"Confrontation" -A Prinxiety Fanfic

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Word count: 1234

Virgil POV

After Logan left, it took me a while to process everything I was told. But I did notice, eventualy, that he was right, and that the best way to clear this up would be to talk to Roman.

I didn't want to appear in front of anyone looking like this, so I took to cleaning up the mess that I am. I left for the bathroom, washing off the streaked beyond saving makup on my face, and putting my usual on. Then I left back, putting on my nightmare before Christmas pajama pants, a large-on-me tshirt, and my already large-on-me hoodie.

It was late when I walked out. Logan's door was open, and Paton's was closed. There were soft voices coming from behind it. It made me squeamish, and I pulled my sleeves over my hands, curling into my hoodie, and pulling tightly at the zipper on my cuff.

I walked along the wall in the dimly lit house until I was startled by a heavy breath. My eyes flew up, noticing roman. He was at the table, facing away from me. His shoulders looked tense, and his hair didn't look like it usually would. It was carelessly tossed around. He let out a furious bout of scribbles, and I could hear a strained breath pushed through clenched teeth.

My chest tightened, and my heart skipped a bit. This would be the worst part, confronting the issue, instead of ignoring it until it seemingly erases itself.

I grabbed my arm, stumbling forward. All at once, he notices me. He straightens up, sliding the papers almost casually into a neat pile, but his voice was a bit panicked as he greeted me.

"Hi, Virgil! I didn't know you were out and about again! What's up?" He exclaims. It would have been easy to play along, and ignore what needed to be said. I almost did.

"Roman, I need to talk to you." My throat got tight. I pulled out the chair next to him and pulled myself onto it, crossing my legs under me.

"Virgil, are you ok?" He asks, hesitantly. I swallow hard.

"Yea, I'm great. I mean, I'm fine, it's no big deal," His look of concern made my stomach flip. "I'm not okay, I guess, just need to talk to you." He nods.

"Ok, what about?" He asks, turning towards me a bit.

"Earlier, I made a mistake. I saw you and Patton, and I jumped foolishly to a conclusion, and I," I paused for a moment. It was physically hard to get the words out. They felt heavy.

"I got jealous. I got mad at you, and I shut myself away from the people who meant the most to me, and I owe you an apology." I admit.

"I forgive you. But, you were jealous? Really? About what?" He asked me gently. The pressure on my lungs crushed me a bit more. But, might as well tell the whole truth and nothing but now.

"I got jealous because I saw the way Patton was interacting with you and, like I mentioned, I  assumed that you two were, well, together," I could feel the heat wash over me in another embarrassing wave.

"We're not, I swear, but," he takes his turn to pause. "That would bother you? Why?" He asks. I die quietly in my seat. My throat was unbearably thick, and I couldn't force anything out for a minute.

"Roman, I, it would have bothered me because I like you." I tell him. He looks stunned. I suddenly ramble, waving my hands around, nervously.

"Look, I don't like having stupid emotions, and it's really, really, hard to talk about this, and if you're just gonna have a great laugh at my expense or something, then-" his hands grab my wrists, and I stop talking, facing him.

"Vee, you're jumping to conclusions again, calm down," he rubs the backs of my hands with his thumbs, bringing my hands down to my lap.

"I've liked you for a while now. I've stayed up before, planning on paper the many elaborate ways I could propose the idea of a relationship. But I realized you probably wouldn't like such brash behavior." He said. Things clicked together in my head. I instantly felt a hundred times worse.

"Oh, Roman, I really don't deserve you. I was so mean before, and then I went and jumped to conclusions, and all I've done is hurt you even more." I pull my hands away from his comforting grip, and cross my hands under my arms.

"Vee, it's ok, you did what you thought you had to do, I'm sure, to protect me, and protect yourself." He sets his warm hand on my arm. My eyes are wet. I open my mouth again.

"Roman, I've been selfish, I've always been selfish, and I'm a horrible person, and-" he cuts me off.

Roman pulls me into his arms, onto his legs, and wraps his arms around me in the kindest, most gentle way imaginable. Like I was fragile in a precious way, and not in an unstable one.

He pulled my head down to his shoulder, and rested his chin on my shoulder. He whispered to me.

"Virgil, it's ok." He said, rubbing his hand over my back.

Tears started streaming soundlessly from my already tired eyes. My breath was short. I didn't know what to feel, and my emotions swarmed me like angry wasps.

"I don't deserve you." I mumble through tears. It's all I can manage, again and again until I wrap my arms around me, and all about give up, running out of energy.

My sniffles eventually slowed, and he kept rubbing his hand over my back protectively. I turned my head to his chest, and calmed down, focusing on the strong, constant beat of his heart.

"Roman, I'm sorry." I apologize for what I decided had to be the final time, if I were to ever get over this. "I messed up, and I probably stressed you out so bad, and I've made you so upset, and I'm sorry. I wanna make it right, I just," I let out a still heavy with tears, stressed sigh. "I don't know how." I curl a bit closer to him, away from the edge of the chair, and rest my hand on his shirt near my head.

"Well, I have a really simple solution, and if you agree I think I can put all of this behind us." He whispers, moving his hand from my back to pet down my purple mess of hair.

"Oh? And what is that?" I ask, not quite sure what he means.

"Well, and this is under the circumstances that if you are ever uncomfortable with something I do, you tell me, and if you need time alone you take it, and if you don't want to, you don't, I would be willing to put this to rest, if you would be willing to give me a single chance to treat you how you deserve to be treated. Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" He asks me, tone still soft and considerate.

"I think I can do that." I smile, shifting my head towards his chest, and closing my eyes, savoring the small, golden emotion pulling at my chest.

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(I think this might be the end?¯\_(ツ)_/¯)