Sanders Sides One Shots

Paint

He had no idea why no one wanted to be a part of the stage crew, it was fun, he promised, and you get to wear black. Sadly not everyone shared that sentiment so the were understaffed and for the set to even be done on time one of the requirements to be in the play was to help build the set.

"Ann could you pass me the blue paint?" Patton, one of the makeup artist asked.

Ann barely looked up from the piece of set he was painting as he handed him the paint and said, "Sure thing, Patton,"

Patton called back, "Thanks!" before running off.

The stage manager, Logan asked, "Did you just give him paint?"

"Yeah, why?" Ann replied, confusion clear in his voice.

Logan opened his voice to answer, but before he could Roman, the star of the show, yelled, "WHAT THE HELL??"

"That's why" Logan turned towards Roman and Patton. "Stop right now, we still need that paint,"

"Not until I avenge my shirt!" Roman replied, getting paint on a brush a flicking it toward Patton.

"Roman I swear to god, if you even think about coming over here dripping with paint I will stab you," Ann said after Roman Patton had been going at it, and Roman looked at him like he was prey.

Roman teased, "Come it's fun, you know fun? Things that people find enjoyable," 

Ann grumbled, "The only thing I'll find enjoyable is your failure,"

"That's not too nice, now is it Hot Topic," Roman replied.

Ann responded in a mocking tone, "Aww you think I'm hot,"

"True," he paused "but not as hot as me,"

"I hate you so much," Ann muttered.

Roman heard him and said, "I love you much more than you hate me,"

"Was that even correct grammar?" Logan asked, interrupting them.

Roman answered, "Doesn't matter, what matters is my lovely little emo!" 

"Stop being so dramatic," Ann told him.

"Darling if I wasn't dramatic who would I be?"

"Whatever," he said before walking away.

About 30 minutes later everyone had cleaned up, Ann crept back to the stage with a coffee, hoping that no one would notice him.

"I wouldn't buy anything velcro, it's a ripoff," he heard Patton say.

He looked over towards the sound in time to see Roman loudly laughing, His eyes were drawn to Roman's lips were there was just a dab of blue paint leftover from the paint fight. His face flushes and his mind blanks causing him to drop his coffee.

Patton rushes over and asks, "Are you ok?" while Roman just stands there staring.

"Yeah," he answers, brushing him off and going back to find his section finished.

"You should be nicer to him," Roman said as he strutted over to Ann.

"Whatever," he pauses, "I guess I'll thank him for finishing my section,"

Roman mutters, "It wasn't Patton,"

Ann asks, "Then who was it? You?" the last part was said in a harsh tone.

"Yeah, it was. Why are you such douche canoe to me?" Roman asks, walking away.

Ann closes his eyes for a moment, then says, "Wait, I'm sorry, ok?" reaching out to stop Roman.

Roman shakes his head and replies, "I actually thought you were cool,"

"The only reason I'm such, as you put it, douche canoe is because I like you and I have no idea what to do around you," Ann blurts, taking a step backward and looking terrified when he realizes what he said.

"Wait, you like me?" Roman asks dumbstruck.

Ann runs his hand through his hair and says, "Could you do me a favor and forget I said anything, please?"

Roman smiles and walks toward Ann and answers, "I could I mean if I forgot about it, we could say I confessed first when we tell this story to our kids,"

"Thank you, wait? What?" Ann replies, his eyes widening.

Roman kisses Ann lightly and then says, "I like you too,"