Prinxiety one shots

Anxiety meds

A/N
Inspiration from another one shot book
Idk who wrote it
Sorry

Roman walks into my room.
"Hey, do you still have my copy of Wall-E?"
"Yeah , by those books. Do you mind grabbing it?"
He walks over to pick it up, and the door slams. I hear the lock click.
Roman runs over, twisting the knob and pounding on it.
"Roman, stop. Was Thomas planning anything today?"
"Yeah, he got invited to a party."
"He must've taken anxiety medicine."
"And?"
"Just means I don't have any power over him, but it also means that whatever's in my room has to stay for some time."
"I have to stay."
"Yes."
Roman plops down in my chair and stars to draw something. Kind of typical.
I keep scrolling on my laptop, and we keep quiet.
For a while.

~Time Skip to whenever Roman finishes~

Roman starts spinning around in the chair.
Then he stops.
"I'm going to sing."
"No you aren't."
"Yes I am."
"You will not."
"Try to stop me."
He spins one more time before starting to sing For Forever from Dear Evan Hansen.
"Princey! Shut up!"
He stands on the chair.
"Make me!"
Standing up straight (like he could ever be straight) he continues.
"And there he goes
Racing towards the tallest tree
From across the yellow field I hear him calling "Follow me" there we go
Wondering how the world might look from up so high"
I stand.
I'll make him shut up.
I start to sing.
"One foot after the other
One branch then to another
I climb higher and higher
I climb 'til the entire sun
Shines on my face"
He looks at me, dumbfounded.
"I didn't know you could sing like that."
"Next verse?"
We sing together, finishing the song.
"You've successfully shocked me."
"Told you I could get you to shut up."
"I'm still talking, you didn't win yet."
It's like that?
"Come down. I want to try a idea."
"If this doesn't make me shut up, I win."
"I think it will."
He stands in front of me, and I take a step closer. In one quick motion, I grab his collar, throw my arm around his neck, and connect our lips.
He doesn't pull away, but when we stop for air, he doesn't speak,
"I win," I say, smirking.
"Was that real?"
"Mm-hm."
"Good."
He connects our lips again, and we only break when we needed oxygen.
"Disney?"
"Only if we watch the nightmare before Christmas."

A/N
I'm sorry