Roses {Prinxiety}

A Black Rose

And now for the rose that everyone has been dreading since the beginning XD
Also this chapter was fun to write (I freakin love Roman being dramatic XD)

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A black rose is death
Lying gracelessly on the wooden casket

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Point of View: Virgil, First Person
Timeline: Present Day

I chewed on my nails anxiously, debating whether or not to stop by the coffee shop.

Which was really me debating whether or not I was going to see Roman.  Because if I went I would see him for certain, and if I saw him I'd have to tell him, and if I told him, then all sorts of bad things could happen -

Who was I kidding? No, I'm not telling someone I hardly know about all my personal problems - NAH.

I twisted around making a u-turn just to come face-to-face with the very person I was trying to avoid.  Dangit.

"Hey Purple Boy!" Roman said, smiling as he jogged up to me.  He took as gorgeous as ever, and about as chaotic as usual.  "Fancy running into you here," he said, grinning.

"Hey," I responded weakly, shaking my head to let my bangs fall into my face.

Roman frowned at the break in my voice.  "Hey... is... is everything okay?" he asked.  He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and I forced myself not to gasp at the comfort.

"I...," I trailed off, not meeting his eyes.  "I need some advice" I asked quickly, yanking my hands over my sleeves, feeling my face turn pink as I winced internally.

"Of - Of course," Roman returned, looking both surprised and his eyebrows pinching together in concern.  

Together we both walked in silence towards the coffee shop, me fiddling with the wire of my headphones (you know when you can't even listen to music that there's a serious problem).

I hopped in line behind Roman, nervous shifting to myself.  "I got this," Roman said pulling out his wallet.  "Iced Coffee right?"

"Uh - yeah," I said.  "But -"

"No worries, you grab us a table, sound good?" he pushed, clearly not taking no for an answer.

"O-Okay," I stumbled, getting out of line and walking towards an empty table, too conflicted to argue.

I plopped down at a table in the corner, anxiously digging my hands into the pockets of my hoodie.  I tried to think of something, anything else.

"Here you go," Roman said and I jumped, not noticing that he was back to fast.

"Oh - uh - thanks," I said, taking the cup from him.  I glanced and noticed that Roman had gotten his usual hot chocolate, setting it lightly on the table before quickly hooking his bag.  I reached into my pocket, pulling out a five.  "Here," I said pushing it towards him.

Roman merely shook his head.  "On me, no worries," he said, taking a sip.

"But-"

"So what's got you all stressed out, Purple Boy?" Roman asked, pushing my money back towards me.

I felt my expression immediately default to his usual hostile state and I immediately stood up.  "This was a bad idea," I said.  "Sorry - I - I have to go," I said, starting to leave.

"Wait," Roman said, grabbing my wrist and I immediately froze under his fingertips, sending tiny sparks up my arm.  "I want to help, if I can."

Slowly, I forced myself to sit back down, tucking my hands into my hoodie pockets.  "So why do your friends call you Prince?"