Prinxiety Short Stories.

Romeo

AU: Human/College (I really like college AUs, alright?)
Ship(s): Prinxiety
T/W: Drinking, cursing, implied hook-up.
Type: Unclear
Notes: I saw this prompt on tumblr, "otp AU where person A is on a balcony at someone's party and person B starts drunkenly quoting Romeo and Juliet at them from below." And I just... That's the most Prinxiety thing I've ever heard. (maybe a part 2??)

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Virgil sipped some cheap beer out of a red cup (you've seen movies) and sucked in a much needed breath of fresh air. He fucking hated parties. Loud music, annoying people, and alcohol. Recipe for disaster. His friend, Logan, has gotten drunk, started singing karaoke (he was surprisingly good), lost his glasses, and now was making out with a guy who was crying over dogs literally 15 minutes ago, leaving Virgil to his own devices. He needed to get out of there, so he went to the balcony.
"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?" A voice from below the balcony called and Virgil looked down.
There was a guy about his age, maybe older, on his knees below the balcony. He was cute, Virgil would say that much. Green eyes, tan skin, and auburn waves... yeah, he was hot. What made this even funnier was that the guy's friends were down below, snickering and taking photos.
"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes, To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven. Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!"
Virgil laughed. This idiot was quoting, word for word, the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Virgil couldn't help the grin splitting his face. The man below smirked.
"She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air." Virgil giggled. He normally would've been uncomfortable at all the attention and dramatics but he was too drunk and this guy was too cute.
"What's your name, Romeo?" The man below stood from his kneeling position before sinking into a low bow.
"Roman Prince." Virgil scoffed.
"You're joking."
"I am not." Roman looked up expectantly.
"Virgil Underwood." Roman smiled.
"Like the Roman poet."
"I guess..."
"Come down here." Virgil smiled.
"I'll be down in a second." Now it was Roman's turn to smile as he watched Virgil go back into the apartment and then down to the sidewalk where Roman was.
"Is quoting Shakespeare usually how you pick up guys?" Virgil smirked up at Roman, crossing his arms.
"Is it working?" Roman returned the smirk, taking a step closer, wrapping an arm around Virgil's waist.
"I think it might be."

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Virgil cuddled into the warmth of his pillow. Then his pillow moved and wrapped its arms around him. Virgil's eyes fluttered open.
This was not his apartment.
Whoever was in bed next to him moved slightly, clearly waking up. Virgil examined his face. Roman.
    Virgil chuckled internally as he pried Roman's arms off his midsection and he whined.
    "Don't leave yet..." Roman pleaded, clinging tighter to Virgil's waist.
     "I have work, Princey."
"Blow it off!" He muttered into Virgil's shoulder.
"As much as I would like to stay here and do unspeakable things to you-"
"I don't bottom." Roman cut him off and Virgil rolled his eyes.
"I kinda enjoy eating, so I'm leaving." Virgil stood up, plucking his clothes off the ground and getting dressed. He pressed a quick, but very heated, kiss to Roman's lips. He went to the kitchen and scrawled something down quickly before heading out.

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     Roman got up a few hours after Virgil left, wrapping himself in the blankets.
He didn't want it to be a one-night stand. Virgil and he had talked afterwards and Virgil was kind. He was funny, but you'd have to be an idiot to think he wasn't hiding something.
Out of the corner of his eye, Roman spotted something stuck to the coffee pot. He plucked off the note and read it with a chuckle.

Call me! <3
(727) 629-9877
-Virgil (Juliet)

He definitely would.