Roman's fingers dragged over Virgil's forearm tattoo.
"You're different," Virgil said.
And Virgil kissed him.
~~~
Roman woke up in a pit of shame. He laid flat on his back and contemplated what just happened. The dream started like a normal hangout between him and Virgil until it turned into that.
It was just a dream.
Snap out of it.
It won't happen anyway.
Virgil was an international superstar and Roman was just there. Virgil won hearts by existing. Well, Roman did that as well, but that wasn't the matter at hand.
He would could have anyone he wanted. Why would he ever-
Roman sighed and sat up. "Stop thinking about that," he muttered. "I don't like him anyways."
He confused whatever feelings he had for pure excitement in meeting his idol of four years. It wasn't like he was interested in Virgil before he met him. Why only when he actually became good friends with him?
That thought made him stop in his tracks.
Because I don't just admire him for his success.
I like Virgil.
It was Virgil's heart. His distinct, smooth voice, which expressed raw emotion when he sang and a sense of homeliness when he spoke. How he was so humble and caring even though he didn't need to be in order to remain beloved around the world.
He knew feelings as soon as he got them, and he was well aware he was in denial and just pushing it away. With such a low count of guys who liked him that he liked back, he knew what a crush felt like like no one else.
Why did it have to be you, Virgil?
Why couldn't it be some other hot musician with dark hair, tattoos, and versatile fashion?
When Roman walked into the kitchen, Logan handed him a bowl of cereal. "Tech week starts today."
Roman groaned but thanked Logan for the cereal as he began to eat. "I'm not ready for that shit."
His mind flipped back to Virgil.
Why is he perfect?
Why does he have to be so out of my league?
Will he still like me when he finds out how fucked up I am on the inside?
~~~
Why is he perfect?
Why does he have to be so out of my league?
Will he still like me when he finds out how fucked up I am on the inside?
Like Roman, Virgil was a natural flirt but not to the extent as Roman, and especially not towards people who he was actually interested in.
Like a typical day, he walked to the studio to work on his song with Janus after Janus' classes when a girl in feminine vintage clothing rushed up to him. "H-Hi, are you Virgil?" she asked.
Virgil smiled at her and nodded. "That's me. Hi, cutie." He moved them to a less crowded spot on the sidewalk and tilted so most people walking by wouldn't recognize him, at least not immediately.
"Oh my God, I'm gonna cry," she laughed nervously. "I'm Sarah. Not to be weird, but I run a fan page for you on Instagram."
"Sarah?" A moment passed before he gasped. "Virgilcassidysslut?!"
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be my next mistake // prinxiety
Fanfiction★ O N G O I N G ★ TW: Anxiety, depression, family trauma Virgil Cassidy is an international superstar for his music and personality, all while being a huge introvert. Roman Walsh is a musical theatre actor and college kid who was a fan of Virgil far...
