"Confrontation" -A Prinxiety Fanfic

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Word count: 1110

Romans pov.

I've decided I wont do it. I absolutely, positively, can not do it. I like him, I really do, but I just can't bring myself to confess, even after a whole night of planning. And it makes me even more distraught to think that because I'm so brave and out going every day, that the others seem to have forgotten that I have fears too.

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"Greatest fear?" Thomas asks, reading off the phone in front of him.

"Rejection-" I fret, not thinking twice before blurting my fear.

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The words echo back in my mind as I stew it over, grabbing my cup of coffee from the coffee table. I had decided on a picnic, or a movie night, or maybe just simply saying it as forwardly as possible.

But I didn't think I physically could, too many things could go wrong, whether it be me frightening him away, or him simply rejecting me.

I tip my mugs contents back into my mouth and set it back down before looking for my phone to check the time. I have to dig around multiple stacks of scattered loose leaf lines paper, but I eventually find it, and turn it on to find that it's almost four in the morning.

I sigh and run my hands roughly through my hair, setting the phone down, and rolling back on my knees until I'm laying flat with my back on the floor.

"Maybe," I think aloud. "Maybe I can tell him. I'll just come right out and tell him, not plans, no schemes, no elaborate proposals. Nothing. Worst case scenario, he says there is no way in this cruel and seemingly unforgiving world that he likes me, best case scenario is, well, undefinable. There are too many variables when it comes to how he thinks about himself and others." I sigh again, but a smile finds it's way to my lips.

I close my eyes and push my hands outwards, feeling the soft and smooth texture of the paper under my fingertips as I slid them further and further along, until the very tips of my fingers touched the short, but relatively plush, carpet of the commons.

Again I inhale, this time focusing on steadying the rapid, stressed, confused beating of my heart. I would find a way, of that I'm sure. There was no need to stress... unless of course there was a reason to stress.

When I open my eyes in greeted by only the ceiling. I growl lightly at my turmoil and roll onto my side, closing my eyes to think some more.

And I wake to the smell of coffee. The light in the room is normal for the morning, but its blinding. I squint through it, hearing voices in the kitchen near me. It sounded like Logan, and Virgil.

The papers.

I shoot up from spot on the floor, startled awake and efficiency tangling my limbs in the blanket that I didnt fall asleep with. I recognized things as I took in my surroundings.

This blanket is black and purple. I recognize it from when I slept in virgils room. I noticed that someone also managed to get a pillow under my head while I slept, and that its causing was baby blue.

The last thing I noticed were that there were no papers scattered around me. But it didn't calm me. Them being missing was possibly just as bad as them being openly exposed.

So I get up, and walk casually to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Logan looks up, but doesn't stop his tangent to greet me.

I get a bowl of captain crunch and sit at the table, virgil on my right, and Logan on my left. I eat silently. I didnt take long for Patton to show up, rounding the corner into the kitchen cautiously.

His eyes meet mine, and I instantly shoot him a panicked look, gripping my spoon like a writing utensil. I see virgil look up, and between us two, in time to see Patton bite his lip and motion for me to go to him.

I get up, my spoon clanging softly on the surface, and I rush towards the corner, he keeps going down the hall and I follow him into his room. He shoves a disorganized stack of paper into my arms.

"Your lucky. He almost caught us. I barely had enough time to pick everything up before he walked in. And hiding everything was even harder." He sighs softly, before smiling.

"Next time I'll help you out and just let him find a select couple, it might save you all of this mental and emotional struggle." He jokes a bit, also shoving a piece of hair back behind my ear, and then shoving my pencil through my hair. He gives me a quick parental hug.

"He almost saw a couple, but I told him that they were things that I was doodling." He admits, turning back to work.

He rustles around the area he got the papers from, and he picks out a few stragglers, shoving those into my already full arms as well.

"I'd get those back to your room," Patton advises. "And I, I should get to the kitchen. Good luck, kiddo." He says, smiling.

"Thanks pat, your always a big help." I turn and push the already cracked door open. A few feet away is virgil, who is walking towards us, or at least I thought, as he pushed right past me, in just less than a hurry, blowing a stray paper from my arms, and it lands under foot as he passed quickly, straight to the room, and closing his door.

I look back at morality, stunned, and he looks back, just as confused. I go to my room and drop of the papers after motioning for Patton to go to the kitchen. Then I go to virgils door.

"Hey," I knock softly twice, "is everything ok?" I ask. No response. I try for the knob against my better judgment, and there comes a hiss from the other side of the wood.

"Don't." He says eerily, and after that I couldn't get any more responses from him. I went to the kitchen and told the others, and Patton tried. He got even less of a response than I got. And his door was locked. So we both took a turn staring Logan down with puppy dog eyes.

He rolled his own, but rose with an enduring sigh, before leaving down the hall, and Patton and I peeped around the corner to see what happened. He knocked, and we waited.

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