Love is When... - Logince & Prinxiety

Chapter Fourteen

Love is when their easy grin sets your heart fluttering.

Roman knew that he was already head over heels for this boy as soon as he flashed his grin at him. Well, could you really call it a grin? It was more of a smile. A soft chuckle at the irony of the boy, Virgil, wanting to live in the present when he was always stuck in the future.

That was last year.

Now, in Roman and Virgil's senior year, the latter of the two was up on the catwalk cheering wildly for his friend who, on stage, took his last bow of the musical season. The rest of the cast followed suit after Roman before the curtain fell, and they dispersed from the stage.

Roman, however, costume and all, made a beeline for the ladder. Climbing up it, he summoned his friend. "Virgil~" he sang as he reached the top. "It's me, your favorite, Roman." He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard his words amplified around the theater.

"Roman, you dolt, your mic is still on," Virgil laughed, shaking his head and walking over to his friend. "Stand still," he commanded, leaning forward to fiddle with Roman's microphone.

"But it tickles!" Roman giggled, Virgil's fingers, while trying to adjust the mic fastened to his hip, jabbing at the sensitive skin.

"Too bad!" Virgil snickered. "There, now the whole theater won't hear our conversations."

"Well, that's a relief, because um..." Roman trailed off, the conversation losing its giddy feeling. "I actually have something to ask you." Roman swallowed. "So, uh, do you remember the first time we went to go get ice cream?"

"Yes?" Virgil answered, clearly questioning what their ice-cream trips had to do with anything.

"Yeah well... I sort of... developed a crush on you then. Kind of like a big one?" Roman started, fingers twitching with his microphone wire. "And anyway, I didn't ask you out back then because I wanted to wait for all these reasons, and I don't know, the point is: I don't want to wait anymore. So... Virgil, will you go on a date with me?" Roman asked nervously.

"Sure, Princey," Virgil replied. "Sounds fun. On one condition though: no small talk. Deal?" he asked, holding out his hand for Roman to shake.

"Deal," Roman agreed, grinning from ear to ear. He took the hand and brought it a centimeter away from his lips, kissing the air above it, before flicking his eyes over to Virgil to gauge his reaction. "Too far?"

Virgil shook his head, a rosy blush spreading across his cheeks. "Gee, Princey, you sure are cheesy."

"I guess I'm just a pizza-work," Roman shot back, finger guns accompanying the pun.

Virgil groaned, fingers starting to massage his temple. "God, that was so bad."

"You love it though," Roman quipped, starting to descend the ladder.

Virgil could only huff out a laugh as he watched his crush disappear because you know what? He did.

Love is when you get hurt time and time again but still get back up again because, somewhere out there, someone is waiting to love you. And this time they'll do it right.