT? NO!"

"Patton, please." Roman couldn't look Patton in the eye as the softie left the room. The Prince grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and slumped down onto the sofa, attempting to drink his problems away.

Patton, choking back tears, sorrowfully packed 2 suitcases with his stuff in it, and left the apartment, not looking back once, or even saying goodbye.

He had lived in the apartment to try and get back on his feet, but was never able to.

Penniless and alone, Patton stared at the pavement which he had subconsciously walked to.

"Oh heavens, what am I going to do."

(Heya, my patties! How are y'all!

So, I'm not sure how well this turned out (like I said, I'm inexperienced) but it was interesting to write.

I also wrote it in like 10 minutes, so yay.

I hope you enjoyed part 1, _Oatmeal___837, and all the rest of you patties.

Have a good day/morning/afternoon/evening/night/sleep.

Bye y'all!)