Prinxiety One-Shots (Requests CLOSED)

My High (Prinxiety)

(This has mentions of self-harm and drug usage, so if that is not for you, do not read this chapter. Stay safe everyone)

Highschool AU, Punk! Virgil and Jock! Roman

Virgil sat in his room, staring at his bedroom wall blankly, a bloody razor blade sitting on his nightstand. Virgil has his headphones covering his ears, giving him an area of peace after his assault on his arms and thighs with the sharp razor. Virgil glanced at his phone as it buzzed twice, signaling that he received a text message from someone. He noticed it was from Roman, and scowled slightly, remembering the last time that he spoke with the Jock. 

"God, you can't take everything seriously! I was just joking, and you know that!" Virgil said, glaring at the brightly colored teenager in front of him, ready to just bust his pretty little face into his skull. "Well, my apologies! I have worked on this script for the entire semester, and you told me that it sucks ass! Sometimes I wish I was never friends with you!" Roman screamed and stomped away, boiling with rage. Virgil watched after him, tears threatening to spill. He shrugged it off and headed home, planning on ditching the rest of the day.

Virgil sighed, picking up his phone and read over the text, rolling his eyes at it. Roman was trying to apologize to him. Again. Virgil left him on 'read', and walked over to his closet where he kept his marijuana pen and edibles. He had this for his anxiety since it got to the point of obstructing him on getting sleep and having anxiety attacks almost all the time, so he has an underage marijuana card with him at all times just in case if he was randomly tested.

Virgil brought the pen up to his lips, and took a deep breath, the smoke of marijuana filling his lungs pleasantly. Virgil held it in his mouth for a bit and blew out the smoke, a white cloud floating into the air. Virgil pondered on whether or not he should accept Roman's apology, his anxiety going down as he thought about it. Sure, Roman only got hurt because of something that he said, but, Virgil didn't particularly care about that.

It was the part when Roman said that he wished that he was no longer his friend.

Roman and Virgil were friends before preschool because of their mothers who were colleagues and best friends in the medical ward, so it was bound that their children would be together all the time. Virgil took in another long drag, remembering the good times that Virgil and Roman had. It was in middle school when they started having their differences.

Virgil had started climbing into a more depressed stage since his mother died, and his father was never around, only sending money to pay for the bills and food for Virgil. So, Virgil was always alone, taking care of things that a middle schooler shouldn't have to deal with. But, he didn't really care. He learned to cook by himself with his cousin's, Patton, help, paid the rent on time with the monthly budget that he was sent, and basically had his whole life ready for adulthood by the 8th grade.

Roman, on the other hand, was climbing the social ladder with ease, leaving Virgil by himself for a very long time. But, Roman was never really happy with being with those people, especially since they didn't support the LGBTQ+ community. Roman went back to Virgil with Logan, one of his best friends in a classroom setting, having Patton join them later with his twin brother, Damien. The whole groups were LGBTQ+ inclusive and had gay, bisexual, ace, and trans. Many people disapproved the group, but they weren't able to touch them with the new principal who supported the LGBT community.