sorry, wrong number | prinxiety

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POV: Virgil
8:53 AM

Virgil woke up to the feeling of something warm next to him. For a split second, he had forgotten that Roman had slept over, and a small wave of anxiety hit his chest. Roman, fast asleep beside him, mumbled random nothings as he dreamt, making Virgil chuckle quietly to himself.

"Not the potatoes.......leave them for me....mushy.." Roman mumbled in his sleep.

Virgil couldn't help but find it adorable. Even though it was the prefect blackmail to use on Roman later.

Virgil quietly and swiftly got up, untangling himself from Roman's arms and replacing himself with a pillow, which Roman immediately clung to.

The emo headed out the room and went to brush his teeth and do his makeup. Afterwards, he decided to make them both some breakfast. He quickly whipped up some eggs, bacon and toast for them both.

After about 30 minutes, he entered the room with the plates and found Roman still sleeping, much to Virgil's surprise.

He definately needs his beauty sleep.

Virgil put the plates on his desk and took a seat on the bed, unplugging his phone and checking his notifications.

Remy: Hey, srry for the last minute ask but Emile won't be in today could u pweeeeeease cover his shift? :<

LoganSanders has followed you!

Order from doordash now and get up to $10 off your next delivery!

Roman: feet pics pls

Virgil was taken aback by Roman's message.

What the hell has gotten into Princey?
He thought to himself, laughing.

He replied to Remy and denied his request (much to his dismay) and cleared the rest of his notifications.

And then it hit him.

That stupid, strange dare.

Wait a minute.

"Good morning, J-Delightful." Roman said groggily, startling Virgil.

"What's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost." Roman joked.

"Um-uhh, I uh- nothing, I made breakfast." Virgil stumbled over his words, shoving the plate towards Roman.

"Oh, thank you! You're an amazing host." Roman teased as he dug into his food.

"Thank you, I uh. I'm gonna...go make some tea." Virgil excused himself quickly and walked out of the room, earning a confused look from Roman.

He lent over the kitchen counter, overthinking a mile a minute.

He's gotta be joking. Him? Me? No. Not a chance. He's definately just pranking me or something. I mean me???? What could he possibly see in me?

Virgil tried to shake off the thought. He knew it was only a joke but the thought of it being true made him feel...happy?

He quickly steeped some tea into the mugs and walked back to the room.