New Kids (Prinxiety/Logicality)

Chapter Eleven

Roman: But I could be.

He held his breath and pressed send. And then screamed into his pillow.

"Idiotidiotidiotidiotidi—" Roman froze when his phone buzzed. Part of him wanted to read the text and just die quickly and painlessly. The other part wanted to wallow in self-pity and try not to die for as long as he could. But he'd see Virgil the next day, and if he didn't know what he'd replied, he'd melt in his shoes upon seeing the little emo.

Trying not to hyperventilate, the thespian picked up his phone and held in excited squeals.

Virgil: im willing to try it if you really meant that. if you didnt then just kill me now

Roman: ...

Virgil: please tell me this wasnt a prank im actually gonna die

Roman: YAAAAAAAYYY!!!!!!! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. ❤️❤️❤️

Virgil: who are you and what did you do with princey

Roman: I am Princey, Calm down. I'm also very happy.

Virgil: Nice to meet you happy, I'm Patton!

Roman: ... Virgil is Patton there with you? Did he steal your phone?

Virgil: Hey there, kiddo! I'm so happy for you kids!

Virgil: im so sorry

Roman: It's all good. This was a nice talk, Virge. See ya tomorrow, I gotta do homework.

Virgil: k

Roman stared at his phone, disbelievingly. Firstly, 'k?' And secondly, he had a boyfriend!

Yay!

-

Virgil facepalmed. "Why Patton." He said this as a statement, while dragging a hand down his face.

"I couldn't help it! Come on, Virge, you guys are adorable! I totally ship you guys! Romil! Or Virgan!" Patton suggested.

"Virgin?" The emo nightmare raised an eyebrow.

"That's what I said! Virgan! Do you like it?"

"Patton, no. You're saying... oh, geez. How 'bout... Nah. We literally just got together. Kinda. We're just trying it out. I don't even know yet. We don't need a ship name," he sighed. "Whatever. Thanks for having me over. I gotta get home before my dad does, he might worry."

"See you tomorrow... with your new boyfriend!" He giggled.

"Patton..." he sighed again, shaking his head. "Bye, Pat."

-

Deceit smirked at Vicky. They sat facing each other on her bed, legs crossed. Their fingers were lightly intertwined.

"So... you have a plan to get back at Princey?" She asked, her other hand sliding up Deceit's shoulder and under his jaw.

"Well, not yet..." he admitted sheepishly. Her face went cold and she pulled back, distancing herself from him. "Wha..."

"I think you misunderstood me. We're here to get revenge. Anything else is just to make you behave. You don't do what I say, you don't get anything in return," she scoffed.

"Vick..." he frowned. "I thought..."

"Huh," she sniffed. "You thought you weren't an innocent pussy. You thought you were tougher than those poor kids you pick on, and for what? To get in their pants? Turns out a player only recognizes a game when he's the one pulling the strings." Vicky smirked and leaned in so that their noses were centimeters apart. "You're even easier to take advantage of than I thought. I hope you're still on board, I can't come up with a revenge plan on my own. And maybe, just maybe... you just might get a little something out of this when we're finished," she drawled, walking her fingers up his chest, and ending with her hand pressed to his cheek.

"And if I say no?" he raised an eyebrow,  suddenly far more nervous than he'd been in awhile.

"Just remember... I took six years of kung fu. You won't be getting off too easy," she smirked again, and before he could fully process her words, she pressed her lips against his and he melted into her.

Was he scared of his girlfriend? Of course. Or was she more of a boss at this point? What was the difference, anyway?

-

Logan had just changed into a T-shirt and shorts to go to his basement/gym. He was physically fit as well as mentally. The brain and the body coexisted together, and he may as well train both of them to stay in prime condition for as long as he could.

"Logan?" his mother called from the kitchen. "Were you just about to work out in the basement?"

"Yes, Mother," he replied.

"Okay, just don't forget to do your chores. And make sure you get your homework done," she said.

"I already did, Mother."

"Good. It's quinoa for dinner," she let him know, and he nodded in acknowledgment, not showing how tired he was of quinoa. "Mom will be back from work in an hour."

"Alright, Mother. Could you call me when it's time for dinner? I'll probably lose track of time when I'm in the basement," he asked.

"Of course, hon. Go have fun down there."

"Alright," he gave a small, practically nonexistent smile. His moms were great, but his mother was always a bit overbearing and pushed him to his limits. His mom was a lot more chill, and wanted him to simply be the best person he could be and actually have fun once in awhile. Mom's definition of fun was riding a roller coaster, while Mother's definition of fun was riding a stationary bike. At least, that's how he saw it. Of course he was thankful for both of them, but they were total opposites and seemed to want his life to go in two separate directions.

After half an hour of contemplating his life, and also lifting weights and showing his punching bag who was boss, he tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. He thought about the friends he'd made.

Remy was in trouble, there was no doubt about that. Roman and Patton were both extremely happy people and as far as he knew, they both had stable families, but Roman was in a bit of a tight spot with Deceit, who clearly wanted something from Virgil, but Roman was doing his best to protect him. Virgil, he didn't know much about, besides the fact that he liked to wear dark clothes, and was clearly infatuated with Roman, who seemed to be infatuated right back at him.

What about Deceit? his mind asked him. Deceit isn't my friend, he replied to his own thoughts.