Sanders Sides One Shots

Dear You {Prinxiety} (Part One)

This is a human highschool soulmate AU! They are all seventeen in this and none of them are related (unless it says later on) and they do not look alike unless it's in little ways.

Possible Trigger Warning: mention of not eating, mention of scars from....stuff, and a character almost swearing.
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Dear You,

Hi! It's me, Prince R! Again. Well, you can probably tell since who really sends letters anymore now that we have text messages?

Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that you should really start thinking positive, Mr. Doom and Gloom. You've always seemed very...negative in these letters, to say the least. At least in the more recent ones. And the last one as well. Would you perhaps like to talk about it?

I mean, sorry if that offended you somehow. I've just always assumed you were a boy. Since in the first letter we didn't really tell each other stuff like that and....yeah.

You might not even be a male for all I know! Oof! I got to go! Mr. Picani might catch me. I'm not supposed to be writing in his class (or in any, for that matter), since last time he caught me writing in his class, he told me to stand up in front of the class and read it to everyone.

That was certainly embarrassing.

Wait, I just realized you don't know who Mr. Picani is. I'll explain in the next letter! If that's okay with you, that is.

From the absolutely fabulous Prince R

Virgil sighed as he finished reading the letter, placing it back in his bag. This was a usual occurrence. The letters, that is.

You see, Virgil and..."Prince R" are penpals.

It was apart of an assignment. One for English class, that is.

Their public school teamed up with the local Catholic school that was near their school for an assignment.

The assignment was to write a letter to one of the kids to the other school. About how life is, what they did over the weekend, if they met their soulmate, etc., etc.

But for privacy reasons, and just incase the two letter writers possibly knew each other, they had to go under fake names. Hence why he's writing to a "Prince R" instead of someone with a normal name.

However, this assignment ended two months ago, and the two decided to still write to each other.

"Let me guess, you were delivered another letter from one of our peers from the other school?"

Virgil looked up at his friend, Logan, and smiled slightly. The two have been best friends for a while now.

The pair met each other back in fifth grade, after Logan saw Virgil having an anxiety attack and tried to help him through it. They've been talking ever since.

You know, like those cliché best friend tropes in the movies or novels or even fanfics, for that matter.

Virgil nodded in response. "Yeah. And I see you got held back by a teacher again?" Logan sighed and nodded. This was a usual assurance for the logical teen.

Logan was easily one of the smartest students in the school, so he usually got held back by a teacher after class asking him to tutor other students in that subject.

"Apparently Mr. Hamilton wants me to tutor some girl named Heather in history. I'm not sure which one he meant, though." He said while folding a napkin on the table.