Prinxiety One-Shots (Requests CLOSED)

Menace (Prinxiety)

(Hey everyone, if you haven't heard the song Menace by Crown the Empire, I highly recommend listening to it because it's not your typical love song that most people would want. It's also one of my favorite songs to listen to, so, yeah. Enjoy!)

Human AU! Punk!Roman and Pastel! Virgil (sorry, I really wanted to play with this)

Virgil walked down the bustling hallways of his high school, trying his best not to be knocked over by huge backpacks and elbows. He had his pastel blue headphones over his ears until a large boy in a leather jacket accidentally knocked into him, spilling the contents of his satchel out onto the floor. The crowd of highschoolers split to avoid tripping over the two boys that were now on the ground, one scared and one greatly irritated.

Virgil stammered out an apology quickly, realizing who he knocked into. "I-I am so s-sorry! I w-wasn't watching where I was going a-and-" Before he could finish, the boy in black and a septum piercing raised up his hand in a motion for him to stop, simply picking the pale boy's stuff that was on the ground and giving it to him. "Be more careful next time. Name's Roman, by the way. You're lucky it was me and not one of my peeps in the gang. But, to make it up to me, how about lunch, just the two of us?" Roman said, giving a smile that has snake bite piercings on his lower lip, offering a hand out to the shorter senior.

Virgil's mind was going a mile a second. The Roman Prince? The lead vocalist in the infamous band Crown of Jewels was speaking to him? Virgil looked up at the taller male when he was hoisted up and just gave a nod, not trusting his voice at the moment. "What's your name, sweetie? Or are you just not going to talk and I'm going to have to call you Angel?" Roman shamelessly flirted, making Virgil's face go to a nice shade of a darker pink than the blush that he put on earlier this morning. 

"N-No, uh, my n-name's Vir-Virgil..." Virgil answered softly, putting his binders and spirals back into his satchel. "A-And, I would love to go to l-lunch with you..." He muttered, hiding his face behind his sketchbook that he always held in his arms, too anxious to put it in his bag with the fear that it might crumple the pages of the paperback book. "Ah, so he does speak~ Alright, Virgil, meet me in the parking lot behind the school, I'll be near the doors. See you later~" Roman gave off a wink and gave a prompt kiss to the back of Virgil's hand, running off to his next class. 

Virgil stood there, staring after him, his feet wanting to follow after him, but, after a shake of his head, wandered off to his Calculus AB class.

~*Meanwhile with Roman*~

Roman sighed dreamily, the pastel boy still in his mind. He loved how his pastel purple hair framed his face in contrast to his own fiery red hair that was always slicked back from his eyes, aside from a few strands of hair that always happened to break out of the mousse that he regularly used. He absolutely loved how he dressed; a light blue long-sleeved sweater with pale yellow ripped jeans and black converse just really suited him. 

This had inspired him to write a song, with the accompaniment of his lead scremo singer and lead guitarist, Logan, helping out with some of the lyrics that he'd be screaming. Roman had a really good feeling about this as he ignored his Econ teacher for the 2-hour block period to write his new song, already having a melody in mind. (I know, weird, but I actually go to a school that uses this system and I fucking hate and love it at the same time.) 

~*Time-Skip to Lunch*~

Virgil hugged his sketchbook to his chest as he waited for the punk rock boy to come to the back of the school. To be honest, he was quite nervous as he was waiting for him, hoping that he wasn't stood up by Roman. That would just break his heart, seeing as he had a mini 'celebrity' crush on Roman, and wouldn't take this in the greatest mindset. Before he was caught up in his own thoughts, Roman came outside the doors, a pair of car keys in his hands and his backpack slung over his left shoulder. Virgil perked up and walked over to the 6'1" male, quietly asking, "Are you ready t-to go?"