Operation Prinxiety (With a Side of Logicality)

Chapter Twenty Seven

Virgil's POV

I washed the dishes with my headphones on, music full blast. I hummed along to songs from My Chemical Romance and some Disney movies, smiling absentmindedly. Lately, things had been really good. Everyone was getting along well. I had a closer relationship with Roman which made me very happy but of course I would never admit that to Roman. Or anyone. I haven't been having many anxiety or panic attacks lately and I'm spending more time with everyone. 

Hell. Everything has been perfect. 

So. When is that going to end.

This is too good to be true. My mind was happy with it. But really. It's going to jump out at me like an evil surprise. Try me bitch.

Try. Me.

I finished up washing the dishes and starting up the dishwasher before retreating to my room as everyone had done as well to get some work done. Well, they actually had things to do. I was just there to make sure Thomas was alright. I mean, everyone did that, but I was what made him alert. I do that 24/7 however, being in my room just makes him a bit more aware. This is all boring information so I'm just gonna skip the explaining, as you probably already know. 

As I was walking up the stairs, I stumbled over the last few steps but caught myself before I hit the floor. I haven't felt this amount of anxiety for a while. I'm forgetting something. I'm forgetting something big. Important. What is it. And then I feel a whole 'nother wave of anxiety. The first was Thomas. Who is this? I stood up and looked at Patton's door first. The first one in the hall. I walked up to it and knocked. Patton answered quickly with a big smile.

"Hey bud, what's up?" 

"Are you okay?" I asked seriously. Patton frowned. 

"Yeah, why." Virgil frowned back. 

"Oh. Never mind then. You can go back to whatever you were doing." And I turned to face the hall. The next room was Roman. Without waiting for Patton to close the door, I walked off towards Roman's room and knocked. There was a pause before the door opened. Roman didn't look so prideful at the moment. 

His hair was a mess and he clothes, wrinkled. To anyone but Roman, that probably would've been like a normal stay at home day. To Roman on any normal day, this is a life sentence in prison. 

"Hey, Virgil!" he said cheerfully. Though, once again, he didn't look very cheerful. "What's u-"

"What's up with you?" I asked, quickly cutting him off. He raised an eyebrow and huffed, seemingly amused.

"What?"

"You're anxious. I can tell. What's wrong?" 

Roman's POV

Virgil was 2 inches shorter than me. Which was odd since, really, we were the same person. Since he was shorter, he looked up at me. And from my angle, he looked so innocent. So concerned. I huffed, amused. 

"Anxious? Me?" I asked in my usual loud, proud tone. "I feel just perf-"

"Don't try lying to me, dummy." Virgil scowled. "Thomas just had a wave of anxiety and I believe we are forgetting something. Or at least I'm forgetting something. If your feeling anxious, it must have ties to you, right? Actually, no, I know I'm right so tell me. What are you two anxious about?" I smiled, combed a hand through my hair and sighed. 

Virgil's POV

Roman suddenly looked older and much more tired.

"The auditions. We forgot about the auditions and they are next week. We aren't ready." he muttered, still plastering a small smile on his face.

"Auditions...?" Then I remembered. "Oh my god, the auditions!" I said under my breath and I could feel the anxiety hit me in another wave. "Shit..."

"Yeah." he agreed. "I have nothing ready." 

"Nothing?" I asked in astonishment. Surely many ideas should've popped up already. He's always so quick to think of such creative ideas for say, audition songs that would make them stand out in auditions or something. 

"Just..." Roman sighed again and waved me into his room. I walked in and faced him once again, waiting for him to continue. "My thoughts have been everywhere lately. I can't think. Ever. Well... I can but nothing is very constructive." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean like..." he pursed his lips. "anxious thoughts." My lips parted slightly in surprise. He's been thinking anxious thoughts lately? 

"What... exactly have you been thinking." He cleared his throats.

"Am I good enough? Did I dress right? What if I do something wrong? Simple things like that." he muttered. I grabbed his shoulders in surprise. 

"Except, Roman, that isn't simple. Thoughts like that can really mess you up." I looked him straight in the eye. "Do you believe you are good enough?" He looked startled by my reaction but hesitantly nodded. "No, Roman, I need to hear it. Say it with confidence. You are good enough." He set his jaw and looked back at me in the eyes. He stared at me for a good minute before giving me a wide smile.

"I, Roman Sanders, actor, singer, creator of content, friend of Virgil Sanders and his other fellow Sanders, believe that I am good enough."

Roman's POV 

Surprisingly, it felt good to say that. And it seemed to satisfy Virgil as well. He nodded.

"Good. Roman, the creative genius, can think up a plan for next week's audition. Would you like some help, Princey?" he asked with a small smirk. I smiled wider. 

"Sure. Virgil, my anxious emo lord, can help me with plans for next week's audition." I saw him relax. He must've been feeling the anxiety of both me and Thomas. What a burden my chemically imbalanced romance must go through. He's amazing. 

We both sat on my bed after I had grabbed my notebook and pencil and began to brainstorm. What can we do to stand out next week. When we were a half an hour into going over stuff, he suddenly went quiet and he stiffened. 

"Virgil? Something wrong?" I asked, eyeing him warily. He shook his head and went back to giving suggestions as if nothing happened.

Virgil's POV

Am I doing this to Roman?