Backflips

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There are some undeniable truths in the world and one of them is that Roman (Prince) Sanders is an idiot. Angel was one of the first people to discover this truth.

"Hey, Angel, do you think I could do a backflip?" an eight-year-old Roman asked, even at this age he was full of confidence.

"No," Angel said barely looking up from his drawing. 

"You sure?" Roman asked in a tone way to cocky for someone his age.

"Yes," Angel answered starting to get annoyed.

"Well let's make a deal then, if I can do a backflip you'll have to marry me when we're grownups and if I can't do it then you can....um..." he trailed off not knowing what Angel would want.

"I can make you do one thing," Angel said already thinking of ways he could humiliate Roman.

"Deal," Roman responded, sticking his hand out for a handshake that Angel hesitantly shook.

Roman took his hand away a went to get a running start and Angel walked closer to the house so he could get an adult when Roman inevitable failed.

Roman began to run on his short eight-year-old legs. He got about halfway down the yard when he decided to jump. He bent his knees and pushed himself up as he stood up straighter. When he was in the air he began to bend his body backward. He got about halfway through the flip when his boy collided with the ground. Angel was already running inside to get Roman's mom to patch him up before Roman even his the ground, so it only took a few moments for Roman's mom to be there with a first aid kit.

"Why would you do that?" she asked as she began to check for any broken bones and signs of a concussion.

"Cause Angel said I couldn't and that if I could he would marry me. I wanna marry him and prove him wrong so it's a win-win," Roman said looking over his mom's shoulder and winking at Angel, who in turn made a face at him. 

"Roman, there are better ways to ask Angel to marry that don't involve hurting yourself, but luckily you seem to only be bruised, so give him whatever he won and then both of you'll come inside as we wait for Angel's dad to pick him up," she said, planting a kiss on here son's forehead and walking back inside, making sure to stay nearby in case Roman did something dumb again.

Anxiety grabbed his notebook and pen, turned to a random page and told Roman, "That was dumb, you're an idiot but I still win so, write down that you owe me anything of my choosing,"

"Ok," Roman sighed as he took the pen and wrote, "I Roman (Princey to my Angel) Sanders hereby swear to do any one thing Angel asks me to do, no questions asked," after that, both boys walked inside and Angel's dad picked him up. 

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Years later, Roman forgot about the deal, but Angel never did.

"Hey Ann, wait up," Roman yelled to a 16-year-old Angel as he ran to catch up to him.

"Don't call me Ann and what do you want?" Angel asked when Roman caught up to him. 

"Do you think I could do a backflip?" Roman asked stopping and turning to Angel.

"Not at all," Angel said, putting his hand on his hip, annoyed with how Roman was delaying him from getting home.

"Wanna make a deal?" Roman asked with a mischievous grin.

Angel rolled his eyes and in a sarcastic tone said, "Let me guess, if you can do it I have to marry you and if not I get one thing of my choosing,"

"Exactly, so do we have a deal?" Roman asked sticking his hand out for Angel to shake.

Angel shook his hand and said, "Sure, why not? It's not like you can do it anyway,"

"Don't underestimate me too much," Roman replied as he began running down the sidewalk. This time when he was in the air he got enough moment and height that he was able to do it. When he landed on his feet his told Angel, "I've been practicing," 

"What?" Angel asked shocked that Roman was able to pull it off.

"Yep, for 8 years, now you have to marry me when we're older," Roman said with a cheeky smile.

"Not so fast, Princey," Anxiety said as he began rooting around in his bad until he found an old piece of paper, "You owe me one thing of my choosing. Says right here," he pointed at the words on the page in Roman's 8-year-old handwriting. "I choose that I don't have to marry you," 

"Wait, that's 8 years old, it shouldn't count," Roman protest upset that he couldn't get marry Angel.

"It does, but I'm not completely cold-hearted. I'll let you take me to the dance and from there we'll see," Angel said, shrugging his shoulders at the end. 

Roman looked like a huge puppy when he asked, "Really? You mean it?"

Angel shrugged again and replied, "Sure why not?"

"I mean it's not marriage, but it's a start," Roman said smiling so wide Angel was sure that his face would rip.

"You've wanted to marry me since we were 8. I am pretty sure everyone knows so you can turn it down," Angel said, rolling his eyes, but he was still amused by the situation.

"Good, that means no one will try to take you away from me," Roman responded instantly starting to walk forward again.

Anxiety walked quickly for a few moment's to catch up to his before saying, "What do you mean, take me away from you. I'm not yours,"

"Not yet," Roman said with a wink before running towards his house trying to avoid Angel's wrath.

Angel chased after him, blushing as a single thought crossed his mind, "One day I'm going to marry him, but he doesn't have to know yet and I don't have to make it easy for him,"


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