Prinxiety One Shots

Day 6 - Quantity

Ok I'm dumb we been knew but I think this turned out okay, question mark? Don't mind me just jumping into action with no precursor it's totally fine

Note: I don't think I edited this but it's probably okay

Roman's POV

"Roman, I- fuck. I'm in love with you." Virgil fidgeted with the hem of his jacket as he waited for a response.

I stood there, apparently too flustered to do anything besides make various facial expressions not fit for the situation.

"Are you gonna say anything?"

"...I-" I cut off. What was I supposed to say?

"Fuck. Ok. Great, you hate me. Way to go Virgil, you couldn't have fucked that up any worse," he said, starting to turn away.

"Virge, I-"

"Save it Princey," he said, walking up the stairs. "I'll be in my room. If you need to talk to me, don't. Send Patton in to do it for you if it's absolutely urgent."

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. I was stuck. I was watching all of that happen around me with no control over my reaction, or lack thereof.

"...Fuck," I swore at no one in particular. That really was the worst reaction I could have had, huh? So much for being the confident Si- Wait, now, none of that. No time to wallow in self-pity. I need to think of how to remedy this situation before I can feel sorry for myself.

I went to my room, trying my best to ignore the faint sound of MCR's I'm Not Okay coming from behind Virgil's door. I sat down at my desk, grabbed a notepad and a pencil, and tried to think.

I tapped my pencil as precisely zero ideas came to mind. Well, none that were helpful at least. I had been so prepared to write down all these ideas and pick the best of them, as I usually do, but it didn't happen. For once, my mind was just... empty. I'd be relieved under any other circumstances. But this is less than ideal at the moment.

I can't talk to him in person, that won't be an option for a while. Just texting him to say 'hey, I love you too, I'm just dumb and I panicked' seems less than ideal... I'd really rather say this face to face, but the only way to achieve that would be just sort of springing a conversation on him. The last thing I want is for him to be uncomfortable...

I texted Patton. Maybe he knows what to do? He showed up at my room in a few minutes.

"Hey kiddo, what's up?"

"I messed up. A lot." And I proceeded to tell him what had happened with Virgil. I didn't need to tell him that I was in love too or anything, because Patton already knew. One day he had randomly asked if I liked Virgil because apparently, he had already figured it out.

"Okay, well, it's simple. Leave him notes around the house to tell him how you feel. He has to come out of his room sometime, and then he'll see them."

"Yeah, but what do I write? I have too many feelings to just put them on a post-it note."

"Can I help with them," Patton said, practically buzzing with excitement. I sighed and gave in.

"Fine, just don't go crazy on the puns," I said.

Needless to say, he went absolutely crazy with the puns.

Virgil's POV

God knows how long I was up in my room. I had lost count of how many times my MCR playlist repeated. I was starting to get hungry though, so I finally paused it and stood up from my bed. I happened to look in the mirror.