Operation Prinxiety (With a Side of Logicality)

Chapter Sixteen

Patton's POV

I literally cannot wait. Oh my god yes, is gonna happen. MMMMMM. 

Tonight, Remy and I planned on leaving Virgil and Roman alone for dinner. Logan thought the plan on doing this wasn't going to work but I had a really good feeling about this. 

I'm making a delicacy for them! Baked mac and cheese. 

I'm just kidding calm down. 

I'm actually making steak tonight with a baked potato and some steamed veggies. Roman asked what the occasion was, though I knew he didn't really care as long as he got the steak, so I just told him that it would just be a good change. 

Everyone sat around the table silently and I set out the plates of food for everyone. I winked at Logan and he rolled his eyes, attempting but failing to hide a smile. We all sat down and after 3 minutes, I felt the familiar tugging sensation of Thomas calling me. I looked over to Logan who too seemed to get it. 

"Ah, it looks like we are being called, kiddos. Me and Logan have to go for a bit. We'll just take our food and go. I'm sorry we don't get to share our steak dinner together but it's kind of urgent. See ya later!" I blurt out and like that, me and Logan sank out. We popped up in Thomas' living room and and I gave Thomas a thumbs up. Thomas smiled and patted the couch by him. Everyone else was there, Remy, Deceit and Remus. They all sat around or on the couch, waiting for them to get done.

Virgil's POV

I gaped at the now empty spot where Patton used to sit. Alone? With him? What the hell did he have to leave dinner for that was so important. He left me and Roman here. Alone. Why.

"So um..." Roman said, trying to start conversation but honestly, in my opinion, I don't think 'So um' is a great start to conversation. Just saying. "How are you?"

"Anxious."

"Ah..." An awkward silence.

"Roman, this is horrible, just admit it."

"Y- yeah your right."

"Aren't you the fanciful, creative side? I'd think you'd be able to at least start conversation. Like as if this were a date, what would you sa- Wait wait wait, no. Not a date. Not a date." I corrected myself before I could go any further and Roman's face had turned a bright cherry red which I hated. Why did he have to react like that. "Right, let's just think about something to talk about." 

"Or, we could not talk at all?" I thought about this for a moment. Certainly that would make my anxiety spike 10 fold. I shook my head no.

"We will absolutely not leave this at an awkward silence."

"Alright, alright, so what do you expect us to talk about?"

"What about your projects? What have you been working on lately?" Roman's eyes sparkled as he began telling me all about his latest plan. I smiled and nodded along with the conversation. We were about half an hour into dinner and neither of us had finished our food. We were more content in listening to each other, mostly me listening to him ramble on about possible future projects but it still was fun. When Roman finished I decided to ask another question of which would probably contain a long, dramatic story.

"So, I heard you went into the imagination today? What did you do in there today?" I leaned my face onto my fist as I heard just what I expected. He went into a long, dramatic rant about how he slayed the dragon witch and saved a beautiful prince. He refused to tell me who that prince was. I asked because usually his princes were based on someone he knew. Whether a cute boy Thomas saw while out and about or even someone he knew better, even if it was just a friend. Sometimes, he'd even save a princess like one of Thomas' friends. Either way, I enjoyed listening to him go on and on about it. 

When he was finished, he looked at my happy expression and smiled back. "You know just what to ask I guess. You might be better at dates than I if you weren't just an anxious ball of nightmares." I huffed. 

"You aren't too bad yourself, keeping the person your with contented and intrigued. Though a lot of people would probably get bored of you going on and on about yourself, you egotistic prince boi. I still did enjoy hearing about your projects and adventures." 

Roman's POV

I blushed a bit at Virgil's statement. He was sweet in his own way. I kept thinking about the prince I saved. He was handsome but cute. And it would've been super embarrassing if I told Virgil who it was. Today's journey through the imagination, though, was probably one of the best I've had.

I'll be honest, even though Virgil seemed really uncomfortable with being left alone with me, I liked it. Our time was enjoyable. He seemed a lot more contented after we started talking which I was happy about. I just rambled throughout the entire dinner about the fight with the dragon witch or my new ideas for videos that I was super proud of. And he payed attention for an hour and a half. 

Fucking relationship goals. 

I wish.

When we were done with dinner, I finished up my stories and we both took our plates to the sink. Virgil started doing the dishes. I realized I had talked a lot about myself that entire time and I kind of felt bad.

"Hey? Can I help." Virgil raised an eyebrow at this but nodded. I started to rinse the dishes and place them in the dish washer. We cleaned in a comfortable silence before I started talking.

"Is there anything you did today?" Virgil seemed surprised that I had even asked. I felt even worse. Was I really that big an egotist? Virgil seemed to notice my sudden change in mood so he answered.

"No, not much. Kept an eye on Thomas, listened to music... other stuff."

"What kind of other stuff?" 

"I... just wrote.. some stuff." My eyes shined with excitement.

"You write?!" 

"M- music, yeah." He gave me a small smile but he looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Lyrics or instrument?"

"Both." 

"That's so cool! Care to show me?" I waited for a response. He paused in the middle of washing a plate and suddenly found his shoes very interesting. 

"I- yes. I do care. I've never shown it to anyone. We just barely made up like what? 2 weeks ago almost? I don't feel comfortable doing that. Maybe someday but not now..." I nodded understandingly but I did feel a bit disappointed. There was another silence.

"Thank you." Virgil whispered.

"Wh- for what?" I stammered. 

"For asking. About my day. About my music. It was nice talking to you tonight. Even if you did go a bit out of your own comfort zone, I enjoyed tonight." I smiled to myself as Virgil wrapped up the rest of the dishes. Before Virgil left for his room, I muttered just loud enough for him to hear.

"Let's do this again sometime." Virgil stopped in his tracks without turning around. He gave a small nod and turned around, giving me a small smile and he answered.

"I'd like that."