Prinxiety - Rooftop sunset [COMPLETED]

Chapter Five - Painful departure

Warning: Scratching (Similar to cutting except there's no blood involved most of the time), slight pain.

'Anxiety's' POV:

"Can I come with you?"

I felt my muscles tense up. I shivered slightly from the strangeness of the request. "What?" I couldn't hide the confusion from my face or my voice. His face turned to the darkest crimson I've ever seen and I felt my face heat up as well. "I kinda want to go to the roof..." He looked down as if he was to be shamed for his request "With you..."

I didn't know what to say in this situation. Did I miss a class where they taught how to talk to people? What am I supposed to do? Was I allowed allowed to decline him? Wait, did I even want to say no? My blood continued to rush into my cheeks, thank God for white foundation. I finally opened my mouth.

"Alright..."

His gaze quickly shoot up to me, looking for any sign I was joking. He didn't seem to find anything.

Roman's POV:

"Alright..." I quickly diverted my attention toward him. Was he I desperately searched his face to see if he was kidding. I didn't find anything.
Just a playful smile tugging on his lip. God, I loved that smile though I never really admitted to that fact until that moment. It was similar one to mine but at the same time it was completly different. It always felt genuine and the fact it was rare made it feel like a reward to me.

Anxiety nodded toward the window, beckoning me toward him. My heart started racing faster then it ever had as I walked toward him. He had propped himself on the window sill and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me toward him. I clearly underestimated him because he was able to pull up so I was hovering his lap.

If I wasn't blushing before I definitely was now.

'Anxiety's' POV:

Seemly immediately, I avoided eye contact. I really didn't want to look at him in the position we were in. I leaned backwards slightly, looking toward the ledge of the roof. The spot where I had always climbed up. A water drain pulled downward slightly from when I was 15, I accidentally misplaced my hands and nearly fell to my death.

Good times.

I was certain Princey couldn't pull himself up. The question on my mind was could I pull both of us up? I felt really anxious for some reason. What if I dropped him? What if he fell? What would I do then? I had gone up on the roof millions times and my nervousness mostly left me alone but now I was filled to the brim with insecurities.

I wrapped one of my arms around Roman and let go of his hand. I brought that hand to my arm and scratched up, down and in little knots. The voices left me alone. I went back to examining the ledge, I decided to just go for it. "Hold on tight, Romano..."

Almost immediately, he wrapped his arms my waist. I tightened my grip on his own shirt, he winced slightly. I forgot about his back. He nuzzled into my shoulder. Gross. I reached my free hand to grab the age old ledge. I scooted slowly over the edge of the window sill until I put on of my feet and slid down the wall slightly. I felt Princey grip tighten.

"You sure you want to come up?" He nodded into my shoulder. I pulled him closer and pushed off the wall.

To be continued...