Bad Guy//Sanders Sides- Prinxiety

~Christmas Special~

"Merry Bitchmas!" Roman yelled at the top of his lungs as he ran into my room and jumped on top of my bed.

"Get off of me, or I will fucking kill you," I mumbled from underneath the creative trait.
"Let me sleep for five more minutes."

"Nope!" Patton chirped as he popped his head into my room. "Get up or I'll make you!"

That sentence would sound absolutely terrifying if it wasn't coming from him.

"Alright, fine, but this huge idiot has to get off of me first."

Patton nodded his head with a cheerful smile and skipped off down the hall to Logan's room. "Get up, sleepy-head! It's Christmas. Also, watch your language, Roman!"

Roman groaned at the dad-like side and slid off of my bed and on to the floor.

"Did you already lose all of your energy?" I asked, peering down at him.

"Not yet, Virgil! Not yet!" he proclaimed, hopping up from the floor and dragging me out of my room and into the light of the hallway.

"Holy..." I whispered in shock as I looked around the house.

Everything was decorated in Christmas colors and decorations. Paper snowflakes littered the ceiling and walls as fake snow blanketed the tan colored carpet. Garlands and white streamers made there way down the stair rail, leading to a giant Christmas tree with a mountain of presents underneath.

It must have taken hours to set up the hallway, even longer for the rest of the house.

"Patton, did you do all of this?"

"Yup! I had a little help from Logan though," he grinned, giving Logan a quick kiss on his cheek.

Logan's face turned as red as Roman's sash. "O-Oh um, merry Christmas, everyone."

Roman snorted and pulled us all down the stairs as fast as he could.

"Presents!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry, kiddo," Patton said. "We're gonna have breakfast first. I made cinnamon rolls!"

"I believe that you meant 'going to'," Logan corrected.

"Don't you start up on all that fancy grammar stuff today, mister. If you do, you're gonna get some tickles."

With that, Logan's face turned redder than before and told everyone that it was time for breakfast.

The three of us cheered as we made our way into the kitchen for cinnamon rolls. It had been so long since I got to have a Christmas like this.

***

"And this last one is for you, Virgil. It's from me obviously," Roman said with a smile, handing me a small white box, tied up with a black ribbon with skeletons on it.

I took it out of his hands reluctantly and stared down at the gift.

Why was I hesitating? It was just a present. I had already gotten one from Logan and Patton, so why was I suddenly freezing up?

"Come on, Virgey! I wanna see what you got from Roman!" Patton whined from Logan's lap.

How he had managed to sit there, I had no idea.

"Alright, alright. Calm down." I peeled away the wrapping paper and opened the box. I gasped at what I saw inside.

"You can sew?" I asked.

"I guess that it's one of my secret talents," Roman shrugged with an awkward smile. "I hope that you like it."

"I do. I love it, Ro," I replied, smile of my own spreading across my face.

I lifted up the gift and showed it to Logan and Patton who were bouncing in their seats, impatiently waiting for me to show them what I had gotten.

Patton squealed with delight as he always did when he was excited about something. Logan pushes his glasses higher up on his nose to get a better look at Roman's gift to me.

"Well done, Roman. Virgil, I believe that this is satisfactory to you?" He stated.

I nodded and thanked Roman again. I stared down at my present and felt my cheeks begin to heat up despite the cold temperature in and outside the house.

In my hands was a simple black beanie, but around the rim of it, there were the four of our names stitched into it with our favorite colors.

"Now you can always have us with you no matter where you are," Roman said, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry, that sounds a bit cheesy."

"I do not see any correlation between the hat and cheese," Logan muttered.

"Oh shush, you," Patton giggled. "He didn't mean it like that."

Logan blushed and hid his pink face from the curly haired man. "O-Oh."

***

Later that night, just before it was time for us all to head off to our own rooms, I ran into Roman as I made my way up the stairs.

"Oh hey there, Prince of the Bog of Eternal Stench," I snorted.

"Good evening, Panic! At the Everywhere," he shot back almost instantly.

"Hey! Don't bring my anxiety into this!" I laughed.

Roman smiled and ruffled my hair making me hiss and back away. However, I lost my footing on the top step of the stairs and slipped.

"Agh!" I cried as I fell backward.

An arm grabbed my waist and pulled me back up into the hallway. Roman let go hurriedly and stepped away to give me some space.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to... I mean you were falling... so I uh—" Roman stumbled.

I assured him that it was okay and that I was thankful that he had caught me. If he hadn't, I'd probably be a pile of limbs at the bottom of the stairs right now.

"We should probably go to sleep now," I said in a loud voice, trying to fill the awkward silence.

Roman agreed. "Yeah it is getting kind of late, and Patton and Logan are already asleep."

"Well, merry Christmas, you filthy animal," I said with a grin.

Roman gasped in horror. "Why would you say something like that?!"

"It's a reference to a movie, you idiot," I replied as the prince-like trait stared upwards.

I followed his gaze and our faces turned red.

The evil Christmas mistletoe had returned...

"Oh, would you look at that! Patton is back at it again with his sneaky, treacherous ways. We should talk to—"  I began to say before Roman interrupted me by suddenly looping his arms around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.

"Merry Christmas, Virgil," he whispered in my ear before running off to his room and closing the door behind him.

"M-Merry Christmas, Roman," I stammered.

This was definitely a Christmas that I would remember for a long time.

I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and HAPPY HOLIDAYS! I'll be back again in January with a new chapter!