"Confrontation" -A Prinxiety Fanfic

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Word count: 937

Virgil pov.

I was laying on the couch in the general space on my stomach, fiddling with the apps on my phone. I somehow managed to transition from sitting on the middle cushion to having my upper body strewn over the arm of the couch. When my spine started aching from the odd position, I switched to writing stories on my Tumblr, and opted for sitting upside down. My back now parallel with the ground, and my legs over the back with my feet flat to the wall. I smirked, realizing Patton would surely be hissy if he found out about my sneakers on the wall.

The others were all in their rooms, probably asleep. It is almost one in the morning. Song after song from MCR, Set It Off, Panic! At The Disco, and a couple more various bands and artists blare through my headphones. I hum along to some, but if a song starts influencing the plot line I already have in mind, I skip them for the moment.

When my eyes ache from the constant light on my phone, I turn my music off, I click my phone's power button, and lay my phone on my chest. I cross my hands over my stomach.

I close my eyes, and the darkness swallows me whole. The living room is perfectly silent. I lay silently for a while, untill the quiet click of a door sounds, and the brightness of a phone washes over the other half of the living room, and pans to the ceiling, before moving to the kitchen. I feel the light leave the back of my eyelids and I open my eyes to identify Roman walking into the kitchen.

He's wearing red pajama pants with a pattern of golden stars across them, along with a white long sleeve t-shirt with red sleeves. His normally perfect hair was tousled lightly, like he was sleeping restlessly. This outfit at least has to be more comfortable than his prince one.

He stalks slowly to the fridge and grabs the gallon of milk, then he travels to the cupboard to get a glass.
When he finally gets his glass poured, he sets the glass on the kitchen island, and puts the milk away. He takes a long sip, flashing his phone's dim light towards my side of the living room.

I could tell you what he saw. Me, sitting upside-down on the couch like a bat, staring at him like a creeper. My face devoid of emotion. His dim light would make the whites of my eyes glow faintly and my eyes, normally dark brown, would look black. My skin would look even more pale and washed under the phones light than it normally does. I look unnatural.

He chokes on his milk.

I flip myself upright on the couch, as he coughs the substance from his wind pipe.

He groans and turns his flashlight on, rubbing at the corner if his eyes. I begin to walk over to the counter. He looks up at me and leans onto the counter.

"Dearest Virgil, for the love if all things Disney, please stop lurking out here in the dark every other night. You've almost given me a heart attack." He sighs dramatically, hanging his head before returning to his milk. I shrug.

"I lurk where I wanna. So I think not. Hey, what are you even doing out here anyways? Maybe if you weren't out here then you wouldn't get spooped by me." I jab back in my usual sarcastic tone. He turns his eyes to the side to glance at me

"I have not been sleeping well tonight. Not at all. My room is stuffy, and hot, and no position on my bed is confortable." He explains. He walks to the sink and rinses his glass, abandoning it to the dishwasher.

I think for a moment on how we've all been working together to help one another. I guess this is another one of those times.

"Well, my room has always been the coldest. If you wanna grab a blanket of yours, because you're gonna be really cold, trust me, and snag a spot on the floor, that'd be chill," I think for a moment. "I'll be sleeping in my bed, so don't bother me." I turn and leave to my room.

When I get to the door to my room, I leave it open a crack. I fetch my pajamas from the closet, fluffy 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' bottoms, a plain, black cotton t-shirt, and my hoodie.

When I exit the bathroom, I find Roman making his spot on the floor. I jump onto my bed, plugging my phone into a charger and setting it on my night stand. He thanks me.

"No problem. We've all gotta help each other sometimes, or something stupid like that. If you want background noise or whatever, I've got movies in that cabinet in the corner. Dont worry about waking me up, remotes are on the TV stand, they are in alphabetical order. Don't screw it up." I demand.

With that I roll onto my side, away from him. I pull on my head phones, press play, tug my hoodie over my eyes, and curl up into a ball with my arms wrapped around my knees.

Staring mindlessly at my hoodie seemed pointless, so I closed my eyes and sunk as far as I could into the melody running through my head. Somewhere in the middle, I'm not exactly sure where, my deep breathing pays off, and I clock out for the night.

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