Lights Up - Prinxiety [COMPLETED]

Chapter Seven

Roman Prince continues to flirt with me every opportunity he gets for the next week, seemingly undeterred by my rejections. Well, it's not exactly like I can help the fact that I'm gay as hell and kiss him back the second his lips touch mine. It's really not my fault here, he should keep his amazing mouth to himself.

That being said, I really wish he'd stop. I can't go out with him; I know what that would do to his career, and while he knows this, he doesn't seem to care. I'm just trying to protect him from the ridicules and consequences of being an out actor.

It's becoming increasingly clear to me that Roman isn't going to let up on this though, especially when he calls me at 11:15 AM on one of our Saturdays we have off from rehearsal. "Hello?" I answer, confusion in my voice because of the unfamiliar number. I typically don't answer unknown numbers, but what the hell? Maybe it was a higher up for the Broadway production calling to let me know they wanted to promote me or something. A guy can dream alright?

"Good morning, My Chemically Imbalanced Romance!" an all too familiar voice replies through the phone.

My eyes widen as I realize who it is, feeling my heart flutter and my cheeks grow warm as I sigh heavily. "Mr. Prince... how did you know I listen to My Chemical Romance? And how did you even get my number?" I question in frustration.

"I saw Welcome to the Black Parade on your lock screen once while you were working backstage," Roman replies casually. "As for your number, I have my ways."

I pause and frown, thinking of who could've even given him the number. That's when a certain stage manager with a necktie and the nerdiest glasses I've ever seen in my life comes to mind. I sigh again, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Logan gave it to you, didn't he?"

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

"God damn that nerd," I huff in indignation. "Look, just because you have my number now doesn't mean my answer has changed. I'm flattered, really, but I just can't do this with you, not with your fame and your popularity."

He just chuckles through the phone and I can tell he's smiling. "Just because you keep telling me no doesn't mean I'm going to stop chasing you, so why don't we just go on a date and if you hate it, you can reject me?" he says. I think for a moment about how unashamed he is; no wonder the guy's an actor, he really doesn't care if I think he's a loser or something. "You keep saying no because of my career. I want to hear you say no because of me before I give up."

I sigh, feeling a little guilty. This man is kind of perfect, just the right amount of flirty and sweet to make my heart race and my cheeks warm. How could I end up saying no to him for a reason other than his career? That was the only reason I was rejecting him!

"Is that a yes? Because if so, meet me at the address I'm about to text you in fifteen minutes," Roman says before I can respond again. "I hope you show up."

"What if I don't?" I say, knowing full well that I was already going to go.

He chuckles like the idea of me standing him up is amusing to him. "Well, if you don't, I'll be sad and I'll go home and eat an entire pint of ice cream alone in my apartment like the lonely actor I am," he replies in a 'woe is me' voice. "But I would much rather go have ice cream with you in Central Park, JD-lightful!"

I groan, face palming at the second stupid and angsty nickname he gives me. "Seriously?"

"Hey! I played JD back in 2016! It was the role that got me discovered, so don't be trashing Heathers," he bites back, though I can hear a smile in his voice. "Seriously, be there as quick as you can, please."