Prinxiety One Shots

Fake Numbers, Frappuccinos, and Film Sets

So this was requested by @marvelboi111 and I probably should have put priority on my like 8 other requests but I wanted to write my boys being stupid. Hope this is okay, I changed up the prompt because, I'm sorry to say, it was kind of confusing. But it's still the same general idea.

Almost 2000 words??? I guess? Not to mention frequent POV changes for... reasons

The bell rings as I'm drying a coffee mug. The rush just died down, and people are starting to go to work. I look up at the door, expecting to see someone completely bleary-eyed and out of it. A.K.A. how I feel on the inside every day. What I'm not expecting to see is Roman Prince. You know, that famous actor Roman Prince. The one who plays "the hot guy" stereotype in every movie you've ever seen? Who's kinda more hot in real life? Yeah, that one.

And honestly? I couldn't really care less. I was switched into customer service voice for the day, and I wasn't going to fawn over him just because I saw him on my TV last night.

"Hi, welcome to Pat's coffee shop," I said in the most apathetic but still polite voice I could manage. "What can I get for you today?" He eyed me up and down before speaking, making me mildly uncomfortable.

"I'll take a tall caramel macchiato, a chocolate croissant, and your phone number, please." I rolled my eyes. What, you're expecting me to just go 'wow, a hot guy smiled at me without a trace of mockery,' Veronica Sawyer style? We all know she doesn't make good decisions. And who cares if he's famous? And hot? I'm tired and I'm really just looking forward to my break and then going home.

I made the drink quickly, grabbed his croissant, and scribbled something on the cup. "Have a nice day," I said, putting on my most condescending smile. He can call my manager and report me for being rude, for all I care. Patton knows how sleep deprived I've been; he won't blame me.

Roman's POV

He seemed... not very excited to meet me. He almost seemed annoyed. Which is the opposite of the effect I tend to have on people. But he did give me his number, so that's a plus. I looked at my drink. Oh.

1-800-Bite Me

I sighed and pulled out my croissant and sadly ate it as I walked back to where we were filming. This would be a bit difficult, but I'd be here filming for a month or so. I had time.

Virgil's POV

Roman came in again the next day. He ordered a frappuccino this time around, which took slightly longer to make. In the meantime, he tried to make small talk with me. Something about they're filming in the area for a little while. He also asked for my "real number, this time." I politely said I needed something from the back room real quick.

In all honesty, I just went around a corner in the back so he couldn't see me. I searched the internet for prank numbers and found a good one. I found a sharpie and wrote it on my hand so I would remember when the time came to write it down.

When the frappuccino was done, I scribbled the number on the side. As I handed him the drink, I winked at him. "Have a nice day!"

Roman's POV

I walked out of the coffee shop thrilled. He gave me a real number this time! And he winked at me! I couldn't stop smiling on my way back to the set.

I didn't want to seem desperate and call him right away, so I waited until we were done filming for the day. God, the end of the day couldn't come soon enough!

I called the number and, while it was ringing, realized he never told me his name. Oh, wait, it was on his name tag, wasn't it? It was like... Virgan? Virgin? No, that can't be right.