Prinxiety One Shots

Greaser!Virgil and Soc!Roman pt 2

Rather than continue to teach you how to read [write the crap I promised to write], we have cleared the afternoon for this random guy [pt 2 of something stupid I wrote on an impulse]! (I used to smoke craaack) (if you don't get the reference just go with it)

Ok so I posted the last part of this on my Sanders Sides and Prinxiety aminos and whoo boy we got some great feedback there (idk if y'all are familiar with amino but I got over 125 coins in props) so here's a part two that no one technically asked for

Roman's POV

"Virgil, please just consider it," I pleaded. I had asked him to stay the night at my house, just to be safe. I didn't want him anywhere near those so called "parents" of his.

"I have. Trust me, I really want to. But right now, I'm at one end of a rubber band. The longer I keep pulling away from my mom and dad, the more it's gonna sting when I snap back." I sighed. I wish I could protect him better.

"Okay. I understand. I'll see you around soon, alright?" He smiled and we finally let our hands go. They had been clasped together nearly all day.

"Okay." And we walked our separate ways. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between us over the past day. I thought about how he first reacted when I found him, I thought about how much he appreciated me buying him food... I thought a lot about our first kiss and the few others that followed. We had spent the rest of the following day just talking about nothing and walking to nowhere in particular, making sure to dodge any Soc's or Greaser's territory. We'd both be kicked out if anyone found out that we were... whatever we were together.

I walked up to my house. I only really called it a house because I hated calling it a mansion. I opened the unnecessarily grand front doors and walked hurriedly to my room, doing my best to avoid being seen by my parents. I made it there safely and locked my door. My room was the only place I felt safe. It had only what I really needed and that was nice to me. Too much stuff around me with no particular purpose is overwhelming.

I noticed it was getting dark, so I decided to just go to sleep. I laid down on my bed and got under the blankets, still unable to stop thinking about Virgil. He really does deserve a better life. He doesn't need to be in an abusive family and he deserves something much better. I just couldn't figure out a way to give that to him. Oh well. Sweet dreams to me, I suppose.

The following morning

When I woke up, I remembered that my parents had left town. A business trip or something. My door was unlocked, they could easily have woken me up to say goodbye, but they didn't. Oh well.

I decided that I would need a bit more advice on what to do about Virgil. I may have just met him and it may not be my place but I couldn't live with myself if Virgil stayed in that abusive home. I got dressed and tugged on my white coat before walking out the door to go find someone to talk to. I was supposed to keep the door locked, especially when there was no one in the house. I couldn't be bothered. People can steal whatever they want from around the house; I couldn't care less.

I started to walk to my friend Logan's house. He's sort of like me. He doesn't really have the attitude for it, but people consider him a Soc because he's disgustingly rich, but he couldn't care less about his money either. He never cared for causing trouble or showing off his wealth. All he wants is a normal life far away from this lousy city where maybe he can teach as a professor some day. Can't say I blame him.

I knocked on the door. It was similar to mine in size but with a different wood and slightly different texture. But that didn't matter. He opened the door and I couldn't read any emotion on his face, but that was fairly typical.