A Prinxiety Fanfiction that doesn't have a good name yet

Prologue

A/N- Here's this story. I published another Prinxiety fanfiction about a few months ago and left it because I lost inspiration. I plan on deleting said fanfiction, but I hope this turns out better. I actually have inspiration in this one, instead of winging it like my last one. Anyway- thanks and I hope you enjoy it!

Roman sighed,scrolling through an online test on his phone, filling out each answerly hesitantly and honestly. He was scared of the results of the test. He knew that it was silly to depend on an online test to decide something this big for him, but he wanted to see what the internet had to say, almost a confirmation to his growing suspicion. He tapped on the last bubble of the test and hit 'submit."

He waited anxiously, tapping his fingers against his leg in a frantic attempt to make his heart stop beating and urge the test to load so he could get his results.

The blue bar at the top of the screen reached the opposite end of it and the screen lit up the otherwise dark room.

"You are bisexual. You most likely experience attraction toward both males and females. Comment your results!" HIs mind searched for answers. Bisexual? He thought, What does that even mean? He googled bisexuality, and found that it meant attraction to two genders. "Yep. That's definitely me."

I couldn't tell whether I was scared or relieved. At least he wasn't fully gay, he knew his parents would take at least a little bit of comfort in the fact that he could be straight. "My parents" He thought "How will I tell them?"

He quickly closed out of the internet page, as if it could erase the thought, then opened his history and deleted everything he'd searched about the community. At least he could get through his weekly history check safely. He didn't want to out himself by his history.

He ran a hand through his hair, and let one tear slip down his cheek. He knew his parents' views on the community, why him? Why did he have to be the black sheep of the family? One tear turned into two, which turned into three, which turned into many tears falling haphazardly onto the floor. A wave of repressed love, anger, relief, and sadness overwhelmed him, urging on his catharsis.

His anxiety about telling his parents, anger at himself and his parents, and confusion and relief of knowing finally why he was different from the others overcame him so suddenly, and stole the tears from his eyes, leaving his emotions spilling over his cheeks onto the carpet.

After he had finally calmed down, he climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling. All of this just because of one boy.

"What has become of me?"