Prinxiety Short Stories.

Egg

AU: Human/High School
Ship(s): Prinxiety
T/W: None
Type: Fluffy (like pancakes *ba-dum-shhh*)
Notes: 1.14K READS HOLY FUCK- THANK YOU. Also, hello, hi, I am still alive.

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"Hey, do you have an extra egg you won't miss?"
Those were the first words Roman Prince had ever spoken to Virgil Underwood.
Roman had moved across the street from Virgil just a few days ago. To complicate matters, Virgil was absolutely smitten with the boy he'd never even spoken to. And now here he was. In Virgil's doorway. Asking for an egg, of all things.
"A-an egg?" Virgil asked, mentally cursing himself for stuttering.
"Yeah, an egg. We have like two things in the fridge right now and it's a gallon of sweet tea and my sister's leftovers," Roman laughed, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm Roman, by the way."
"Virgil- Uh, we have plenty of eggs, here, let me grab you one." Virgil practically bolted to the fridge hoping to convince the ever-growing redness on his face to go away. He grabbed the egg and walked back to the door as calmly as he could manage.
"Egg," He muttered dumbly, placing the egg in Roman's palm.
He looked at Virgil with a curious intensity. Roman had the most perfect eyes, Virgil noticed. They were a deep emerald holding tiny flecks of gold and brown that seemed to glow in the summer sun.
"Thanks!" Roman said suddenly with a blindingly white smile. "Egg-cellent to meet you, Virgil!" Roman winced at his own pun before giving a two fingered salute and turning on his heel, leaving a flustered Virgil in the doorway.
Not 10 minutes later, Roman Prince was once again at the door.
"Hi, me again. Sorry to be a bother, but do you know how to make pancakes?" He asked, seeming incredibly awkward, which Virgil found adorable.
"I mean- yeah?" Virgil answered, cocking his head.
"Do you mind coming over and giving me a basic rundown of that? I have no idea what I'm doing." Virgil nodded perhaps a little too quickly, but it was worth the look on Roman's face.

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     "Well, now I know how to make pancakes." Roman chuckled, admiring the dish stacked high with pancakes. Virgil nodded, allowing a small smile to tug at his lips.
      "Well, Princey, I should probably head home," he said with a small sigh. As he turned to leave, Roman grabbed his forearm.
     "Wait- one more thing before you leave...?" Roman asked seeming less confident in himself than before.
      "What's up, Roman?"
       "Can I have your number?"