Roses {Prinxiety}

Different

But a yellow rose is different
It is not happy or kind 

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

I couldn't help pacing across the room, eyes bouncing off anything and everything as I tried to breathe normally.

Finally Roman glanced up from his phone, eyebrows raised. He looked absolutely stunning in his black suit, bright red vest and gold tie. The sun landed on him just perfectly surrounding him in an aura of gold.

"Pacing isn't going help you know."

"Well it's better than doing nothing," I snapped, running a hand through my hair anxiously. "What if they don't show up again? What if it goes awfully? What if -"

"What if a sink hole opens under the building and aliens kidnap us all?" Roman added, eyebrows raised.

I frowned at him, falling into distressed pacing - a bit faster now. "This is serious," I only said, turning my back to him.

"And you're overthinking," Roman pointed out. "Trust Logan - if he says he can get you guardianship over Ollie, then he can. It'll be okay," Roman said, walking over to me and setting a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Also - can we take a moment to acknowledge how amazing you look in a suit?"

I couldn't help flushing pink, eyes dropping to the floor - not wanting to accept the compliment, but not wanting to reject it either.

I... I didn't really know what Roman and I were. The past two months were... stressful to say the least, and Roman's been there for me through it all. We... well we weren't exactly friends, but we weren't exactly something more either.

Did I even want us to be something more? Or was this better, keeping things like this?

Logan interrupted my thoughts, walking over to me - dressed as usual in black polo and blue tie. His face was grim. "They finally showed up," he informed us. "Are you ready, Virgil?"

I sighed, tucking a hand under the collar of my own shirt, biting my lip anxiously. "Ready as I'll ever be," I admitted.

Roman walked over, slipping his hand into my clammy one and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You've got this, Purple Boy."

I nodded shakily, heading into the courtroom. Even though Roman knew my name, he still called me Purple Boy for some reason. It wasn't too long ago, actually.

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"So," Roman said, sliding into the chair next to me. "Trust me enough to tell me your name, Purple Boy?"

I chucked, shaking my head as I sipped on my Iced Coffee. "I'm not gonna make it that easy for you," I said swirling my straw, ice spinning around.

"I'm going to find out eventually, so you might as well just tell me."

I smirked as I shook my hand, bangs falling over my eyes. "You're gonna have to earn it," I winked, feeling surprisingly brave.

"Doesn't the whole guardianship thing count?"

"Sure," I admitted. "But it's not enough to know my name."

"What is it? Is it something really weird? Like... Bertha?"

I scrunched my nose up at the idea. "Geez, no. Just... no why would you even think that?"

"Well you obviously hate it - oh... it's a nerdy name isn't it?" Roman said, smiling brightly as I winced.

"No," I lied, avoiding his eyes but Roman merely laughed, seeing right through me.