Sanders Sides One Shots

Color

AU where the Sides are real people. Soulmate AU (sorry) (prompt summary at bottom btw if my writing was totally unclear and you're still confused at the end of this).

(PS I don't put the ship in the AN at the beginning because that sometimes ruins the surprise of the story. Especially when a ship develops. I'll only write the ship up here if the couple is already in a relationship at the beginning of the oneshot)

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"Brown."

Virgil jumped out of his skin when his friend's voice sounded suddenly from behind him. He winced as his knee banged against the desk, but Roman didn't seem to notice as he sulkily sunk into the seat next to him at the back of the classroom. Virgil rubbed his leg. "Brown?"

"It's brown." Roman pouted dramatically. He leaned his arms on the desk, not bothering to take out his notes for the class about to start, but instead laid his head down on his arms. "My soulmate's hair color is brown."

Normally, Virgil would've chuckled at Roman throwing a fit. His laughter had often been mistaken as Virgil actually enjoying Roman's "misery, Virgil. I am in misery", as Roman would tell him. But considering Roman had been waiting for a long time, as long as Virgil had known him, for his eighteenth birthday, it didn't seem right.

Today was his eighteenth birthday; the birthday in which a stripe appears on your wrist, showcasing your soulmate's hair color.

Roman, being as romantic as he was, had dreamt of his ideal soulmate; a blonde to compliment his own honey-colored hair. Ocean-blue eyes to match the stereotypical Californian surfer-boy look; the opposed color clashing perfectly with Roman's own

Boy must it be eating him up to learn that the soulmate he'd pictured in his head was actually as boring as most of the population.

"I mean, come on." Roman grimaced, trying to keep his voice down so his griping wouldn't spread throughout the school. He'd didn't want a rumor of his soulmate's hair color to get passed around, considering every brunette in the school would be after him, no doubt. "Brown? Really? Most people have brown hair. How on Earth am I supposed to find my soulmate if they've got the most common hair color?"

Virgil just shrugs. He's not the friend to go to when you want reassurance; that was Patton's job. He was also not the friend to go to when you wanted a plan of action; that was Logan's job. Sarcastic comments and death threats were more up his alley.

'Happy birthday' didn't seem appropriate right now, considering Roman was pissed and likely to bite his head off if he should try and help. Virgil swallows his fear of that happening. "Shouldn't you just feel it when you meet your soulmate, Mr. Romance?"

"Doesn't work that way..." Roman mutters, sliding back his sleeve to peek at the stripe again, appearing forlorn when he sees that yes, it was still brown.

Despite it being Spring and deathly hot, Roman chose to wear a long sleeve.

"Just boring, dark, brown."

"I resent that." Virgil points to his own head. "Plus, my soulmate has boring brown, too. It's no big deal. It's all a sham anyway."

Roman turned to him, bug-eyed and mouth agape. Okay, so maybe Roman would bite his head off. "Excuse me? It is not all a sham??"

"You can't tell me you don't think one of those other soulmate-finding ideas wouldn't be better." Virgil raised an eyebrow.

Pursing his lips, Roman just rolled his eyes. "As if."